Always Is Not Forever (Breaking Myself - Part II)

2. K I A R A ' S P O V

The world smashed up in tiny little shards of my reality.

Or exactly, I would place the sentence on the current situation with darkness cloaking each inch of the room. With tired and hazy eyes, I tried to make sense of the world settled around me, and then I screamed.

Scratched my vocal cords to the ground, blaming the man I had married in the past.

"Abeer!" I shouted, tried to break the rope cutting on my skin, scrambled my legs but nothing worked.

He fucking tied me to the bed.

"Get me out or else I will kill you. And I fuck-"

"Mean it," His voice filled the unfinished threat as if it would make everything better but I stared at the man and the light that flourished with him in the small room. "I know you can kill me but I am not scared."

"Untie me," I seethed, my hands trying to break the ropes. "I am not into that kinky stuff anymore."

He raised his eyebrows in the air. "That's surprising." With lethal steps, he approached my side and untied the ropes tying me on the bed. "I am sorry what I did. I never knew my men would tie you." As soon as my hand was untied, he brought his face closer to my lips. "I am sorry for acting on my reflex. I shouldn't have kidnapped you."

But I said nothing and waited for him to untie the rest of the ropes he tied on my body to hold me next to him.

He made a sound at the back of his throat, directed his fingers to my other hand. As I was about to shout at him, my eyes glided to the back of the bed.

And I gasped loudly.

It was us on our marriage day.

I was wearing a white summer dress and was in his usual jeans and shirt. My hands were cupping his neck and I was laughing. He was grinning. My ring was apparent in the picture. It was a sudden decision we had in Las Vegas to fly out and get married.

We were happy.

Too happy.

"It's your room."

"Yes," He declared. "Your house is two houses away. You can go anytime you want. I just want you to listen to me." But I wasn't interested in listening to you. "Tell me you don't love me." I didn't answer. "The sooner you open your mouth, the sooner you get to leave." As if that was relaxing.

"You are just confirming how right I was to divorce you."

"Sending papers through your brother was shitty."

"Abandoning your wife for a month was an asshole move." The satisfaction that ran in my veins of his flinch had been everything I was waiting. "Can I leave now? I have my family."

"And I will let you go. I just need you to talk to me."

"I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to look at your face. Let me go."

"Fine but you are not leaving. The walls are soundproof," Barking his orders, he left the room and slammed the door at his back.

And I screamed and screamed until my voice turned to scrap and no living human trespassed the abandoned room anymore.

If this was his love, I didn't want it. I didn't want the love that took away my choices from me. I didn't want the love which had ruined me to tiny little pieces of my own damnation. I didn't want the love which connected Abeer and me together.

And as the minutes passed, my thoughts were resolute to never listen to him after what he had done to us in the past.

"My brother found out about us." The mug in his hand slipped down to the floor, his eyes widened in surprise as I tried to avoid the junk of bottles rolled on the other side. "Your friends bluffed."