Mine And Only Mine

Chapter 4

I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil. I am just a small girl in a big world trying to find someone to love.

-Marilyn Monroe

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Do you ever feel like you going to do some shit that you gonna regrets later? 

Well, I am now. 

"I, Martha Elliot Raynott, rejected you, Leonar-"

He knocked me out again. Motherfucker.

I wake up in the same room again, then looked around to check if he's there or not.

He's not here, as expected. I sigh in disappointment, so much for a fucking mate. I finally thought I'll fulfill my dream but no, some obstacles has to be in the way. I'm going to be alone for the rest of my life because I can't take him away from her, it's not right.

My moral won't let me do that. And because I am nice and have a fucking heart.

I won't do those things.

There go the Depression bitch. 

The door of my room slowly opens, revealing his "girlfriend" as he labels her. She walked in and smiled sadly at me, sympathy and pity clearly in her eyes as she takes the seat in front of me.

Bitch, I don't need your sympathy and pity, I need my man back. 

"You're my boyfriend mate." She said with a hint of hatred in her voice.

Okay, I didn't steal your boyfriend yet, and clearly he's supposed to be mine first. Destined to me mine.

"So much for stating the obvious, thanks," I stared at her, she stared at me, her lips curves up and slowly turning into a smirk. 

"You know he's really good in bed." She winks at me while licking her thin nasty lips. I change my mind now, she ugly as fuck. 

"Oh, you like it? I bet you do huh? Spreading those hairy wrinkling legs of yours?" 

Damn. I don't want to touch the bipolar dude anymore.

NO, I WANT HIS FUCKING SPERM!

Bitch, tell him to jerk off in a jar. 

"Listen here, Martha, the position is mine. He's mine. You just a third wheel that got roll into our lives, he can kill you when I want you to. He loves me, not you, a pathetic human mate like you!" She states boldly while pointing her old ass finger in front of my fucking face. 

Dramatic much?

"Blah, blah, blah, what was that? Can you repeat it again for me? Becasue I was just zoning out, you know, young age." I wink at her flirty, twirling my hairs as I lick my beautiful plump lips. 

"Oh, what was your name again? Lizard? Lice?" 

The look on her face is priceless, rainbow colors as people described. But then she starts crying, cratch her self off, her flesh and blood spriting out like a fountain. I jump up, stared at her in shock. 

WTF IS WRONG WITH HER? 

Then suddenly the door slammed open, revealing my angry looking mate. Here comes trouble. 

"What's is going on here!?"

 Each step he takes toward her but not me.

 I sadly looked at him, slowly picking her up, the way he looks at her, so much love and cared. I can feel my heart break, piece by piece. 

So this is how a heartbreak feel like? I sadly asked myself. Truly, one of my checklist is someone to break my heart.

This is what I wanted? Right?

Check.

"HOW DARE YOU HURT HER!?" He roared loudly at me as his eyes turn black, his veins look like they going to escape his flesh. With so much hatred, disappointment, sadness, anger in his eyes. 

I didn't flinch because I know I didn't do it, I did nothing wrong.

I stood my ground firmly, held my chin up high, stared straight to his eyes. I held his gaze for five seconds then speak, "She did it her own, I didn't touch her one bit. Believe whatever you want."

He raised his hand up and slap me. 

My neck move sideway, hard, I can feel my bone crack as its move. I spit out the blood and glared up at him.

It stings, but my heart is in pain then ever. My blood boil, no one ever slap me until him and it's also my first day enter this new world. How dare he hit me?

What if he have anger issues?

His anger can fucking kiss my ass.

The feeling of being slapped by your own mate isn't great at all, 
It hurts. 

And sting as fuck. 

So he chooses his "girlfriend" over his own mate, how wonderful. "So that's your answer then." I smiled sadly at him.

Don't cried. Martha.

NO! Please! Give him another chance Martha!!

It's too late now, I wished he can be just a bit of my imagination.

Then I feel my body being fade away, something try stop me from fading but I shoved it back harshly in the back of my mind, force the process to go faster. 

The man stands in front of me, shock written all over his face. He slowly steps up, trying to reach for me, panic start to form from his actions, but my body disappeared before he can touch me. 

Goodbye, Leonardo. 

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