A Loveless Alliance

Chapter-71 [Adventures]

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"Stella..this won't work.." I sat, defeated, crumbled even. The girl however was too determined to help me.

"Relax Myra, this has to work!" Stella huffed out, followed by a tired sigh as she wiped the dust off her forehead by the back of her hand.

"He will realise how badly these bottles are affecting you, feel bad about it and then," Another groan escaped her mouth, exhausted by throwing in some more dirt in the pit which was filled by at least eight expensive looking liquor bottles.

"Then these bottles will be buried here forever." There was hope in her words, something I had lost nowadays.

These few days had been hell, nights worse of course. With the pressure of boards hovering on my head, and my father....Oil to the fire.

Every night of this past month, I weeped, begging for death..either mine or my father's...

I didn't know if that made me bad or my father worse.

It was getting harder and harder to breathe in these four walls as if someone was filling each room with a slow poisonous gas and it was growing branches in my throat. The gas which smelled too much like booze.

It was Stella's idea, to dig up a pit in my backyard and put all the bottles inside. Sending them where they belonged; Hell.

Today was the last day to conclude our plan.

The ditch we both dug together was deep, deep enough for the screams tucked inside those bottles to not surface back on the ground; because that's all I had heard the second their caps popped open.

It took us four days to dig, with no professional tool but only my mother's gardening stuff to help us.

Stella came everyday under the pretext of studying together but all we did was dig and hide it with big cement flower pots.

Only the two of us knew what those beautiful flowers concealed behind their petals.

It wasn't difficult with my mother busy preparing for her masters; she had given me the responsibility to take care of the backyard for her.

As I blankly stared at the dirt stuck to the shinny glass bottles, it felt like I really did take care of the matter for her.

And my father? Well he never stepped inside this garden. The only part of my mother that bloomed.

The task to fill the pit back was easier, I stood up from the bench to help Stella. Both of us quickly threw all the mud back in. The bottles were caged now, not the other way around.

It felt like a win, like I had finally taken my life into my own hand and took a turn which would hopefully not lead to a bigger gutter.

The sun fell down, so did the little light in my eyes. A few minutes after Stella left, a little call rang and left me shivering for a moment.

My mother wasn't coming back tonight, instead she chose to stay at my aunt's place. It could only mean two things, a fight or a big fight; for some reason I found myself begging for the former too much tonight.

Sanvi was already at our grandmother's village but I stayed back here to study.

So technically it left me alone with the man, who sometimes became my hero; the other times he let a monster come alive inside him.