(COMPLETE) Bitter Sweat

Broken

When I woke up the next morning everything hurt. When I breathe, when I move it hurts everywhere. I took a look around the room to see if Dmitri ever came back but there was no one. Just me.
Just when I was about to phone him the doctor came into the room. “Good morning Ms Black. How are you feeling today?” he asked.
“I’m okay just a little sore.” He took a look at my chart for a few minutes. “Well it seems that you will be able to go home this afternoon. I just want to do a few more tests to make sure. I see your boyfriend isn’t here to hear the good news.”
“Uh yeah he had some things to take care of” I said also wondering where he was. It was almost 10 o’clock when daddy came to visit with Blake.
“Morning baby how are you doing?” he greeted me and kissed me on the cheak. “They are releasing me” I said not too enthusiastically. “Really?” he said looking at my face “What’s wrong?”.
“Have you heard of Dmitri since yesterday? He hasn’t been back ever since he left” daddy furrowed his brows. “No baby I haven’t heard of him. I thought he was here with you”
Not another word was said about Dmitri’s disappearance. Almost an hour later the doctor said I was fine to go.
I thought getting out of the hospital and going home was going to be heaven but it wasn’t. It’s now been days since I saw Dmitri let alone heard from him. His phone would ring but he never picked it up. He wasn’t kidnapped again because everything was quiet. Something was very wrong here.
So I decided that even if I wasn’t healed completely yet I was going to find out what the hell was going on because it was starting to gnaw on my soul.
I took a long deserving shower and after I dried my hair. I decided on a simple outfit because this could go either one of 2 ways. We could break up or he would rip my clothes off.

I quickly got dressed and braided my hair. Yes I do that a lot. I absolutely love my long hair but hate it when it blows in my face so a braid was just an easier way.
I went downstairs but nobody was in sight not even the help. I didn’t pay much attention and went to the garage.
I grabbed the key from one of the hooks and got in. It wasn’t a long drive to the Patrov mansion but the whole way there I got this really bad feeling in my gut. When I arrived at the mansion I saw Dmitri’s car parked in the driveway. My hands started to get sweaty and I began feeling very nervous.

Nobody opened the door like they usually do so I guess no one heard me come in. I opened the front door and also saw nothing. What the hell is going on? I thought to myself. I see no one at home and now here also nobody and it was all very strange to me. I made my way towards Dmitri’s part of the house. I didn’t knock because fuck I was naked in his bed more than once.
I opened the door quietly. Nothing. Nobody. I felt for my gun in my bag and realised that I didn’t bring it with me. “Shitt” I whispered. Suddenly I heard something in the direction of Dmitri’s room.
I started walking very slowly and very quietly towards his room looking in every direction to make sure no one jumps me from behind. The closer I got to his room the louder the noises began to get.
My hand rested on the door knob being afraid to open the door. I am at this point so fucking sick of people kidnapping us or trying to kill us that I just want a bit of normalcy. But it looks like that luck won’t strike me today.
I took a deep breath and opened the door. What I saw next was not at least what I was prepared for.

Dmitri was pinning some girl to the wall of his bedroom fucking her hard. “Jesus” and that was me. Every breath I had has left my body as if someone hit me in my stomach. Dmitri suddenly whipped his head backwards looking at me “Shitt” was all he had to say to make me turn the hell around and run.
That was all I wanted to do was to run and get the hell out of this place. I ran out of his house and down the halls to his father’s living room. At this point I could hear his footsteps behind me.
I made it to the living room and bolted through the front door. I opened the car door but it was suddenly shut with a tattooed arm.
“Please let me explain” his voice came from behind me. I could still smell the sex on his body the sweat from his little workout session.
He tried to turn me around “Don’t you fucking touch me” I yelled spinning around and using all of the strength that I had to push him away.
“Just let me explain baby please” he said with caution in his voice. “Don’t you fucking call me that” I pointed my finger in his face.
“Baighleigh please let me explain it’s not what it looks like” Well isn’t that what they always say when they get caught.
“Explain? You want to explain why your dick was shoved in that fucking whore while I was recovering in the hospital after saving your stupid ass grieving the loss of our child ALONE”
Tears were streaming down my face like never before. People started gathering outside to watch our little side show, Alex being in front. None of them doing or saying anything just staring.
“There is nothing that you can say or explain that could EVER justify what you just did.”
“I let you in. I fucking let you in and you completely destroyed me. I will never forgive you for this.”
I turned around and opened the car door. I threw in my handbag like a crazy woman when he took my shoulder in an attempt to talk to me again.
Then I remembered something. I turned around and cocked my gun. “I dare you to put your hands on me again.” I pointed that joker gun at his face with rage. “You are nothing. All you are is a pretty little rich boy fucking everything with a vagina between their legs wasting your father’s hard earned money. You do not deserve to be the head of this mafia or any other. I feel sorry for you”
I got in the car and spun away looking in my rear view mirror at the only man that I will ever love.
On my way home that was the only picture I could see. Her legs wrapped around his waist with him pumping into her with so much force. The more I saw that picture in my head the more I cried, the angrier I got.
When I arrived at home I saw dad’s Rolce Royce in the driveway. I grabbed my bag in my right hand with my left hand still holding the gun. I have had enough.
I boomed through the front door. When daddy saw me he ran towards me but I pointed my gun towards him.
“Baighleigh Alex called……”
“Get the fuck away from me” I said and walked upstairs. I went into my closet and grabbed 3 bags. The maid that was appointed to my room came in and stood stock still while I pointed the gun at her face.
“Miss let me help you pack” she said in barely a voice. I lowered my gun and went back inside my closet ripping out clothes and threw them on the ground. She picked them up and packed it neatly but fast in the suitcases.
I went towards my safe and punched in the combination. I took out 2 more guns and ammunition and threw them in one of the bags along with all the money I had.
When we were done and I packed all of the things that I thought I would need the maid zipped the bags up. I took one of the bags in my left hand and the gun in my right. The maid took the other 2 bags and we descended downstairs.
Dad was still standing in the living room talking to Blake who I imagine got the news of my little freak out and came immediately. When they saw me Blake just looked at me and I looked at the both of them.
“Did you know?” I asked with sadness lacing my voice.
Not one of them said anything answering my question. “You are just as pathetic as he is”. I started walking towards the front door when I heard daddy call my name.
“Baighleigh….”
“No dad. We have to let her go.” That was Blake. He knew that I would put a bullet in anyone’s head if they tried to stop me in any way.
When the bags were loaded I sped off towards the airport.
I needed to get out of here
I needed to get away
Away from him.