Beyond angry.
“Grace, let me help you,” Andrew said, getting my attention. It made me avert my eyes from Erick. "Andrew,” a whisper left my mouth, and more tears ran down from my eyes.
“Are you ok?” he asked while moving his hand on my face. pushing my hair behind it, which was sticking to my face. I whimpered in pain. He helped me stand up, but he stubbled for the next second. Erick punched him in the mouth.
“Don't touch her,” Erick said possessively. I was pulled into a familiar embrace.
"Andrew.” I gasped, looking at the blood gushing out of his mouth. I tried to check him out, but Erick didn't let me out of his embrace. He spit the blood out of his mouth. He moved his jaw, and I could tell he was in pain.
“Or you will what?” Andrew asked challengingly while looking straight into Erick's eyes. Erick's breath raged, and I could feel it.
“Or I will mess up your face, and no one will be able to recognise you,” he said, taking a step forward and threatening him.
“Erick,” I said in a warning while putting my hand on his chest to stop him. Andrew let out a humourless chuckle.
“Grace's father is right. With all your anger, you won't be able to give anything to Grace unless it's sorrow and pain,” Andrew mocked, looking straight into his cold blue orbs. Erick's jaw clenched, and his eyes became even more red in rage.
“Only because of you, she is crying. Instead of consoling her, you choose to show your back to her, and now that I'm giving her a hand, you are here to show your claims to her. She is not your possession, Erick Villain. You will be no better than any controlling douchebag." Andrew mocked but was not able to complete his sentence. Erick grabbed him by his collar and started to punch him hard. My eyes widen in fear. “Stop it, Erick. Please stop it!” I shouted, looking at all the blood on his hands. Andrew didn't hold back, and he too started to throw punches. My mind stopped working, looking at the violence going on in front of me. My whole body was shaking in fear. They were both fighting like dogs. My vision started to blur, and I just could not take it anymore. Everything was black in front of my eyes, and my unconscious body slumped on the hard floor.
My eyes opened, and I jolted up from my bed. My whole face was sweating. I exhaled loudly and pulled my hair back with both my hands. That night still brings goosebumps all over my body. The mental trauma and the anxiety I felt that night still make me feel uneasy. My mind still keeps bringing my past into my presence. It's like it's making it hard for me to forget it. Every time I think I have forgotten those ugly memories, they come up scratching my healed wound. My mind scratches my wound with its sharp claws until it bleeds and makes me feel this immense, unbearable pain in my chest. I took a deep breath to make the ache I felt in my chest go away.
“Everything will be fine,” I found myself whispering to myself. I soothe my palm over my heart. It was still beating so fast. I don't know how much I believe those words, but they did help me in situations like this. I decided to get out of bed and go for a jog. I don't think I will be able to sleep again. My mind won't let me sleep. It will keep playing those memories in front of my eyes until I wake up gasping for air. I changed my clothes and got out of my apartment. I so badly wanted to be in the fresh air. The sun has just started to rise. I decided to go to the park I usually go to. I put on my headphones and jogged for an hour until my feet started to ache. I stopped and took a deep breath. My heart raced inside my rib cage, and it made me feel better. I'm still alive, and I need to live my life. I reminded myself once again while looking at the sky. I came back to my apartment drenched in sweat. I took a shower and then had my breakfast. I got ready and then left for work. It took me half an hour to reach my office building with no traffic on the road. I was parking my car when my phone beeped with a message. I turned off the engine and grabbed my cell phone.
“Don't forget we are having dinner today,” I read in the message from Andrew. I met him yesterday at the cafe. I was in a bit of a hurry, so he asked me to have dinner with him today.
“I will not,” I replied, and a faint smile played on my lips. I got out of the car and went to take a left onto my office floor. I said this morning to everyone I met on my way to my office. Once I was in my office, it didn't take me long to get immersed in my work. I got busy making new designs for upcoming events. We even had custom-made proposals after our last fashion show. Many high-leading brands shared to make customised outfits for their models. Even a few celebrity managers contacted us for the custom-made suits and dresses. Few of them want to source our clothes for events and galas. It was a great opportunity for us to shine. I have been very busy since then. I was enjoying every bit of it. I loved that my brand was getting recognition. It was all because of hard work and teamwork. I was on call with one of my clients when my personal cell phone started to ring. I checked, and his name flashed on the screen. I muted it and continued to talk with the client. I checked my cell phone again when I was done talking with the client. I had five missed calls from him. I sighed and was about to turn back my cell phone when a message popped on my screen.
“Pick up the call or I will come to your office.” I read the message, and I could hear his commanding voice in my brain. He was indirectly threatening me. I remember what happened when he was here last time. How was he forcing me to sign that stupid prenup? My nose flared even when I remembered that. My cell phone again started ringing, distracting me from my thoughts. His name once again flashed on the screen.
“What do you want?” I asked the starlight away sternly without beating around the brush. I was still and will remain mad at him.
“Be ready by seven, we are going out,” he said, matching my tone. Here, he was once again commanding me. I was in no mood to argue with him. I exhaled deeply.
“I already have plans for tonight with my friend, so stop disturbing me. I'm very busy,” I said, and I cut the call without waiting for his reply. I put my cell phone on silent and went back to work. I didn't care if he called or messaged me again. I was going to work until late, so I was going to go meet Andrew directly from the office. Everyone said buy to me at six. I started to pack my things at seven and left in ten minutes. I checked my cell phone on my way out, and surprisingly, I didn't have any messages or calls from him. It felt strange, but I didn't let myself indulge in that thought more than needed. I met Andrew at the restaurant. We find a seat for us and then order the food. We talked about old things and laughed so much. I asked how things were going in his life. In general, we talked about everything. I was happy and laughed after so long until he popped the question. The question I have been avoiding the most.
“So I heard you are marrying Erick Villain?"
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