the butterfly act

Packed and ready

I lay on Timmy's lap. He was Eli's cousin, but he was like a little brother to me. I shared everything with him. He soon became my ally rather than Eli's and Eli noticed that.

After dancing the whole morning I felt life could become better ,twice my Eli danced with me too. Twice.

The wine box opened and we fell to our feet after the heavy lifting.

It was after one in the morning. Eli left four hours ago and didn't come back.

"Im glad to have you back, London was lonely without you. "He said scrunching up my nose.

I turned my face.

" did you tell him to bring me here. " i quietly asked.

"No! His dad did"he said dejected.

My blood coiled at the thought of that man.

At the thought of becoming one thing we always said we wont be.

Eli was becoming his dad and even Timmy could feel it.

I lifted my head and began to sob.

Timmy was shocked at first then he grabbed me and began cradling me in his arms.

I began to cry.

After a second i heard the intercom.

Eli was back.

I jumped up and ran to the bathroom.

By the time Eli came back i was perfect. No a stain not a hint of the sadness on my face.

As i poured Eli another glass if wine.

I saw Timmy look at me with disgust.

I stood silent. He got up and left the apartment.

I turned on the shower after finding Eli snoring in his study.

I removed my little dress and stared at my figure in the mirror.

I was a stick. Hardly 5 ft 4' but that never stopped me from towering over my colleagues. I remembered how plump and chibby i was as a kid, my mother despised my weight and soon so did I. After the insistent torment my mother and two elder sisters put me through.

Though in school no one ever dared say a word to me.

I was always the most fashionable and the one who carried herself off the best. Even at eighteen the boys would rotate around me rather than the tall model like friends of mine.

My mothers only mission was to get me to stop eating. Every attempt made by her was in vain cause it never worked. Never.

It was always partly my fault i was confident in who i was and the fact that i wanted to do rebel against my mother.

But before i left for England, she achieved her aim.

But the girl standing in front of me was not that girl. In any way.

I missed filling in my clothes, i missed the glow in my skin, the bloated cheeks i had that exaggerated my smile. My smile could melt any grown up. I was always that " cute child". I missed my innocence. I missed being a fool. I missed being happy. And having no care in the world.

I jumped in the warm water, i couldn't stand cold water.

***

The door was being slammed on , again and again.

" REBECCA OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR" Eli screamed from behind the door.

"NO!..... GO AWAY ..... GO AWAY , YOU BASTARD ! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS!!' IM FUCKING LEAVING YOU" she screamed back. Packing anything and everything she could find. Her tears strained everything she touched.

But nothing would drown out the pain she felt, the pain caused by the man screaming from behind the door.

His affair with the waitress got in the tabloids and she was one of the first people to find out before Elis multimillion dollar company seized the news.

She opened the door. And he barged in grabbing her arms. Rebecca scratched and fought her way out put her petite body found no escape. The bag in her hand repeatedly hit the man, but of no use.

She was weak.

"Get off me!" ,i told you id leave , i warned you long time ago. "

He said nothing just gripped her tightly.

Her blood was boiling and she knew if she wanted to hurt him she could and easily escape ,but she didn't have the will power to hurt this man.

And that thought scared her ,she was in love with him, he was hers and no matter what she could always find solace in his arms.

But this was Rebecca Ray. The cold hearted girl, the independent girl. The girl who needed no one.

Thats when she broke down into his arms. Stopped kicking and screaming and listened to her heart for once.

***

I closed the shower and wrapped the towel around myself.

I slipped on my silk drawers and one of Elis shirts.

No bother dressing for him at night. He would be gone by the morning and would sleep in his study.