A Loveless Alliance

Chapter-31 [Aching sobs]

MYRA'S POV

The moment Tara walked out of my room, I immediately locked the door. The thin bridge of my patience and strength fell down piece by piece, bringing me down on my knees as well.

Every fibre of my being shivered at the flashbacks which carved a bloody hole in the middle of my gut. A knot twisted in my chest in a threatening way as I pushed out those pain sobs, like my life depended on it.

I hide my face in my palm, wanting to vanish away from everything. Every memory visioned in my mind like a horror movie, leaving its horrific traces at the back of my mind.

The night when I watched myself shatter. There was a choice, I could try to pick my broken pieces and embrace death or I could shove my pain down the line and fight. Of course I chose the latter option, I survived but a piece of me died a half death.

Which turned full when I was blamed, called names and labelled as "easy."

Disgust took over me as I rushed to the bathroom to throw up. I held onto the sink for my dear life, sweat trickled down my back leaving a harsh shiver.

My shoulders trembled with each breath that I took, as if I was trapped in a haunting house with no escape.

"It wasn't my fault." I cried out, hot saltiness tricked down my cheeks. I turned my back towards the mirror with the fear that I might recognize the same helpless girl I had tried to kill many times. There was no place for her in my life anymore.

My head throbbed badly, like every cell in it would pop any moment. Letting out tiny breaths, I wiped my sweating forehead. My knees felt too weak to hold my body weight, I just wanted to collapse.

At least three lights lit up the bathroom I was in, yet as far as my eyes could see it was only pitch darkness. No matter how far I run, this darkness had made a home inside me; How could I ever be free?

"Myra you should trust me, you know how much I love you right?" A loud shriek of agony escaped my mouth as those words ringed in my mind.

My hand hit the wall furiously. I immediately bite my palm hard between my teeth, I can't let anyone hear me.

I tore the dupatta away from me, throwing it somewhere on the floor. "God, I can't breathe." A wavering whisper left my mouth, barely audible. Harshly pulling my clothes off, I stood under the cold shower hoping it would clean me off.

I brutally rubbed my palm against my arms, wanting to just pull my skin off at this point. How could I be blind enough to sense his real intentions? Another sob escaped my mouth, I wanted to erase every touch of that disgusted man.

"Were you that blind? Or did you actually want to get used huh?"
"Is being a homewrecker your fantasy?"
"You should have let him have you when you went to his room on your own will."

"Noo.." I screamed, falling onto my knees with a loud thud. I thought I had successfully numbed myself from these terrifying taunts but I was wrong, I was so wrong. They still tore my heart the same as years ago.

They hit like a sharp arrow and leave me to watch myself bleed without being able to die.

Tara had merely blown on the wound and here I was being crushed like this is my end. Pressing my palms against my ear, I clenched my fingers around them begging my mind to stop replaying the same torturing words again and again.

"It wasn't my fault." A gasp rose in my throat as I choked on my own tears, "I...am-m not d-dirty."

I leaned my head against the wall, letting the shower's sound cover up my sobs. Calm down Myra, Everything is fine. I hugged myself, burying my face between my knees hoping to provide myself with some much needed comfort.