The Professional Lover II (18+) | [Complete]

24 : Reliving It

A/N: The following contains subject matter some may find triggering. This was a tough one for me. If you feel like I speak your language or that you relate to Maggie's past like I do, you may want to sit this one out. I would.

This is yet another reminder that this story is not an instruction manual. Acting from a place of pain is never anyone's best moment. Not all those who wander are lost, but not all those who laugh are happy.

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Remy stares at me with truth behind his tear-filled eyes. Truth.

Me? I'm ...

Zipporah was ...

No, no, no, no, no.

I can't breathe. It feels as if all the air in the room has left and I am choking as I gasp for a breath that will never come.  

"Maggie, I'm sorry," Remy says. His hand lightly grabs my arm to pull me close, but his touch feels like fire against my skin. I tear myself away from his grasp.

"You knew this whole time!" I wail, my voice the volume of a scream but with the tone of a whimper. He looks regretful, his brow twisted with sadness as if this somehow hurt him. "You fucking bastard! How could you not tell me?! How?!"

Remy looks lost for words. "I'm so sorry. I didn't want you to find out like this." He moves to pulls me into his arms, but I slap his hands away.

"No!" I scream. "How could you do this to me?! How could you lie to me for years?!"

"Maggie, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please," he pleads. I turn to leave, feeling dizzy as I make it towards the door. "Maggie, please don't leave."

I turn back to look at him, staring him in the eyes as I scream, "Fuck you! I fucking hate you!"

He looks broken as I leave and stagger to the doors of the elevator.

I press the button a million times before the doors close, giving me only a twinge of solace. I pant as I try to keep up with the speed of my heartbeat. A sickness sits at the base of my stomach, spreading to every inch of my skin. I slide down the wall to sit, curling myself into a ball. What the fuck just happened? How the fuck is this possible?

The doors open and I stand. Stumbling out, I can't seem to catch myself. It is as if the world is moving at its own speed beneath my feet, threating to trip me if I don't keep up. I'm so dizzy, disoriented. I make it outside just as the feeling hits me. The sickness in the pit of my stomach rises in my throat, and I run to a bush just in time.

My body heaves as everything spills from me. My sickness leaves my stomach aching, my skin cold and painful to the touch. 

I don't know what to do. I want to scream, I want to run away, but I don't know how. All I know is I need the pain to stop.