Cause You are Mine

Bad Memories

It has been a week since he didn't come to my room. Did that mean that he's got bored of me?

I felt left out and drowned since noone else but the witch of a maid has contacted me during meal times.

I heard a laughter outside my room past at midnight. I was waiting for him to claim me so I was still awake. I tiptoed to the door and opened it ajar to see what was going on. Yeah that was the farthest I have ever gone out of the room for weeks. Call me pathetic call me pavlov's. I don't care. I looked through the room and recognized two bodies entangled laughing loudly and making out in between. There was a blonde wrapped around his arms and kissing. I felt a sting in my heart. The feeling that long ago I dismissed to feel. The feeling that I forget to feel. Guilt accompanied by loneliness. Eventhough the circumstances did not match, the feeling was familiar.

I caught him cheating on me. When he realized what has he done he let go of the girl and came rushing back to me with regret. I would have left him there if the storm wouldn't have intervened. Somehow I ended up in his truck driving back to home. I was crying my eyes out while he was silent like a desert. Out of blue he started to speak out his mind out and tell me why he kissed the bitch of the school and my bully. I was furious because of his excuses and began to yell at him to stop. He was holding the steer wheel tightly with one hand and other was trying to calm me down. I pushed his hand away and he lost control. In a blink of an eye we flew directly to a tree. I watched every moment of the accident where we flew and the tree hit him on the head breaking through the roof of the car like a thin paper. His eyes wide as shocked his mouth opened to say the words he repeated and dead. I opened my door in panic and called the first person came to my mind.

"Mom"... I cried out "something terrible happened and he is dead."

Mom was frantically shouting at me asking me my whereabouts. She told me that she was on her way to home from work and advised me to call 911 immediately. She said that she would try to find us and command me to stay put right next to the car. I remember doing everything she told me and dialed 911. Good lord how would I know that the same ambulance that was supposed to help us was carrying my moms body in it.

The guilt never left me. While looking out that room I felt cheated and terrified with the thought that if I ever reacted the same way I did that night, ugly things would turn out on me again. I slowly closed my door burying the pain inside my heart.

When I woke up the next morning I decided that I won't be the victim of my faith anymore caused I suffered a lot for years.

After I showered and wear my shorts and tank top I headed out of the room and went downstairs where the loud laughter and talk can be heard. I raised my head high and enter the room which I presumed to be the kitchen. Couple of men and a few maids were splintered around the area. I walked to the coffee machine in confidence until a hand reached for me to stop. I looked at the hand holding my wrist and then to the face of the owner. I saw no one other than the witch herself.

I raised my eyebrow and looked at her asking for an explanation. She withdrew her hand and glared. I smiled and continue to my task to have a coffee. I poured down some coffee to my cup and leaned on the counter and sipped my coffee in victory. A temporary victory.

However I had enough time to count and examine the bodyguards that were supposed to keep me locked in the mansion.And then I started small chat with them naively believing that would be a gate to my escape, never occurred to me that would cause my worse punishment as well.