This story is the sequel of my work Beauty and her Beast. Read it first before reading this part!!
Mary has left Nikolai and Alex in the hospital. Nobody knows about her whereabouts. She is as invisible as air around them.
So close yet so far . .
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The blazing light of sun was shining inside the room. The momentraliy blindness has is now subduing on me. The massive headache, followed by the excruciating pain in knuckles is the indication that yes; I had fought yesterday.
But what really is unsettling with me is I cannot remember much. Especially I cannot remember the end of match.
Did I win?
I was not quite aware with my own surroundings. I had left that worry quite long ago. I can take very good care of myself. Another thing is; I do not fuck. Yes. I don't do parties so I don't have to worry about waking everyday up in a different guy's place.
So, this place is definitely Dave's. If that is correct; when where the hell is Dave?
As on que, Dave entered and I was shocked to see his appearances.
Disheveled hair? Check.
Bags under the eyes? Check.
Messed up hairs? Check.
Torn clothes? Why are his clothes torn? What exactly happened? Did I do this all to him?
I was in my own World of thoughts when a hand caressed my cheek and I looked into deep blue eyes.
Dave.
"What happened?" I asked still shocked.
"You happened." He said still caressing my cheek.
"Di-did I do this to you?" I was now paralyzed with shock.
"Yes and No." He said till caressing my cheek.
"Please Dave. Tell me what had I done?" I grasped his hand in my own and squeezed it.
Dave sighed and look outside the big window which was over-looking the forest. Dave's house is beautiful. It is situated somewhere in the middle of forest. Not too far from the city yet far away.
"What do you remember from yesterday's fight?" Dave asked still not looking at me yet caressing my hand with the back of his thumb.
"I remembered breaking his arms when he said . ." I closed my eyes and calm myself. I simply do want to break down anything in Dave's house.
"What did he said Mary?" Dave now looked at me and I took my hand back.
No. I simply refuse to repeat his sentences. I'll break thins. I've to control my anger. I've to be human again.
"Nothing. Did I win the match?" I asked a little hopeful for a positive answer.
"Yes." Was the only answer Dave gave me? I looked at him expectantly to praise me but the tensed shoulders and no further elaboration made me realize one thing:
