You Are Mine

Chapter 6

I…WHAT!
Confusion, cold-feet, WTH,  fuck-me, hell-no. All happened at once to me.
His eyes looked full of sincerity and expectations…expecting me to speak up…
I should fucking not stand here because hell we know what is going to happen again. He’d dump me. I’ll face depression. Hundred boxes of ice-crem wouldn’t soothe me, but would only waste my money. AND THE HELL I AM STILL STANDING HERE, ON THE WHITE MARBLE FLOOR OF THIS HOTEL’S AREA AKA SAFE-ZONE! FUCK RUN.
And I turned around to run away. With full force, I took my steps back as if I am on a racing track- Stumbling very hard on sane humans around me..UH-OH. The big line of people started falling onto eachoter like domino. Very hard. Crashing their head and butts. All thanks to the dumb human being around which is me.
“Ouch.” Like a reflex action came out from my mouth in a sudden-sarcastic tone. “I mean I’m so sorry. That was sudden. I mean, h-he…the guy, said it so sudden.” I explained to the few people who were angrily staring at me, and rest where rubbing their butts and heads in pure pain….Now that’s exactly what would happen if I fall into love with him again.
Maybe that’s God's sign, showing me my dead-ass future…
And by that say, I looked up above at the sky, where God was probably sipping wine and laughing hard on me.
The same sky who ruined me moments ago, has now stopped pouring. While sun blinked hi, as if it never once rained.
But my world here down on this beach came crashing down at my feet.

“Lilia, princess.” Hearing his toxicating manly voice from behind gave my legs certain signals as it started running out of the place to find the exit as my throat got dried. I can’t bear his presence around me. I wanna go away.

Wasn’t I clear this morning I don’t want any relationships? WITH HIM. I don’t want him to hurt me again, wasn’t I pretty much clear that I don’t want him to break me into pieces again!? Then why the fuck he said that? My legs sprinted on the dense sand, like I was in Olympics marathon.

“Lilia. Stop.”  I heard him call me from behind, “princess please stop.” using all the names he kept, “Lili’s. Hear me out atleast.” He called out to me with every name he remembered whenever he’d address me around, Lilia, Princess and Lili’s. But I just couldn’t stop. And hearing him say my name made me even angrier. I don’t want to see his face ever fucking again!
Wasn’t I pretty clear that I don’t want him back in my life as my boyfriend! It took me whole fucking year to recover mentally! I wasn’t me after what happened.
Within a snap everything he told me back then on 5th of January’s eve came to my mind as fresh as cinnamon roll from oven, “You took away my peace. May you find the spouse right for you.” It still burns my heart-
He grabbed my elbow, with his firm grip as ever pulling me back to face him. “Stop please. Please.” He pleaded with certain bossiness in his undertone as usual. The sand was wet and squishy around my bare feet. It blurred my eyes with red tears of anguish, “Didn’t I cleared you this morning I don’t want anything between us?” my words were bitter and probably the last thing he wanted to hear after saying he loved me, I said this in one breathe- because fuck my physical health-I should jog around and do excersize frequently...

“You did. Okay… you did.” His words were firm, just like his grip on me. “But give me a chance. Alright. Give me a fucking chance Lilia. Please. I beg you.” His words were hard super hard to digest. What have I got myself into.

His grip loosens, and then it automatically falls prolly he’s regretting again to stop me. As usual. And that’s why I don’t want, us to happen ever again... “Lilia. I…” he was short of words.
I wanted to walk away on him. Just like he did. But I stayed there, still. My feet got stuck in the wet sand by his words. “Lilia” he cleared his throat, going all into negotiating mode, “Okay look, I know it’s fast and fuck. But. Lilia. Princess, give me a chance. If you think I am not worthy then tell it on my face. And if you want you can make ugh, um what is it called.” His hand came to his head straining on his words, “yes if you want, we can make a legal agreement. That if I fuck up again, you will have shares to half of my business, my property, my income my every fucking thing. Wait I’ll call my lawyers right tomorrow. Okay?” His eyes started to rain, heavily. Out of sudden. "Stay with me. Be mine."