Begin Again

Chapter Twenty Six

"When you soaked in tears for years, it never airs out. When you make pain look this good, it never wears out."

Salomé's P.O.V.

"Was that your husband? Is that his name? Richard? Who the hell is Salomé, Kelly?"

His words echoed around my head as I realised it was all over. It felt as if all the blood had left my face and was falling, quickly, to my stomach, as the faintness began to grow in my head, whilst my stomach was erupting due to the fear of his reaction. I took a sharp intake of air, in an attempt to prevent the tears from falling, but that weak measure to conceal my anguish was in vain as I let out a small sob. No longer able to hold in the guilt and the fatigue the pretence was causing, I let my head fall into the palms of my hands, which felt unpleasantly damp and cold.

The facade; the brief moment of happiness had slipped from my fingers because of my cruel husband. And yourself. As much as he was the cause of what was about to happen, I was the one who dug my own grave by lying in the first place. I didn't mean for it to go this far, and judging by the distraught look on Trevon's face, I knew that my actions hurt him also. I felt disgusted with myself to be frank; not only because I even thought of the idea to fake my identity and lie to Trevon, Mrs V and the rest my collegues, but also with the fact that I was so heartless to carry on this deception for so long, without realising the impact and consequences when the truth came out. And it did. Right in my face.

Hearing him remove himself from where he was sitting, I inched my head away from my palms, tentatively, peeking through the gaps of my fingers where I could see him pacing back and forth around the carpet area. Furiously wiping away the stained tears on my face, I gulped down the anxieties before clearing my throat in order to get his attention.

"Trevon..." I breathed, feeling the effort just to call his name. I felt disheartened when he didn't even bother to look at me, as he continued his long strides. "I need to explain-"

"No shit, Kelly!" He snapped, turning his body, so that he was now facing me. The confusion was no longer present in his demeanour, but I could sense hurt, which made me feel a thousand times worse. "What's the deal with you and your husband? Why is he harassing you like that? Or are you just being stubborn, on purpose, and not answering his calls-?"

"No! How dare you accuse me-?" I retorted, not about to take his rudeness nevertheless. I had been a submissive person to the man who has supposed to take on the world with me, so I was not about to cower in fear of my boss.

"How dare I? Kelly, things aren't adding up and you're not telling me everything," He answered coolly, giving me a piercing look for a moment. He, then, approached a nearby chair and brought it up to me, so that it was facing me, and sat on it. "So you can start now."

From how close our proximities were, I had a closer at look at how what I did affected him. His eyebrows were tightly furrowed, making him appear terribly older than he was. The scar above his eyebrow, however, somehow maintained it's same position; its rosewood shade was glaring at me, with its contrast to his skin exposing its existence. Somewhat reciprocal to how I was exposing myself to him. His eyes looked fatigue, with slight bags underneath, and his lips were pulled into a tight grimace.

"I don't know where to begin." I admitted pathetically, lowering my head to not meet his disappointed gaze.

"Why don't you start from the beginning, for fucks' sake?" He urged.

Nodding my head, I began to go over what I had initially told my sister, leaving no detail out. As I continued, I began to notice a change in Trevon's demeanour; going from anger to sympathy. I didn't allow him, however, to interrupt me until I finished.