Insatiable Desire

Chapter#15

"I told you to stay away, didn't I?" Skylar said walking towards me burning in anger and his eyes registered high alcohol levels.

"But why?" I asked wiping off the tears from my eyes.

"Because I said so!" He shouted holding my face with tight grip that it hurt.

I stood there looking him in the eye and he pushed me hard that I fell on the bed.

Skylar turned his back on me and began pouring more liquor in his empty glass.

You are not drinking no more!

"Skylar leave it." I said trying to hold the glass from his hand and he pulled away.

"What the fuck! I'll teach you and the marks on your skin will give you your answers!" He said gruffly and reflected evil from his face.

If you're up for beating, in up for being beaten up then.

"If that's what you want." I said as I started to discard my clothes and he watched me in daze.

"Do what you want! If that's all what satisfies you! Don't you think I've been bearing it from last four years! Do it!" I shouted and tears pooled out of my eyes.

Skylar threw the glass far across the room and I trembled. I stood unguarded in my bra and panties under his penetrating stare.

"What the fuck do you want?!" He demanded holding me from the shoulders tightly.

"Reasons." I cried blinking at him and his grip loosed.

He staggered due to the alcohol and made to the bed sitting face down. I wanted to hold him closed to me and tell him something hopeful and good. I wanted to protect this man from what was ailing him.
But how?

Tears ran freely down my cheeks and I stood there for about several minutes. Nothing in the room stirred.

"She died." Skylar broke the silence in the room and I looked at him in utter surprise and shock.

"I was very sss. . .small." Skylar spoke gesturing with hands of a small kid.

I was still stunned that he was talking and I made no move.

"It was all happy. . .I was happy but. . .then she was gone. And I. . . was forgotten." Skylar spoke poking his chest and looked at me.

Oh my God. What is he talking about? He wants to tell something and I must listen to him. It's all I wanted.

"Who died?"I asked softly and walked to him.

"My mother." He answered sadly and looked up at me standing in front of him.

"I'm sorry Skylar. . ."I tried to reach for his face.

"No one is. She was not." He said briefly closing his eyes.

Who's she?

"Stepmothers are whores." Skylar hissed and radiated disgust.

I sat on his side not sure if I should.

"I don't like her." He spoke in drunkards tone shaking his head. "But now she's dead. Bitch!" He said cheerfully and I arched back at his outburst of reaction.

"She was bad to you?" I asked as I put my hand on his shoulder which he didn't notice.

"Bad?" He said looking at me in repulsion of his answer.

I blinked trying to concentrate.

"What she did to me, I can never forget and so can't my. . .body." He spoke looking at his hands.