Cause You are Mine

Fell Out of Love

I have never craved for love this much. I knew that I was not a ugly girl except my high school years when I suffered dots and pimples, a nerd with baggy clothes studying to get a full scholarship in college. When I got to get out of my own hometown for college I bloomed into something else, who was aware of her appearance. Couple of guys came after me but my education always got the priority and I dismissed all offers.

I sipped my wine and enjoyed the taste on my tongue. Yes Dorothy gave in to bring some for me tonight most probably recognizing the agony in my eyes caused by Damien.

I woke up in an empty bed, my dress wrapped around my waist absurdly leaving the rest of my body naked, after the night we spent in each others arms and never saw him the whole day.

The love I begged silently from him went tossed out only remains of sex left behind which caused me to yearn for more.

Maybe I was wrong to ask for love from him but who could blame me? As far as I counted I've been in this house for 6 weeks and all I ever communicated with were Damien, the witch and Dorothy and Sal only for once.

My dad never forgave me for what I have caused after that night and my brother was not the same loving one towards me anymore. I was alone and now I am suffering the same faith once again. Maybe it had to be this way.

I simply denied to fall into this trap of emotions after my third glass and decided to look for Damien. When I reached the door of the room to open it and determined the explore the floor to search for Damien's room, I heard footsteps on the hallway. I opened my door and saw Damien staggering.

"Hey" I chirped suddenly startling him.

He turned around and gazed at me.

"Why aren't you in your bed?" he mumbled.

"Are you okay?" I ignored his question yet something about his stance irked me.

"Yeah. I am going to bed" he murmured.

"Damien" I whispered afraid of angering him. "I wanted to talk to you"

"About what?" he snapped.

"Us?" I questioned quailing.

"Yeah about us" He sighed in despair. "Listen." he said. I didn't want to hear it. I somehow sensed that what he was going to say soon would be something I would hate to hear but I still stood there waited for him to continue.

"There will be a wedding next month. And I..." he trailed off with sorrow sank in his eyes.

"What about it?" I whispered, terrified to hear the answer.

"I will be marrying this.. the sister of Russian mob" he sighed.

I could not count the number of the daggers stabbing my chest, cutting it into pieces, blood flowing from each whole causing my breath to stick in my throat, choking me.

"Emily" he was panicked and it was the first time he called me by my name and I despised it. He was going to marry some girl and he didn't bother to tell me last night when he made love to me.

I calmed myself after a few seconds despair replaced with fury. Fury for this son of a b*tch to took my life away from me, imprisoned, used and abused me and at the end he's gone far too long  to marry someone else. I hurled myself onto him hitting his chest while screaming profanities. He wrapped his arm around me to control my attacks and when he managed, he slowly moved his hand on my back to soothe me whispering sweet nothings to my ear.

When I gave a shake to my pensiveness I looked him in the eye.

"What now?" I asked wondering whether his answer will cause more pain than already I felt or not.

"I want to keep you with me in this house." he said decisively.

"But you will have a wife here" and it will not be me I wanted to yell at him. "She will not approve my presence"

"Mafia woman are used to mistresses, you still can be one of my mistresses" He concluded.

I was shattered when I heard him saying that he will marry but calling me one of his mistresses, an object like a cup he puts on a shelf killed me. I slowly moved myself out of his reach and didn't go on arguing with him, knowing that it will be futile. I nodded my head and stepped in to my room without even saying goodnight.

I cried all night. He didn't bother to come to check on me.

When I woke up next morning or noon apparently, I was surprised to find the witch folding laundries near my bed.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I screeched.

She didn't stop what she was doing. "I am doing the laundry as I am supposed to" she answered sarcastically.

"Get out" I yelled.

She laughed to herself. "You are not to give orders here. You knew that your time would come to an end, yes?" she raised one eyebrow mocking me. "When the lady of the house finally arrives I will take my revenge on you for being a spoiled brat" she spat. "Though I won't need to do anything, everyone talks about your transfer to "redhouse" at he end of this week. I will get rid of you sooner than I dreamed of." She snickered.

"Where is Dorothy?" I ignored her words.

"Downstairs preparing lunch for boss" he shrugged.

I jumped out of the bed, headed to bathroom to refresh myself. I looked like a trash. I splashed water to my face, brushed my teeth, combed my hair and put on my rob and went out of the room to find Dorothy. I walked on tiptoe to prevent any attention and approached the kitchen door which was opened ajar.

I heard two people talking. I guessed them to be Sal and Dorothy. When I was about to open the door I heard Dorothy's words.

"I hate that brat, always asking for this and for that. I am tired of her. If it wasn't for the money Damien has paid me I wouldn't stay with her more than a minute." she huffed.

"Yeah lucky us Damien got tired of her and found a noble wife for himself" said Sal.

"She will be transferred to the red house they say?" she questioned.

"Where else? All the ex-whores of boss ends up there. Anyway she's got nobody to lean on. Her father accepted the money Damien offered him and never searched for her daughter and his brother is another issue that Damien solved and the boy easily gave up on her. What a family. It is for her best to go to that whore house" as soon as Sal finished his words I ran to my room, tears blinding my way. When I finally reached my room I tumbled in my bed sobbing.

I hated them all. Damien, witch, Dorothy, Sal, my father, my brother and even my friend Katie.

Love never existed anymore. At least not for me.