Broken (Completed and editing)

The day when I'll be gone.

"She was alway the last one to break down yet when she did.

Its was frightening."

Veronica's POV:-

".......Your life was already a storm. Treated just like a mission being accomplished yet no idea about it. Putting you down like some rabid dog nearly killed me. How would I do this for the next 7 months. How am I going to keep you with me till you........" I felt a hand  wrap itself around my hand and another one brushing away those stray strands of golden hair from my face.

"I know I'll have to push you every inch to reach that point, but I am bound by things you need not to be burdened with. I wish I could change things.............."

I knew who it was. My brain fought to just open my eyes and push him away from me, though my heart had a mind of its own. It only yearned for just a little more, every time.

"Veronica please just work with me. Please forgive me. There are things that you will never understand. I only wanted you to just be free of this before you knew about it, but I never expected this outcome. I thought you'd forgive your father. You'd forgive me......"

He would say what I wanted to really hear when he thinks I cannot. Though the silence he keeps while I'm awake, standing right in front of him and not being registered is what kills me. Makes me feel unwanted, undesirable and unfortunately unloved.

I stayed still, trying to calm the mayhem inside me.

He had sedated me last night. It came to this? I never expected my life to become this disappointing.
Maybe I had expected more of him and when he could not fulfill that expectation, It was what really disappointed me.

I put my trust in a man whose intentions were to just use me from the starting. 

I squeaked my eyes open, just a little to see him  sitting on the floor beside my bed his hand in mine, forehead resting on the edge like a man who's  had nothing but loss his whole life.

I loved this man. I still love him. These words were provoking me to just go on and forgive him.

How many more betrayals, heartbreaks, my brokenness will I forgive?

I closed my eyes again.

Stirred to let him know I was waking up. He was quick to recover and his hand quickly let go of mine. It pushed me over the edge for the thousandth time.

I opened my eyes again to him standing up and staring at me. I turned over, my back now facing him.

He and my father are the reason why I was in this vulnerable position. If they think my forgiveness would come without them asking for it. They need to set their minds straight. Soon enough I'd lose everything if this continues.

The things they have done to me and the things they plan on doing made them think they have the upper hand.

He sighed and left the room, probably feeling defeated. I kept laying lifeless on the bed staring at the picture I had recently put on my night stand.

A picture of me, Aaron and dad on our wedding day. It was a random picture I had received from Aaron's grand mother. She wrote to me about a month later to the wedding.

In the picture I stood smiling when dad kissed my forehead one last time before we came back here. And Aaron stared at me like he saw the whole world in me. His grandma's words not mine.

This picture now seemed like a betrayal to me. I picked it up staring at it for a few moments, tears followed suit and landed on the glassed frame.  Forming a trail to reach the corners.