REISS

45. The Nightmare

I simmered the stew down which was practically boiling out of the pan. Then I sauted the veggies in another pan and once done I put them in a bowl and then poured the beaten eggs into the pan and then checked on the stew and then flipped the omelette to cook on the other side and added a dash of salt and pepper. I glanced at the clock on the wall which struck exact 5 mins to 9. I quickly wiped my hands on the apron. I ripped it off me and went to set the table.

I waited for Damien to come downstairs so that he could have breakfast with me. It was when I checked if the stew was warm enough when I heard his footsteps descending down the stairs. I hope he likes the breakfast. I greeted him with a warm smile but he only passed me an awkward half baked smile. I sighed, shaking it off.

"Damien, I have cooked for you, your favourite half boiled omelette and stir fried vegetables and I have made some stew too." I chimed in putting the omelette and the stir fried vegetables onto his plate. I waited for him to settle down on his chair, but he just stood there awkwardly as if he wanted to say something. When I looked at him to meet his eyes he finally spoke. "I am not hungry today." He said, his soft tone yet on a colder note.

Oh.

"Oh." I said, the dismay in my voice evident.

I tried to hide it by covering it up with a sad smile.

"Would you at least like a coffee?" I mumbled softly, my voice breaking at the end.

"No." He refused. "I would buy—"

"Okay." I interrupted him as I felt my throat constrict, the words getting stuck in it as I wanted to ask him to forgive me again but I couldn't, I just couldn't because I felt tired, mentally, emotionally, physically and in every possible way and so rushed upstairs. I couldn't hold back my tears anymore. I have had enough of this. I spent the whole morning making him a perfect breakfast but he didn't even taste it. He didn't even taste anything I made for the entire two weeks. It's literally two weeks and he still doesn't warm up to me. I know what I did, hurt him but I didn't do it intentionally. But what he is doing to me is intentional. He could punish me with anything but it won't hurt me as much as it is from him just distancing himself from me. I laid on my bed as fresh tears rolled down my eyes, as I reminisced those good days filled with love, care and warmth which we shared. Hell it was even better when he didn't confess. Now it's just getting worse.

Is there no way this can be fixed?

Is there no way things could go back to how they were?

Does he not love me anymore?

I'm sure he doesn't.

Maybe I should just give up and go back.

Maybe it is for the best.

Maybe he would be happier that way.

Maybe he is all okay without me.

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No.

"No!" I woke up from my slumber, feeling something creeping up between my legs.

"Please." I cried as I struggled to sit up from the bed.

I left a sharp sting across my cheek as my head was thrown to the side from the impact as his palm collided with my cheek. Then he dug his fingers into my hair holding a bunch of it, ripping them from their roots and roared in my face. "You fucking belong to me whore. And this...." He said as he pushed his finger into my painfully dry hole "...belongs to me."

I cried when I felt his finger move deeper into me. It was extremely painful as I wasn't wet enough since he did not turn me on anymore, he just scared me. Disgusted me.