Love is nothing but pain

chapter 3

Lying on the bed i was thinking about the mind blowing conversation that me and my parents had. I am in dilemma whether i should cry or dance in happiness as Maxwell is my childhood crush. But this crush always crushed me like a piece of rubbish. He hates me the most not hate but despise my presence in this whole universe. Seeing me makes him charged like a bull who had just saw red cloth and that damn cloth is me. This is how our lovely relation is well love from my side.

I always found myself attractive towards him since i was 13 years old. I know how pathetic it is, when on one side i am love sick puppy and on other side he doesn't spare a glance at me. I never understood why fucking i can't hate him? Why the he'll i have soft corner for him in my heart while i have cold and steel heart for everyone. Why do i care for him when he is nothing but a " A grade jerk" towards me.

Saying mean stuff and rude comments is like his part time job. Surely it brings tears in my eyes but i never show him my liquid flowing eyes because i does not want to give him satisfaction by showing my weakness. From outside my poker face may show i don't care but inside my soul collapsed.

He is the CEO of " wilsons.inc" company. Terms like player, manwhore, Casanova, rotten brat etc are made for him to describe his personality. Seeing him with various models or actresses just tears me apart. I know many variety of candies are available in market but still my stupid heart want this particular used candy that is eaten by many girls.

On seeing me first thing he do is either to change his direction or open his mouth to say how much of a dirtbag i am. Man i really want to hate him but my capability to hate him always seems to be inactive.

I don't know how my married life is going to be with him. But deep down i know it will not going to be bed of roses. It will consist of thorns, stones, pricks and everything that will just give birth to my misery.

This person who doesn't spare a glance at me is going to marry me. Although i love him. But the journey of his harsh attitude will be continued like a flow of river.

Maxwell is my brother's best friend. I know him and his family since childhood. My brothers and Maxwell is a deadly combination to make me feel low. Their collaboration just add a new level of misery in my life. A normal and sane brother protects his sister while here on the other hand he motivates other people to bully me. Just like adding fuel to fire. In fact both of them turned the whole school against me and then everyone treats me like garbage. Even when they graduated nothing stopped everyday i became victim to latest pranks. Humiliation is what i am perfectly familiar with.

The knock on my door brings me out from my thoughts and maid Sophia entered in my room.

She is in her early 50's with a dark brown hair and a skinny body which has wrinkles all over on her epidermis. She had black eyes with dark eyelashes. And her lips that always wears a charming and a friendly smile which is the most admirable character. Her husband died in accident and she doesn't have any child. So she treats me like her own daughter and to me she is my everything. She is my family. She is the only one who provides me endless love. Sometimes i think why doesn't she is the one who give me birth?

She is the only person who is kind to me. She is the only one makes me believe that i can also be treated like a normal human. That's the reason that i have infinite amount of respect and love towards her.

"Bella your mother wants to get ready as Wilson's are going to come today" she said with a radiant smile.

She knows that i have a crush on Maxwell because she caught me staring at him when i was hiding behind a wall.

"When they are going to come"? I asked with a sigh.

"At 8 pm as your mother said" she
replied to me.

"Is there any reason they are coming?" She asked me with a look that shows curiosity.

And then i told her everything. She was very shocked to hear this. But then she hugs me. Her hugs are enough to calm down the chaos in my psychological state. I trust her the most in my family. She knows everything about me even the bullying as she is the only one who treat my wound, covered my bruises and stops my bleeding skin. She provides me the mental support when i needed the most.

"Don't worry everything is going to be fine. Don't take stress my little bella" she said.

"In your presence the term stress does not exist in my dictionary". And that's true i don't know what kind of magic she do to make me calm.

And a conversation with her enough to make my mind drift in a sane state.