A Letter To My Love: A Stolen Novel

Chapter 5

Your screams pierced my ears. I wasn't used to the loud and harsh noises you were making. I was used to the quiet. Then you tried to bite me, and you were successful a few times. I swore from the pain that you were causing physical and mental. "You'll die out there." I bellowed in your ear. "Can't you see that?" Clearly, you couldn't; otherwise, you wouldn't have been so damn difficult.

You kicked me in the balls, and it hurt like a motherfucker, but I didn't loosen my stone-like grip on you like you wanted me to. I'm not one to give up so easily. The pain was seeping through my body, and I just wanted you in the house to calm you down. I dragged you faster by the collar of your shirt and hastily opened the door to the veranda. You kept trying to kick me, and I had to keep you close to my chest to make sure you didn't get away from me. I could not risk you getting away from me. I tried to be as gentle as possible, but my anger was getting the best of me, and it took all of my strength not to hurt you.

I dropped you carefully in the bathroom and locked you in to collect yourself. As a minute went by and turned to five minutes, I became nervous when you didn't come out. I started pacing back and forth, thinking of ways to talk you out of the bathroom. My mind was a complete blank. I heard your feet shuffling about in there, and then the smashing started. I flinched at the grating sound. "Gem," I said, but my voice was so far gone. It was below a whisper. It cracked from the agony you were causing me. The heartbreak you were causing me. Did you know what you did to me? How you made me feel? Guess not. Why would you? Finding my voice, I said, "Don't, Gemma. You'll use everything up." You didn't listen. You were too scared to have much sense during the dark period, as I like to call it.

Your scream echoed through the door and hit me like a slap in the face. I stumbled back a bit too. The door was groaning from being beaten to a pulp, and I swear it moved from you banging your fists against the door. I could smell the chemicals coming from underneath the door, and it was pungent. Probably worse for you than for me. I took the key from the keyhole to hear you more clearly if you felt like talking to me. You didn't. I sat down against the door and placed my head in between my hands. "Calm down. There's no point."

"Just leave me alone!" You shrieked. "I can't." "Please." I shook my head. I didn't want to keep arguing with you. I just wanted you to understand. You didn't. "No." I didn't want you to think I stole you either I saved you, and that's the truth. "What do you want?" It was a simple question, yet I couldn't think of a way to answer you without sounding like a dick. "I won't kill you." Gah, I can't believe I had to tell you that. More than once, might I add. "I won't, OK?"

I saw a rainbow shoot through the keyhole in the door, and it danced across my face. I sat up and looked through the keyhole to find you with a jagged piece of glass and blood falling to the ground in fat little droplets. You were crying, but not from the pain. You were crying because of me. I burst through the door and forced you to drop the glass as you punched me in the eye with a wicked force. You dropped it, and it clanked to the floor.

I dragged you to the shower to clean the piss out of your jeans, but you didn't seem happy by my presence. You seemed scared when you had no reason to be. You were with me. You were safe. That's that. Done. Over.

I turned the shower on look warm while you were still in your clothes. The clothes I brought you herewith. The clothes that your mum was complaining about that made you so damn angry. The clothes that helped me bring you here were now sopping wet with murky water. The blood made the water a darker brown, and it made it look dirtier.

I grabbed a towel to wrap you up in once I finished cleaning you. The thing is, I had no idea what we were going to do after this. Would we stay up and talk all night by a fire? Would we eat dinner together? Or would you not even acknowledge my existence? I figured as much what the answer would be, but I didn't want it to be the truth. I came toward you with the towel, but you backed away from me and avoided my outstretched arms so much that you hit the tiles in the wall with force so brutal they cracked and rendered you unconscious. "Gemma!" I screamed and held onto you as I carried your half-dead body to your room. The tears started flowing, and they weren't going to stop anytime soon. I knew that for sure.