The Other Woman

Drowning In Misery

🎶 Taylor Swift - Hoax 🎶

I put the phone on the speaker and started to babble. I didn't know what I was talking about. He hadn't hung up his phone. I took a bottle opened up its lid and started to pour it into my mouth.

I was about to open another when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jerked back so far that I nearly fell on my back.

"Dakshu," I heard a low voice.

My vision was blurred but I could make an image of a man. I tried to crawl away but the person didn't let me move. I watched him hang up the call and then he picked me up. I protested but I didn't have any energy. Today was the day I was going to get raped and murdered. It seemed obvious. I must have forgotten to lock the door.

"Dakshu," he called again.

"Why do you sound like Alan?" I grumbled.

I looked at the man's face long enough to realize he looked like Alan.

"You look like Alan," I said studying his face.

"I am Alan," he whispered.

He placed me on the bed.

"I don't believe you," I said.

He smiled.

"Don't smile," I pushed him away and turned to the other side. "Alan left me. He isn't going to be back," I muttered.

When I didn't hear a word I looked at him. He was still in the same position. Maybe I was dreaming about him. I pushed a little away on my bed and gave him space to sit.

He sat and looked at me.

"You are pretty drunk,"

"So?"

"So, you need to sleep,"

"Don't tell me what to do. You aren't my boss anymore,"

He slowly lay beside me and stared at my face.

"I hate you," I said suddenly.

"I hate me too,"

I crawled closer.

"Why did you make a mess of me?"

"I didn't know it would come to this, Dakshu,"

"You used me. You wasted my time,"

"I...I" he sighed. "I just couldn't stay away from you."

"You have a wife. When were you going to tell me?"

"When I had made arrangements to leave her,"

"You were going to leave her?"

He nodded.

"Liar," I snapped.

"Why would I lie?"

"Then why can't you leave her now?"

I sounded so selfish but I had no control over my mouth.

"I can't," was the only answer he gave me. I pulled myself close to him and kissed him. I placed my hand on his chest. He groaned and I moaned in his mouth when his hands started to run up and down my back.

I started to fumble with his shirt but he was quick to stop me.

"We can't. You are drunk,"

"I don't care,"

"You will hate me if I let you do this,"

"I already hate you," I sobbed but he didn't let me touch his body.