Darkened Angel {Goddess Class Creation: Book Two}

Darkened Angel- Chapter 3

Chapter Three

    I slept through the night and woke in the morning. The pain in my head had become manageable though I could feel a slow throb from hitting the floor. Mark was looking out the window completely lost in his thoughts. His medium cut walnut hair looked shabby and not the usual planned mess. His tailored fashionable outfit was wrinkled and also shabby looking.

    I shifted to sit up and he was by my side in an instant. “How do you feel?”

    “Okay I think.” I moved my hand to the back of my head and winced at the bump back there.

    “I’m glad you fought back. The cops told me they have been looking for those guys for a while.” Mark looked down. “They told me they have been taking young woman away and this was the first time they were caught in the act.” He took my hand and covered it with his. “Did you give blood recently baby?” He looked up at me.

    “Yeah.” To get money to buy a dress and surprise you, but you fucking had to cheat on me! I took a deep breathe settling my anger.

    “The cops said that they find girls when they use this particular blood bank.” He looked up at me. “Why did you go there and get paid for donating?”

    “I was going to surprise you.” I looked away as I started to cry. I lost my voice.

    “Please baby. Talk to me. I thought you were happy?” I couldn’t answer. I was happy till I found out the truth. I was ignorantly happy.

    The door opened. “I see the side affects are affecting her.”

    “Side affect?” Mark sat back surprised. This was no side affect. I was really sad and upset by Mark cheating on me.

    “Yes. The medication we gave her for her head injury makes people feel sad or upset. Between that and the event that led her here, I’m not at all surprise that she is balling her eyes out. Other than that, everything looks to be in order. I can get the nurses to draw up her release papers.”

    “Thank God.” Mark was relieved?!? “Did you hear that baby? Its just the medication causing you to cry like this.” He rubbed my back. “No wonder you hate being given anything. It affects you so strongly.”

    Within a few hours, I was released and Mark took me back to the apartment. The door was being fixed. Mark had one of his neighbors take care of it for us. Mark was tight with them all. He was always very social. So social that he would cheat on me with other women.

    The cops had been to my room before I was released and they told me that if I hadn’t kick that one guy’s nose in that Angel Kat’s associates may not have gotten to me in time. They commended me for fighting back though I got a concussion in the process. The men that tried to take me were known rapists and believe that was why the women were being taken. They are investigating farther in them now and searching the vehicle they had with them. I had given them a major lead in this case.

    I sat on the bed with pillows propping me up. I stared out the window. Mark had set my sketchpad down next to me with some of my graphite pencils. I didn’t touch it because he did. He was tarnishing so much with his touch. I just sat and looked out the window trying to feel anything.

    “Baby?” I didn’t turn to him. “Please talk. You’ve barely spoken since you woke. You’ve barely eaten anything too. Please talk to me. We have never had secrets before.” He took my hand in his. “Just talk and I will listen like always.”

    “Secrets.” I breathed. He said we didn’t have secrets, but he had been keeping the all along. Tears flowed again as his lie dug deep in my heart. I heard him swallow loudly at my single word. “You have had secrets.”

    He clenched my hand. “I have?” His tone turned harsh.

    “Jessica.” That was just a breathe too.

    He threw my hand away. “You were spying on me!” Anger seeped from him.

    “No. I went to surprise you, but you’re the one to surprise me with your betrayal.” There was no emotion in my voice. I was gone and dead inside because of him.

    “BETRAYAL?! The fact that I can’t stand waiting for you to be ready to make love to me? I am a man and have needs that you don’t want to consider. You can’t expect me to wait forever for us to have our fourth time together. Its completely your fault that I was cheating on you. If you had made love to me more often then this would never been an issue.” I didn’t look at him. “Obviously this can’t work. The wedding is off. Be out in a week.”

    He walked out of the bedroom and slammed the new front door. Tears fell like waterfalls as I curled up on the bed and cried. He broke off the wedding. He blamed me for his cheating. How could he do that? He betrayed me and then put it back on me. What kind of man does that to a woman he once said he loved?

    A man that didn’t really love the woman thats who. We had been together for seven years and it meant nothing to him. He was so willing to call it quits the moment I found out. The moment that I knew what he had been up to.

    He must have just been saying that he loved me as an obligation. Like he had to say it and stay with me because I had no one else. He must think of me just as a burden he was landed with after my family past. Like a child he inherited against his will. Now he had the perfect opportunity to be rid of me and he was going for it hook, line, and sinker.

    He must be rejoicing right now to be free of me. Now he could live like he wants to. A complete bachelor with no strings to anyone else. He could be in a pub right now offering a round of shots to celebrate his freedom.

    I drifted to a painful sleep as once happy memories filtered into my dream. I ripped at them as if hey were paper and tearing them apart. They meant nothing now. My life was gone now. There was nothing left for me. I took my ring off and set it on the nightstand feeling that it no longer belonged on my finger.