Melissa: She has a story in her eyes.
"You. Are. Mine." He said, emphasising each word so that they carve in my brain.
"No. Stop it." A tear stained my cheeks.
His teeth grazed my neck, leaving angry marks. A soft whimper escaped my mouth.
"I won'...
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My most wanted day, Saturday it is.
I sat waiting in the diner for my best friend, Trisha Kapor. This girl never learned to be punctual. As usual, she is late.
I ordered myself a cup of mint tea, with thousands of thoughts running around in my mind.
Music had become my sole companion after my life turned upside down. I plugged in my iPhone and put the ear phone in my ears and drowned in music.
Blank space by Taylor Swift, started playing. Some of her songs are really good. It speaks a girl's mind.
Yesterday, Dr. Kendra and I had an appointment. Her words still play in my head. I don't know what I should make out of it. Was I scared? No. Do I care? No. What if I die? No one cares.
"Why don't you go and stay at your mother's for a few weeks? You need to heal, Melissa." Kendra said, worrying. Her thin eye brows were pulled together in tension.
I can't tell her that it wasn't possible. Blake will never let me go and stay there. Mom will never want me to leave Blake's house.
"Mom and dad are in Chicago right now. And I don't want to be a burden to them." I tried to explain and lied as well.
Kendra is a good friend but she doesn't need to know about the nonexistent happy life of mine. She knew I have serious issues with my husband but according to her every couple has issues of their own. That's normal.
She doesn't need to know that 'Normal' in my marriage was marital rape.
"What's my condition?" I asked with a blank face. "And Kendra? Please don't sugarcoat your words." I looked at her and her face fell. The smile that she always has plastered on her pretty face was now gone.
"None of your vital organs are damaged. Yet. You have to be really very careful if you don't wanna kill yourself." She looked back at the folder where she had all my reports. "You've lost blood, though. You need to eat plenty of veggies to gain back strength. We don't need to inject blood in you but you have to take care. You are still sensitive."
"Thanks Kendra. I'll definitely take care of myself. Don't you worry." I smiled at her and gave her a hug before leaving.
"Bunny!!"
I jerked up from my thinking and saw three people walking towards me. Two Asian women and a 4 year old kid.
Trisha Kapor and Mahira Rahman Black, with little Jace on Mahira's arm walked to my table, grinning widely. Jace, being the hyper kid he is, jumped from his mother's arm and ran towards me.
