The Arranged Deal✅ |COMPLETED|

Me against myself...

A short summary of what happened since I updated a long ago.
Eve and Steve returned from that business trip. They had a fight. Eve also had a fight with Phill.

It was a Sunday when both of their mothers had gone for shopping and dads were having a chat time.
He overheard her conversation in which she claimed to love someone.
Intrigued, he tried to follow her after she left.

The other males tagged along. They reached a bleak building and were admitted inside only to find a big space, with armed men scattered all around.

They heard strange noises including Eve's shouting, another two men and a girl. Later, they heard people addressing Eve as boss.

When Eve found out them, she asked the dads to return back and to not tell anyone, anything. She also sent Matt and Phillip to a 'dungeon' and Steve to a torture room.

Last act was when Eve had pulled the trigger and did something....

So here you go....

I was in such an incomprehensible condition when he said that. Women 'begging' him. So he should have married those only. Idiot.

I was literally feeling like to hit my head on the wall. I didn't understand what was wrong with me. Where I found myself thinking about his behaviour back at the trip, the moment I closed my eyes now, I could here him shouting 'not special'.
Really, I failed to understand. The whole night I kept wondering about all the things he said, he did and everything other thing about him.

I sacrificed my sleep. In fact, it didn't come. I kept shuffling, blinking but all I could think was the way he talked to me and different side of him.

The sight of our picture in the newspaper the next day made my anger rise. I just couldn't fathom that he faked care but my mind agreed to agree with the thing in front of me.

His reply left me so utterly down. Never had I felt so low other than this. The force with which he grabbed my arms might not have hurt me but now being honest, his words did. They hurt.

I was fine with us being distant and not talking. He started that 'care' thing and just played with me. What the hell? Alright, you make it a great point in your favour that women are blindly attracted by your looks and money. But trust me, I'm not. I don't give a shit for your money. I pray God to give me enough so that I don't need to look at anyone else. And even if God had given me less, I would have been the same.

His words made my heart clench. You know sometimes when you're into a physical fight, lets just hope that you never be, and the person, your opponent keeps hitting you continuously at the same spot, that hurts a lot. Like it breaks you to know that you're not able to defend besides the physical pain.
That was how it felt. I'd given him a small space in my life and there he stood, hurting me. At least he should have thought about it before speaking.
I hate him. Time and again my life proves it.

I just don't get why my fantastical brain denies to accept it and try not to hate the beast. Enough.
Not.

Then he had to follow me along with all others and now my biggest secret was out there in front of everyone.

I let out my anger. I shot him.