No Love Lost (Unedited)

Chapter Eight

I tried to explain to him about Chris’s beatings getting worse. But he wasn’t trying to listen and that just got me even more angry. So, I retaliated by hurting him. Right when it came out of my mouth I knew I had gone to far. But before I could apologize he stormed out. I wanted to go talk to him but with us both angry I knew we wouldn’t get anywhere.

I laid there on my bed just replaying tonights events. I can’t believe I said that to him. “Maybe you should concentrate on not making the same mistake again rather than what she did to you in the past”, just kept playing through my head. And I just felt guiltier and guiltier.

My sister had tried to come in and comfort me but I just told her I was to tired to talk about it now and I needed to sleep. It was a total lie, I had been feeling more tired than usual lately, but even if I wanted to I couldn’t sleep right now. One, because Micah wasn’t laying next to me and my guilty conscious refused to shut up.

“Maybe you should concentrate on not making the same mistake again rather than what she did to you in the past”, I just couldn’t get that out of my head. Or how the look of anger on his face quickly turned to pain. I knew he regretted what he did with every bone in his body. I began just mentally replaying how we ended up down eachothers throats today.

AMINEH’S MEMORY

I remember it was a Friday night and I had gotten out of class early so I came straight home. But when I came in he wasn’t there. He usually gets home before me, so it was kind of odd that he wasn’t here. I called his cell to see where he was but he didn’t answer, so I left him a message asking him to call me back as soon as possible. I didn’t jump to the conclusion that he was cheating or anything because I trusted my husband more than anyone else in this world.  

After a while of worrying I just assumed he was playing basketball with his guys on the force like he usually did.

When it hit a little after one in the morning I was beyond worried. I had called him and everybody I knew on the force multiple times. Only one who didn’t answer was Alexa but her husband was a little strict about when she could have her phone on her. At 11, I had convinced myself that he was still playing basketball, then at 12 I had told myself he must of went to the bar afterwards.

So at one I was curled in a ball on the bed, so worried I was bawling my eyes out. I guess I fell asleep because when I woke up he was laying down facing me, holding me tightly to his chest. Even in his sleep he looked uneasy and uncomfortable. He must have had a hard time at work last night. I was tempted to kiss the worry off of his lips until I remembered why I had cried myself to sleep last night.  

I tried to ease his arm off of me so I could at least make some tea before I started the “where were you conversation”. But when I lifted his arm his eyes flew open. Before I could even show how shocked I was he pulled me back towards him and crashed his lips to mine. The kiss was urgent, passionate, needy like the good bye kiss at the end of the Titanic movie. I was tempted to push him off but I couldn’t help but return the passion and intimacy. I was so scared last night that I would never get to do this again. As our tongues moved in rhythm with each other all the bad stuff slipped my mind until his hands roamed under my shirt and up my side. I quickly stopped his hand and sat up with my back against the bed post.

“Rehum, where were you last night,” I asked looking down at him, still laying down.

He sat up too, ran his hands through his hair, and looked at me with the most painful expression on his face I’ve ever seen.

Taking a deep breath he said, “I… I killed some one last night Mineh.”

I just stared at him for a while, hand covering my mouth. Tears immediately started running down his face.