Melissa

Chapter 5- White Darkness.

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The milk looked so pure, so innocent. We drink it just the way we like it. It blends just the way we want it to blend, with whatever type of cereal, or pour it in any type of food.

White, innocent and pure. Delicate even.

Wasn't I like this once? Like the pure, innocent, white milk. They blended me with everything, good and bad. I blended well. No one likes the pure, tasteless milk without a blend.

Just like no one likes me in my pure form.

I sat in my breakfast table in the empty house, lost in my thoughts. My sore body and empty emotions made it a depressing day.

When will I be able to escape? When will I stop caring and set myself free?

Lost appetite and with my exhausted self, my eyes closed on its own and took me to a faraway thought.

I woke up to the sound of chirping birds. Birds? How's that possible?

The sunlight streaked through the French windows of my room. The curtains were slightly drawn to a side. He has gone for a jog and pulled the curtains aside, maybe. I thought.

The room was still dim. I rubbed my eyes and got up from my bed, clutching the bed sheet around my naked body. We slept naked every night, together. Sex or no sex.

I made my way over to the balcony and removed the curtains. There was a huge bird cage hanging from a hook in between. Two love birds, one red and one yellow, sat inside and chirped and kissed and chirped some more.

It was a beautiful sight to see early in the morning.

"Do you like it?" His voice sounded from behind me. I turned to see him standing in a gray hoodie and tracks. His hair was messy, just the way I liked.

"Yeah, but why is it here?" I asked with a small smile.

"It's a gift for you. You don't like it? I can get you something else, maybe a pug?" His smile disappeared and looked uncertain.

"I love it. The birds, I mean." I smiled and ran a finger on the white bird cage. The red love bird came in front of the tiny gate of the cage which was locked and pecked it with its small beak. The yellow one came along and they chirped together, talking among themselves. "They shouldn't be here."

"What do you mean? Should I place it somewhere else?" He asked. God! This guy is slow.

"I mean they shouldn't be caged. They should be set free in the sky. That's their home."

"Sweetheart, lovebirds are kept in cages." He countered. He smiled lovingly at me. His eyes glowed with affection, only for me.

"You call them lovebirds and you are caging lovers? This world needs love, Set them free so that they can paint the world with love." I smiled, looking at the sky with white clouds.

His hand wrapped around my waist and he kissed my hair. He took out a small key from his pocket and opened the gate. I placed my right palm forward and the birds came and stood on my hand.

We smiled. The lovebirds chirped. We went towards the window and they flew off.

A thought strikes me and my face becomes sullen. He notices. "What happened?" He asked.

"Will they be safe? Did we do the right thing?"

"Life is full of obstacles, Sweetheart. They will fight and live through it. Now that they are together, they are free."

My hair strained and I shouted from the sudden pain. A hand grabbed my hair in a fist and pulled it ruthlessly.

I gasped from shock at first but then my mouth let out a piercing scream of pain.

"You bitch!" Blake growled. With my hair he pushed me forward and I stumbled over the living room table and crashed into the white marble floor.

My forehead hit the glass corner of the table and a stinging pain surfaced. Immediately, my fingers touched it on reflex and I felt a hot liquid pour out of it.

Blood.

"You were supposed to call the deal off with Moore by giving him sex. Why isn't he calling it off?! What haven't you done?" his alcohol stinking body rushed towards me to give me another bash, I dragged my butt backwards.

Tears streamed down my Cheeks fast from fear and my ears to shoulder felt cold and sweaty. My head was becoming fuzzy by each second.

His eyes were red from too much alcohol and also with passion for hitting and hurting me. One of my greatest fear was his anger. He had hurt me countless times before and I don't know how many more years will it continue.

"Sluts like you know how to make a man sweat with desire. Did you not satisfy him well? Didn't you give him head? Men crave that." his nasty mouth spoke as he walked towards me and knelt down. His smiled sardonically at me and took hold of my hair again in a tight fist.

I closed my eyes to absorb the pain without making a noise. Shouting, screaming won't help me, the torture will only prolong further. "I'm sorry. I- I did... Whatever... He asked for."

"Obviously you did, you never sway away from doing the dirty." His faced contorted into something vile, again. At least, now he wasn't covering it with a cynical smile. "I think he wants another night with my wife." He rubbed his jaw in fake concentration. "Tell me wife? Should I offer you again?" He smiled, mockingly. I let out a sob. How cheap does he think I am? I ask myself. "Sweetheart do not cry. You should be glad your worth of two million dollars."

His smile disappeared and he tightened his fist. He crashed his lips against mine, painfully biting it to draw out blood and again slammed my head in the thick glass table.

I dropped unconscious on the floor, then and there with one last memory in my mind.

"I love you." I whispered in his ears.

"I love you so much more." Rogan dipped his head and kissed me sweetly in my lips.

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