Shattered; Tainted Love [ON HOLD]

IX: What Goes Around Comes Back Around

All I think about
Is karma
And then the world moves on
But one thing's for sure
Maybe I got mine
But you'll all get yours
But I got smarter
I got harder
In the nick of time
Honey, I rose up from the dead
I do it
All the time!

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"August.. Wake up." Her soothing voice commanded in a whisper. "It's time to get up." The feel of her fingertips massaging his scalp resulted of a moan in delight.

With eyes still closed, he grabbed her wrist to encourage her to continue. "Ah, that feels good."

Her light giggle rang in his ears. He opened his eyes to meet bright green eyes staring back at him. Her smile was so enchanting. Strands of her snow white hair invaded her face.

He pressed his elbow into the mattress to support his weight as he turned to face Emilya. His hand traveled from her wrist to her fingers, he brought her knuckles to his lips and gave her a light kiss.

"August," she whispered.

His eyes flickered from her eyes to her desirable lips.

He slowly traced the front of his fingers along the structure of her face. He saw her chest rising rapidly and her cotton marina mimicked the vibration of her fast heartbeat. Not wasting anymore time, he claimed her lips.

The soft moans that escaped between kisses got louder.

His hands found themselves underneath her marina. She gasped and arched her back for more. She wrapped her legs around his naked torso. Her left hand found his hair and her right hand was over his shoulder.

He moved from her lips to her jaw then traveled to her nape.

Suddenly... She disappeared. August was now standing in front of a full body mirror. Not just any mirror but Emilya's mirror. He was wearing a black v-neck and jeans pant.

Whimpering was heard from the corner of the room. He turned to see Emilya crying... Literally crying. She was shaking like a leaf in fear.

His heart sank when he saw the bruises all over her face. He quickly walked over to her and knelt down in front of her. "Who did this to you?" His voice came out shaky.

She only cried louder.

"Emilya. Please, tell me. Who did this to you?"

Mixed emotions were present in her eyes as she looked up at him. "G-get away from me!"

"Emi – what..."

"I said get away!" She screamed and tried to push him away but he held her forearms. "Let go of me!"

"Emilya stop this!"

"Monster!" She wailed as she struggled to free her arms.

He froze. She has called him that once before but he didn't think she would say it again. He didn't do anythi– he eyes widened at the dry blood that stained his hands.

He let go of her to stare in shock at the blood presented on his hands and clothes.

No! He would never... But he did!

The muffled crying of the beaten woman numbed his ears. He never thought that he would hit her again, he knew better than that now!

This cannot be happening. HOW COULD THIS HAVE HAPPENED?!

"You're a monster," she whispered.

August sprung out of his dream in fright. He scanned his surroundings to find that he was still in his room, in bed.... With Bianca? It was then he remembered that she wanted to stay the night because she claimed that she missed him.

It was just a dream, he chanted while making his way out of his room and downstairs to the kitchen to drink some water.

He sat around the island staring at the water. Strange noises was heard at the entrance of the front door. Leaving the glass on the table, he crept into the hallway of the entrance and sat in the couch that faced the door.

The sound of a door opening in the dim light appeared the silhouette of small figure. The door was shut with a soft click.

August reached up to the wall behind him flicked on the light switch where he found Orlena frozen in place with a deer-caught-in-headlights expression.

"Should I even know why you're out this late?" August asked casually. It wasn't the first she has done this so it never came to a surprise to him.

"Should I even know why you're up this late?" Orlena retorted with a raised brow.

The nightmare came flooding his mind. Telling Orlena about his guilt dream will only result in more lecturing.

Orlena was the only one who knew what he had done to Ava. A day after Emilya had left August became disoriented and withdrawn. It was as if part of his life was taken along with her, and never to return.

Orlena tried to merely provide him comfort and in that moment he spilled everything to her.

"It's about Emilya, isn't it?" She spoke softly as she stood ground beside August.

August frowned. Was he that easy to read? He nodded hesitantly and prepared for Orlena's response.

"I think it's time to make an amendment between the two of you." Her words shocked him. He thought he would get a scolding or a hit in the head with one of her shoes. "She's probably pissed off at you or scared – it depends – but still you should try to work something out with her so the past will be all forgotten about." She ruffled his messy hair. "Fix it August before this guilt kills you," she says while silently walking up to the stairs.

Her final words lingered in his mind.

He knew what he did to Emilya was wrong, he was a stupid kid back then. He regretted it, every moment of it... He never knew what abuse or depression was until his parents talked to him about it.

He wasn't proud of what he did to children his age and younger. At the time he saw them, mostly the opposite sex, inferior to him; they were all weak.

Emilya was different from the other children though. He has never seen her cry before when he hurt her. She took the inflictions like it was nothing. August thought that she was unbreakable until she tried to commit suicide.

His stomach turned at the thought. Just watching her lie there lifeless with cuts everywhere made him sick to his stomach.

Running his fingers through his hair, he made the decision to confront Emilya and apologize. He wanted this horrible past to stop haunting him. He wanted to reclaim that part of him that drifted away from him after she left. He wanted to get close to her, he wanted her, he needed her. She was his after all.

He would never leave her alone even if those things never happened. He claimed her as his so he will have her. But first he had to apologize; beg for forgiveness in order to have her. He was going about this in a normal way and that's how it is going to be... Normal.... Or is it?