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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A pale pink and saffron colour patched the sky the next afternoon. The little white clouds and the orange-ish sun made the sky look beyond beautiful.
Yesterday's thoughts and events played in my mind. His face always came in front of me. I know I can't move my hand forward and caress his beautiful face. I know I can't look into his eyes and just show him how much I loved him. But seems like that's the only thing I want to do now.
Desperation brings illusions of happiness. Illusion is the keyword here. Yes, an illusion that isn't real. Something that I can only dream of having but never can achieve.
Rogan Kingston happened to be my happy illusion.
Five years ago, Rogan Kingston was everything that I ever wanted. I woke up every morning to see him smile and hear his deep voice. And sleep every night with him beside me, praying to God to keep him with me forever and never part our ways.
Time change. Happiness is temporary. Forever was a wrong concept all together. My eighteen year old mind lived in a world of fantasy, where fairies and unicorns existed, where love was real and happiness was permanent. I thought that was my reality but I didn't know that I was far from it, until one fateful day.
Medicines worked no more to control my overflowing emotions. Tears after tears fell down, and memories flashed in front of me. I thought memories brought happiness, why do I feel the pain? Why do I have this sense of longing? For what? For who? Why?
Seems like the sky too feels my pain. Grey clouds covered the beautiful pink and orange sky. The last rays of the sun disappeared behind the black thick blanket.
A roar of thunder followed after a streak of lightning. Just like that fateful day that took away the sunlight out of my life. A tear streaked down my face as the heaven cried with me.
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ROGAN'S POV.
I typed the code of the entrance lock and darkness welcomed me in my empty house.
Water dripped from my body in the white carpet as I stood quietly and took in a deep breath.
Why the hell did I think of walking today out of all days?
Because you're stupid and stayed awake working for more that 20 hours for that good-for-nothing woman.
My subconscious taunts me. I sighed. I walked in and threw my briefcase on the sofa, next came out my tie. I didn't need to switch on the lights to know where things were, I knew this place like the back of my hand.
Do I need this? This is revenge. I promised I'll be back. She ruined me and now it's my turn. That woman has seen my love, now she will see my hatred for her. If woman are like that then it's a shame to the womankind.
Pain makes a person stronger. The kind of pain she gave me was unbearable and it made me into this cruel human I am today. She needs to get a taste of it.
My face formed into a smirk which was called to be nasty in the present world. The world that I made.
So, here I am back for revenge. All these year's my throat bled from her thirst. She is the most expensive wine that I want to taste to the last drop of it.
"You. Are. Mine." I whispered each word menacingly in her ears. I wanted her to feel my pain, the pain she was causing. My hands gripped her arm tightly, a soft whimper escaped her mouth.
"No. Stop it." A tear stained her cheeks. She felt the pain too but hers was physical. My teeth grazed her neck, leaving angry marks. He eyes watered. Why can't she understand? Did she just play with my feelings all this time? Was it all a joke to her?
My blood boiled. I wanted to scrap her skin and make her bleed, if she couldn't feel the pain I'm feeling then physical pain it is for her. But I can't, she is the woman I love. She is the only woman I care for.
"I won't let you leave me. Do you hear me?" I can't let her go, ever. She is my everything, my world. Just stay with me! My subconscious begged her.
"I don't love you." She said, the words hit me like a hundred heated knife piercing me thousands of times. "You are hurting me." I trapped her against the wall in a painful grip. She tried to push me away but wasn't successful.
I laughed. I couldn't help but laugh at the filthy woman standing in front of me. The reality started to settle in.
My own laugh sounded hollow and dead to my own ears.
"I'm gonna fućk your brains out. You'll forget those words. Don't hurt me, Melissa. Or I'll hurt you worse."
A woman creates a man. But we forget, it's a woman herself that can kill a man too.
"I don't love you. Let me go!"
And so,
I left her.
Forever.
Until now.
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BLAKE'S POV.
He is back.
Rogan Kingston is back.
He wants her. He is after her.
That dance. The look. Kingston is back for Melissa. He is back for revenge.
History will repeat itself. Only, the hero turns into the villain.
At that point of time, my phone beeped indicating a new incoming message. I quickly opened the text and saw an unknown number.
From:Unknown.
"The game begins."
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Hello peeps sorry for the late update. Hope this one makes it up. :)
This is the only chapter with 3 POV, just wanted to give an insight of my leads.
