My hips swayed elegantly while my high heels clonked on the marble floor as people got out of my way. Even though I had a mask on they still knew it was me, I liked the way they feared me, a smirk found a way on my face even if I needed to show no emotions.
Everyone was silent, they watched carefully, waiting for me to explode, but I didn't want to give them that pleasure. I decided to be a lady, which surprised a lot of people because for the first time in my life I wasn't going to let anger control me.
I was going to control the anger.
He was sitting on velvet violet sofa, surrounded with women that had more makeup than clothes. Yes, they were just his type, nice body but plain, a masked face that was fitted perfectly with the fact that they didn't have any brain.
When he saw me, I saw panic in his eyes, that he quickly masked under his fearless mask. I caught him, and now I was going to be free. Masquerade is over, no more lies, no more hits, no more pretending.
I stopped right in front of him, I smiled sweetly and his eyes softened. It was a smile that I saved specially for him, he loved to see me smile.
"I like you better with a smile on that gorgeous face."
His words echoed in my head and they slowly broke my mask. I heard his sweet nothings in my ears, my face slowly fell as I remembered the slaps while he was drunk and angry. And in second, everything was over, ruined.
I blinked a few times, getting rid of the memories, and I took a crown from his head. I let a cold laughter escape my mouth while I saw the diamonds that were shining on the dimmed lights.
He crowned himself as a king.
But he was nothing more than a dirt under nails. I threw a crown on the floor and I crushed it with my So Full Kate Louboutin heel. Diamonds flew all over the room as he clenched his hands, he hated drama and he knew what satisfaction he would give me if he didn't remain calm.
I took a knife from underneath my dress, as I leaned forward. I pressed my knife against his neck and I heard gasps follow my cold laugh. I dragged my knife down his body, pressing it hard enough for him to feel that I am serious but not enough hard to actually hurt him.
I stopped between his legs and I could see the obvious fear threatening to break his mask.
"I don't want to see you ever again."
He didn't even try to fight me, because he knew I was serious and capable of doing some serious damage. He had seen me go crazy before, but as I said, tonight I was a lady.
I stabbed him in his right leg, it wasn't too deep because I am not that strong, physically or emotionally, but just enough to make my point more serious. A quiet whine escaped his lips, but his main concern wasn't the fact that he was bleeding. He wanted to make sure nobody saw him as in the moment of weakness.
"If you want people to fear you, don't show emotions. Especially not pain."
I leaned in and kissed his cheek, "Next time I won't miss." I whispered sweetly and turned to see people terrified, I wore a smile that showed people I am crazy and that they should be afraid of me.
But when I got out of the room, a frown replaced that cold smile, while my eyes started to water. I blinked rapidly few times, I am not going to let myself cry over him, or anyone for that matter, I am stronger than that.
The feeling of freedom didn't bring so much joy to me as I thought. I knew I needed time to heal my broken heart. I loved him, even if I knew it was one-sided most of the time. But I was afraid that maybe I am meant to stay broken, for good. I sighed, how could I been so stupid, I took my time wandering the empty streets.
It was time to return home, I was done with him.
Finally.
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