Letting Silence Scream
1403 Words
“Hello? Is anyone in this house?”
Uriel walked into Holand’s house, her voice echoing through the silence.
“Holly? God, why is everywhere so dark?”
She asked, switching on every light she could find. Then she smiled, resting her hands on her waist.
“That’s better!”
She exclaimed.
“Now, where is she?”
She thought out loud as she headed toward the stairs.
She reached Holly’s room and frowned at the darkness before stepping inside.
She turned, feeling along the wall with her hand for the light switch.
“Finally, I found it!”
She exclaimed excitedly and flicked it on — only for Holly to grunt in response, pulling the duvet over her head.
Uriel frowned, a knowing look crossing her face. She sighed and sat down, reaching out to touch the duvet as she dropped her side purse onto the bed.
“Come on, Holly, not this again? If this is about him, I’ve told you he’s never worth your tears. Why do you keep doing this to yourself?”
She asked, but Holly remained silent, sniffling quietly in shame.
Then Uriel nodded, slipping her sandals off before crawling into bed beside her.
“Alright then, I’ll be here when you’re ready,”
She said, lying down and waiting for Holly to speak. Instead, Holly turned to the side.
“Not now, Uriel, please,”
She said softly, and Uriel frowned. She shook her head in disappointment.
“You make me sad, you know. Really sad, for that matter. Do you even realize who you are? Do you? And yet you let him treat you like this? It’s not fair, Holly. It’s not fair at all,”
Uriel said, her voice cracking as she spoke. Slowly, tears slid down her cheeks as she quickly wiped them away.
That was when Holly finally turned. She grabbed Uriel’s hand, sniffing.
“I’m sorry for always making you feel this way, but please, not today. Okay?”
She asked, and Uriel nodded in understanding. She chuckled, wiping her own tear away.
“You always talk, so today I know it must be the worst one yet.
But don’t worry — I’m waiting for you to be ready. Just don’t make me wait too long,”
She said, and Holly nodded as she moved closer into Uriel’s arms.
As Uriel cuddled her and gently stroked her hair, Holly sobbed — she sobbed bitterly, knowing Uriel was the only person she felt safe with.
Meanwhile, that same evening, while Holly cried her eyes out waiting for Drake to come home, he was out with his mistress, or rather, his first love Valerie — buying ice cream and taking photos together like he hadn’t nearly destroyed someone’s life that day.
As they ate their ice cream in the car, Valerie felt the need to ask him a few questions that had been on her mind.
“Please don’t get angry at these questions,”
She said, turning toward him with wide, playful eyes as he chuckled, meeting her gaze.
“Did you ever love her?”
She asked, and a knowing look crossed his face. He nodded gently.
“You know what? I actually did. But I don’t think I loved her for who she was — maybe for what she could offer me.”
“And me? I even got married, breaking your heart, but you still took me back. Is there a reason for that?”
She cut in, and a small grin spread across his face. He gently cupped her face with his hand as she leaned into his touch.
“You are the definition of ‘we never get over our first love.’
I don’t know what it is, but I just know it’s you,”
He said, and a wide smile spread across her face as she closed her eyes, savoring the moment.
“I love you… very much,”
She said, and he chuckled, slowly pulling his hand back and resting it on the steering wheel.
“It’s already late. Let’s head home, shall we?”
He said, and she slid the passenger seat back, leaning into it with her arms folded over her stomach and a broad smile on her face.
“Here we go!’
He exclaimed, stepping on the accelerator.
Meanwhile, back at home, Holly paced the living room, glancing outside every time she heard a car drive past, still waiting for him to return.
She had tried calling him several times, but he hadn’t answered — it was clear he was frustrated by her sudden attitude.
Then she heard Uriel calling for her and chuckled. “What? I’m downstairs!”
She responded, still waiting, though his phone remained off.
Uriel frowned as she walked downstairs.
“Are you really still waiting for him? My love, he’s not coming home today.”
“And how do you know that? I need to talk to him, and he knows it. He can’t just leave me in this house without coming home to settle things,” Holly said.
As Uriel began to speak, a loud yawn escaped her lips. She sat down, sniffed, and pulled her phone from her pocket.
She scrolled to Drake’s contact, tapped call, and put it on loudspeaker.
The moment Holand heard the ringing, she ran back and sat beside Uriel, who kept yawning, her eyes growing heavy with sleep.
Then he picked up — but the second Holly heard a woman’s voice in the background, she froze, collapsing onto the couch as her heart shattered even more.
“Hello? Uriel?”
He called out twice before she ended the call, neither of them saying a word.
“Are you satisfied now? You heard what you wanted to hear, right?”
Uriel asked, her tone lacking empathy because she was tired of trying to convince her best friend that she was married to an asshole.
As Holly leaned back into the couch, completely drained, Uriel yawned once more and stood up.
“Since you’re not going to bed now, I am. It’s way too late for us to be awake for someone like him. Call me if you need anything, but if you don’t — goodnight!”
She said and headed upstairs without looking back.
Holand felt her entire life flash before her as she sat there quietly.
After about an hour of tears and worry, she finally fell into a deep sleep.
Morning crept in like a thief, and before she realized it, Uriel was shaking her awake.
“I have an early meeting. I’ll call you as soon as I’m done, okay?”
She said, and Holly nodded as Uriel bent down and they hugged before heading for the door.
Just as Uriel was about to open it, the door knob creaked and turned slowly.
Both of them froze, watching as Drake walked into the house like nothing had happened.
As he stepped inside, Uriel chuckled in disbelief, shooting Holly a knowing glance, but Holly’s eyes remained locked on him, taking in his shameless entrance.
Uriel turned and, on her way out, pushed him aside before walking out the door.
Instead of saying anything, Drake acted as though no one was sitting in the living room.
But the moment he placed his foot on the first stair, Holly cleared her throat, causing him to pause in his tracks.
“Why?”
She asked, her gaze fixed on the floor, avoiding any eye contact.
But he ignored her and kept climbing the stairs like a king. Holly walked over to the drawer, pulled out the gun they kept in the house, and walked toward him, pointing it straight at him.
“I asked you a question, and you will answer!”
She ordered, fuming as he turned around confidently — only to be caught off guard, trembling the second he saw the gun, his hands shooting up in the air.
“Please… please, Holly, drop the gun.
Please,” he pleaded, hands still raised, but instead she adjusted the trigger, making him flinch even more.
“Come down! Now!”
She screamed, and he obeyed. The moment he reached the floor, she gestured with the gun for him to kneel, and he did, his eyes begging for mercy, his hands covering his face.
But her eyes remained cold…
“Start talking before I blow your brains out!”
She ordered.
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