I was laying like a lifeless doll on the ground. I felt too shattered to do anything. My eyes are closed; they dried, not being able to produce any more tears. I felt completely broken. He can never change. His cruelty knows no bounds. How happy I was. Soon, it will be our anniversary and here I am lying on the ground, void of everything. The day I entered hell. That day, I made the biggest mistake of my life...
My breath hitched as I didn't dare to move or open my eyes. The creaking sound of the door being opened startles me. I stiffed when I heard steps coming toward me. The presence is enough for me to know that it's Desmond. I can easily recognize the smell of his cologne. His scent filled my whole being with terror. I stopped breathing when I sense him moving close to me. I shivered at the zipping sound of my dress being closed. I felt suffocated from the lack of oxygen but, still, I don't flinch or did anything that alarms him that I am still awake.
Despite the fact, I am filled with fear, I remained still when I felt arms being wrapped around me as he lifted me and laid me on the bed.
I curled my toes to calm my anxious self. I felt him searching for something.
After a few seconds, I felt him pulling down my dress again. I froze in fright. What is he planning now? I felt a strange fluid being traced on my scars. He is applying an ointment. I sealed my mouth shut and breathing from the nose is difficult. It's so difficult to breathe. I took short but rapid breaths. I shudder by his every touch.
You can heal the scar on my back but not the scar on my heart...
I am too broken to feel the warmth of this affection. Right now, this touch is making me defile. I want him away from me as much as possible. My vulnerable form remained motionless as he applied the ointment. After applying, he pulled up the zipper.
I was so scared that my rapid breaths might not have made him aware that I am wide awake.
My tired eyes can't be opened. He then removed a strand of my hair from my face. I bit my cheeks as I felt his breath on my face. His breath is scaring me to no extent. I want him to get away from me as much as possible. His lips brush against my cheeks. He kissed them with such tenderness, I never felt before.
"Happy Anniversary, Love. This completes our 450th kiss..." My heart froze. I can't believe what my ears are hearing. 450th!? To me, it's 27th. Is it a lie as well? And, he called me love! Please, someone, get him away. He is terrifying me.
"I am sorry. I broke my promise.. I am so sorry that you have a pathetic guy like me in your life. Me, who is so weak that I couldn't even protect you..." His voice was filled with hurt. His voice was so desperate as if he was on the verge of crying. "So vulnerable that I hurt you... let him manipulate me and do this to you. I am the worst for doing this to you. I was powerless before him..."
What is the point of showing love behind my back, which rarely will have any effect on me...
I heard him sniff. He is trying not to cry. A tear pricked in the corner of my eye but I didn't let it fall. Then the truck of realization hit me that,
It's that same sweet toxic voice I love. My body stiff as I denied that truth from the bottom of my heart. I don't want to believe it. This can't be happening. That voice was filled with love unlike his. I will never accept the fact that the voice I want to run away with is his. He can never love anyone.
"I am sorry. I am so sorry, love. For breaking my promise. For ruining the day you are eagerly waiting for.." He continued. I clutched the duvet tightly. He was sitting on the ground. I know that and my back is facing him.
"You know..I tried my best to make it 500. But, you were always alarmed. I only get my chance to kiss you or talk to you in your sleep..." He continued talking to me. Stop it!
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RomanceHe always shows his dominance and she always obeys him. And the terror he evoked within her can never be erased. The feeling of fright resides deep within her fragile and fatuous soul. He shattered her into millions pieces with his cruel demeanor. ...