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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Melissa's POV.
I kept the Bible in the alter and returned to my bed. The headache was splitting my head literally.
It's was 5 in the morning and I had another sleepless night. There is an uneasy feeling settled inside me. Something will happen. Something terrible.
Reading the Psalm always helped me calming myself at times. I try to avoid the anxiety pills, I don't want to overdose on it. I'm not religious or something, it just brings a sense of calmness in me, the motivational words help a lot.
I had kept the latches of the windows open for cool breeze. The room was suffocating me awhile ago. The wind chimes chimed cheerfully, making the sound so soothing to my ears. The sun was about to rise in a few minutes, it was such a beautiful time of the morning. Sleep automatically knocked my head.
After about 45 minutes, the rustling sound woke me up. Something like glass crashed on the ground. I sighed. My husband is home...
I removed the blanket and stood to my feet and grabbed a silk robe. Putting the robe around me, I went to see what was the noise all about.
I opened the room and stood by the first floor railing, starind down in the living room. The huge Greek urn which was a priceless piece of utensil was broken into pieces in the floor. That urn was beautiful.
A messed up male figure stretched on the large sofa. Shirt buttons undone, unlaced shoes, and messed up hair, Blake lay on the couch with eyes closed.
I didn't dare to make myself visible. That beast will have me by the neck! And he looks drunk, not a good time.
Messily, he put his feet up in the glass table in front of him. He threw away the expensive China vase in the floor with his leg.
He winced from the shattering sound.
"Bitch, come here!" He yelled.
It was my turn to wince now, from his voice and obviously what was going to follow after. God knows, today who stuck a hot rod up his ass and whose anger he will take out on me?
"Melissa!" He called. I immediately made my way down the stairs. Delaying would cause me more pain later and nothing else.
"Blake." I said calmly, making my presence known.
I stood and watched his fleeting reactions. His face suddenly broke into a smile, a smile which was anything but genuine. A humorless, cold laugh came out of his mouth.
I stood still and bit my lip nervously. The stench of alcohol was polluting the air in the room. He was badly drunk.
"You always got what you wanted, princess. Always." His eyes opened and stared at me straight. They were red. The most dangerous I have ever seen so far. "Come. Sit here." He said rather softly and patted the sofa beside him.
