Ultraviolence

You have no room for light

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1st February 2018
Tessa

Two weeks

All the time I had left was confined too two measly weeks. Tears began to stream down my face as I drove my car along the highway, my body was shaking as I tightly gripped the steering wheel. Driving to Ezequiel for some comfort, trying to reach him as soon as possible.

As I walk towards the gate again, I find myself light headed and nauseous. This time the second I press the silver button a high pitched tone comes out of the speaker, followed by a small click. I pushed the gate open and stumbled to the door where Ezequiel was waiting for me.

"I have two weeks" I mumbled into his chest, sobbing quietly.

"Come on, lets go inside." He whispered solemnly, leading me inside his house by my hands

Silently, I sit down a chair in the kitchen as he turns the kettle on. I watch the steam rise out of the spout, it rises up and spreads across the ceiling until it disappears from sight.

Carefully, I hold the mug in my hand as Ezequiel sits across from me with a mug resting in between his hands as well.

"So..." he begins, awkwardly shuffling in his seat. "when did you find out the cancer got serious?"

"Last night." I tell him, my long finger nails picking the paint of the mug in my hands. "I just didn't know what to do so I ran home and cried for a while. I shouldn't even be here I'm meant to be in hospital but I had to see you."

Ezequiel petted my hair as I sipped my coffee lightly, tears still falling down my cheeks and onto the table. I looked up at his dark green eyes, the forests were held inside them like a prison that only he could set free. I  wipe my tears on my sleeve, breathing in and out deeply whilst doing so.

Suddenly, I bring my lips to Ezequiel's and I don't pull away. He does. The kiss was cut short by him quickly flinching away from me and turning so his back was facing me. I walk up to him ask what's wrong, then I notice something.

A slight dent on his ring finger.

I only let out a small noise before his phone started to ring. He held the dark screen to his ear as an inconceivable voice on the other end of the line spoke to him. Ezequiel turned to me quickly before he hung up and put his phone into his pocket.

"Sorry, I have to go to work." He said, kissing my cheek and leaving me in silence. I was alone.

A cold chill passed through my body like a ghost, I was left alone in Ezequiel's house, a house that may have held another woman. Immediately turned the house upside down. Looking for anything to prove me right.

I hoped I was wrong

I started at his bedroom, throwing his covers off of his bed, inspecting every last inch. I looked through the duvet and pillow cases until I found what I was looking for.

A long brown hair

Next I check through his wardrobe, nothing was to bee seen besides clothes and shoes, hung tightly compact in the giant structure. After, I look through his bedside cabinet, first I checked the cupboard underneath.

Nothing

However, when I opened the draws I found something, twinkling in the light of the room. A gold ring, large and expensive, a perfect fit for him. Underneath were pictures of some girl in a white room, taking off her night gown. I began to cry again, my face hot with tears, salty when they reach my mouth.

Quickly, I ran out of the house, not once looking back. I struggled to open the car door, my nails broke off, leaving a sharp pain and a trace of blood at the end of my fingers. Once I was inside I buckled my seatbelt and drove away from this cruel house. The wind was running across my scalp and dried my tears, yet I still felt him there. Painfully, a loud sound came out of the hood of my car, smoke rose out into the sun. I was stuck in this almost abandoned road, the only building here was a little bar called 'the olde star'

Once I was inside I was greeted by the sight of a tall, dark skinned woman, wearing a citrus dress draped over her slim body. She was being berated by a man with a wide, barrel like chest, who I assumed to be her boss. I was just about to sit down when she tripped over my legs. Two photos fell out of her chest, a girl taking off her night gown, the same one who was in Ezequiel's draw under his ring.

"Sorry." She said, a hint of annoyance in her voice as she brushed the dirt of her colourful dress.

"Sorry, it was my fault." I insisted, helping her pick up the shattered plates on the floor.

Later, we sat at the bar across from each other, the question itching at the back of my head. We talked about how we moved here, who we met, who we dated. But when she talked about this girl, I could tell it was the woman in the picture.

"I'm sorry if this seems rude or intrusive but, who is the girl in the picture?" I asked, immediately regretting it.

She sighed before telling me about her, telling me about how they met, how she left her. The woman told me that she got the photos by 'Amelia's' boyfriend telling her to back off. The woman said he never met him, or knew that they were dating.

"He was tall..." she began.

"He had green eyes and put together hair. But he was evil, he burned me with a cigarette." She explained, showing me her hand for proof.

The burn was pitch black, surrounded by a big red scab. I felt sorry for her immediately, but i needed to hear more.

"Is this him?" I asked, searching my phone for a picture of him, all of them were of us.

She looked at the photo carefully before sighing in defeat.

"Yes,that's him" she confirmed, facing away from the phone. The woman then began talking the person next to me, writing their order on a small notepad as they spoke.

When she was turned to tell the cooks the order I snatched the pen and notepad off the table. The black pen was held tightly in my hands as I wrote down the Ezequiel's address and name.
I left the note on the side before running out of the bar and into the night, back to my broken down car to get my phone to call the nearest taxi service to bring me to the hospital. Where I needed to be.

I hope she brings him down

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