Beauty and Her Beast

Chapter 42

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There is something so beautiful about nights. About the silence. About the way, you can feel connected to the Nature. I, of all people, is a die-hard fan of Night, Darkness. It soothes my nerves, lessen my anxiety, give me clearer view of my jumbled-up thoughts. I looked around and found men staring at me like I had grown a new pair of ears, that also, on head. 

Ironic, right. Let's just say that I'm being interrogated by a bunch of men, whom I surely am giving a very hard time. To say the least and in most modest way. Dylan is near, ripping his hairs out, Bobby is almost on the verge of fainting and rest of the men are ready to kill the first thing which so much make a noise.

Hmm. I like them this way. Sadistic bitch, ain't I?

I knew that the day you were born, Bitch. Brain.

"Look Boys, wrap it up. I'm tired as hell, need to get out of this classy dress and sleep." I said, yawning.

""So, co-operate Mary. Just for once." Dylan said exhaustion evident in his voice.

"What do you want me to co-operate about? What I do is none of you business, frankly speaking. Bobby here. He is the closest thing like a father I've here and because of you, I've strained relation with him now." I said, all too calmly, a calmness indicating a disaster. "Now, let me ask again, what do you want to co-operate about?"

I know. I know I'm being unreasonable but I'm hurting. This is the first time after the incident that I'm directing my talk towards Dylan. Hell, the first time I'm actually looking at him in the eye.

"I just want to make sure you're Okay. That's all Mary." Dylan said.

"Do I look like I just came back from Afghanistan? Do you see any scars? Am I limping? Do I've plaster somewhere? NO. So, yes I'm perfectly fine. I don't want you, of all the people, look after me. You've looked after me for quite some time." I said accusation so evident in my voice that I'm sure Dylan connected the dots.

"Look Mary, I totally get it you're angry. I get . . "He was saying when I cut him off.

"Angry? On you? Why? Had you done something wrong?" I acted innocent.

Let me tell you this; it seems I'm in a graveyard. Expect for me talking, all of them are like breathing corpses. As pale as a dead body. I'm usually not this bitchy but today, the level is sky-rocketing.

Bitchines level= 1000%

"I did not do anything. . " Again I cut him off.

"You cheated on me, on the day when you were suppose to be My DATE, with the only girl I loathe with all my guts. Continue explaining how it was Everybody's faults expect yours." I said smiling to him. He flinched like I just slapped him hard. Well; as a matter of fact, I did. "We were never a thing. We're not a thing, Dylan. Yet it doesn't mean you Fuck a girl in restroom whilst your own date is out, looking for you. You don't, Dylan. I get it now. I was over reacting on all of this. Who you fuck, who you date, who you leave, and all this is none of my business. What really is my business now, is you stay the fuck away from My Business." I said and got up. I'm tired. I'm exhausted, I'm sad, hurt, embarrassed and I just want to sleep. I want to get out of here. I do not want to see any of their faces, anymore. "Is it over?" I asked looking around all these faces. The faces which held so many emotions for me to even begin with.

Why, of all the people, is he your son Bobby? Why . .

That's the thing about life, It never answer "Why's". . Brain.

"Doll, what you said is all true. What Dylan had done is beyond any reprimand or forgiveness. I agree. But could you just hear him out. Please." Bobby pleaded and I looked at the man. He is suppose to be on my side. He was to scold his son.

"You did all this to me, Bobby." I said in such a low voice that I'm sure no one heard me. But, oh boy, was I wrong. I looked up and found if any more possible, Bobby devoid of any color, if that was possible.

"You Did This To Me. You set Him Up with Me. You acted like you were Ill. You made me suffer. You made me suffer that terrible fate. You did all this, Bobby." By the end of my line, I was loud enough that Karen barged in the room and looked at all of us. She looked at me, nose-to-nose with Bobby. "If that night, Nikolai and Alex hadn't saved me, I would had been raped, might be dead as well. If not due to Alesso and Frank, I would be having the same fate again. Look what you made me, Bobby. You changed me into someone I was not. Now, you of all the people would never forget what I'm now." I was fuming with anger. Might as well start spitting out fire.

Bobby almost fell on the chair. He held his head in his hands and never spoke a word again. I looked towards Dylan and it might be lights again but He was paler then Bobby. Fulfilling Bobby's wish, I throw the chair roughly out of my way and moved towards Dylan.

"So, Bobby here just said I should hear you out. Speak." I said, taking a chair and looking at my criminal. The one who changed me, who changed everything. Dylan didn't say a word. All He did was look at me with such longing that I a part of me wanted to get up and hug him, say sweet words to him, but no. I'm not naïve anymore. "I don't know what to say, Mary. I didn't mean to . ." Again I cut him off by laughing like a crazy hyena.

"Man up, Dylan. Carrying guns, scary men, power and money doesn't make you a Man. Nor the family jewel you so graciously show to women given any time or occasion. Like I said earlier; it is everybody's mistake then yours. Right? She threw herself on you, and you being such a gentleman complied with her wishes. These men make you do it, right? You cannot keep your hands to herself because . . .?" I left the sentences hanging upon his head like a sword. Whatever He replies will be, is going to pierce though my heart. No one said a single thing. Karen was eyeing everything nervously, Bobby was looking at Dylan in-curiously, and his men seem to be going through tough time.

"You chose Stella. Of all the female population, you had to choose her. She rubs this fact on my face ever since party and you know what? For the first time, I know she is right. Why anyone would choose me over her? You had fucked her. She is good at that. I? I didn't even have my first kiss yet." I said laughing bitterly. To say the shock was there on everyone's face would be an underestimation. I continued, "She had everything. Beauty, money, confidence, you name it. I'm totally fine with her having all this. At least, am not whore and you're no more a Knight in Shining Armor. I want you to stay the fuck away from me Dylan. I mean it this time. If I so much such as saw you or your minions near me, I won't be held accountable for what I'll do. Consequences and bloodshed will be on your hands and head. Stay the Fuck Away from ME."

With this being said, I left all of them in their own misery, in their guilt. Perhaps that what you deserve after all this trust. Perhaps, one lie is enough to answer all truths.