We Can't Be Friends

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Alexa

(Rhea)

The silent snore of mine was resonating in the room, and suddenly the brightness that was keeping me alive even though I closed my eyes was gone.

Gone like my lost dog.

My muscles feel like I've fallen into a black hole where no hope was left behind. The aggressive hands appear again, and I scream my lungs out in suffocation, "AAHH!"

Itching-sweat soaked my puffy face, and my chest fell up and down as I heaved like a patient.

The palace's lights blinked back to life automatically, and my soul found my body again.

God, who turned off the light?

The next thing I saw in front of my eyes was the most terrifying glimpse ever. Marcus was looking over the armrest of the couch like a tiger behind a bush.

Shit! I woke him up.

"Won't you keep your mouth shut? Or do you want any assistance in doing it?" He blared fiercely that my make-up would blow off by the vibration.

The coldness of the tiles bit my calves, but not anymore. Not after I heard him yell again.

"I... I-" My eyes, which were adamant about not closing, feared to match his stare.

"SHUT THE FUCK OR I'LL CHOKE YOU BEFORE GOING TO BED!"

He means he could kill me.

Where am I struck? Oh god!!

My nose let out the melting tear, and so did my eyes. "Why would you yell at me?" I whimper in a low voice.

Marcus, without making eye contact, sits on the couch like the king does. "What. did. you. say?"

"Why did you turn off the lights?" The bad dream steps into my mind, but I blink off with my tears.

"You saw me switching them off?" He presses the cheeks of the couch, and I am sure it will rip off in ten seconds.

I pull my knee to my chin and stay away from the shattered glass pieces while shaking my head as if a rabbit begs a hunter not to kill it.

"Then?" He raised his fist and dropped it next to him, and a gust of dust sprouted up in reflex.

I shut my eyes, gulping the loud cry, which would screw his head more. I hurt my jaw bone further.

My liver was molten, and my lungs have gone on a safety leave.