BETROTHED HEARTS

CHAPTER4

I jolted out of my sleep, my breathing considerably heavy and my eyes puffy. Had I cried myself to sleep last night? Apparently I had. I tried to stay awake last night, as I wasn't properly accustomed to my surroundings. The less I slept, the fewer the nightmares.

I wondered if Sebastian heard me screaming, if it had any effect on him. After the doctor came to see me, Sebastian and I hadn't seen each other. I was glad that I was living in a huge house, two people or even more could live together and not be compelled to see each other.

He lived on the first floor and my room was just right above him. It was very convenient for the both of us since Sebastian could come and go as he pleased and I could enjoy the solitude.

The only people I ever met were his members of staff, women who would come and clean and the butler who'd come to serve me food.

I hated being waited upon but something in me never allowed me to leave the confines of my room. The house wasn't mine to explore, I had to keep reminding myself that I didn't belong here.

I pulled my robe around my form, seeing as I was shivering in my silk nightgown. My things had been sent from my parents house, and I'd had quite the breakdown the day they arrived. It was just a reminder of the fact that my family wanted nothing to do with me, no matter how many times they denied it.

My clothes, my shoes, my books, my jewellery, they all came to me in neatly packed boxes.

I laughed bitterly to myself as I remembered the fact that they hadn't sent a single thing which could possibly remind me of my old life. My mother must have thought it was better that way, to not have any reminder of my past.

If only she knew my new life was already unbearable, she'd have taken pity on me and sent me the things that reminded me of the good times I had.

I walked up to the balcony that was attached to my room, and took in the morning fresh air. It was around seven in the morning and this was usually the time I'd be getting up.

Mist drowned everything in sight, and made my surroundings look cold and dreadful, almost lifeless. Everyday I woke up, hoping that the place would miraculously change and I'd finally accept it as my home, but it didn't.

The Bach mansion stood, looking formidable and grim as ever. It was loyal to its owner after all.

The sound of tires screeching made me jolt and as I looked down, I saw Sebastian’s Maybach racing through the gates. Wait, had he been out all night? I gazed at the cream coloured vehicle, waiting for its owner to emerge, so imagine my surprise when the first person to come out of the car was wearing high heels.

My heart stopped. The person who came out from the car was a beautiful blonde woman. Sebastian came out from the car and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressed his lips to hers.

There was a slight clumsiness to his walk, a tell-tale sign of him being drunk. I gulped as the two continued, their intense make out session in the foyer.

I waited for the pain to come but it didn't, I felt nothing. He could do whatever he wanted, I didn't care. I quickly averted my eyes from the both of them and headed off to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

Two hours later, I had already showered and was lounging around in my room when I heard the sound of something shattering from outside. The maids wouldn't come till nine so there was only one person or rather two that could be here and I started panicking, realising that I didn't want to see either of them.

The sounds continued to come, loud sounds of things being thrown on the ground, of objects being violently

broken and that's when I realised that it was enough.

With a determined look on my face I left the safety of my room,only to find the living room in complete and utter hazardous condition.

Everything had been turned inside out and everything which could potentially be destroyed had been reduced to pieces. Lamps were broken, vases shattered, paintings strewn across the floor and cushions ripped open.

In the middle of it all stood Sebastian, looking absolutely murderous and when his eyes found me, his rage, if it was possible,increased tenfold. To be completely honest, I was terrified. He looked so angry, so furious that it automatically sent a chill down my spine. All the confidence that I had seemed to have gathered, vanished into thin air.

I began to walk away from him, retreating carefully so as to not attract attention but I wasn't careful enough. Sebastian caught up to me before I could make it back to my room,grabbing my arm and pushing me against the wall.

I felt sickened as I smelled the alcohol in his breath, his grey eyes boring into mine. I cowered against his touch, his grip on my arm never losing its firmness.

"Sebastian" I whispered, hoping he'd catch the pleading in my voice.

"Shut up! Shut the hell up," he yelled at me and I instinctively closed my eyes, terrified of what was going to come now. Would he hit me? Did he hate me so much?

"I never wanted to marry you yet here we are" he growled, running his free hand through his hair.I looked at him questioningly, tears stinging my eyes as I fought to hold it all together. I'd been dreading this moment, waiting for him to break and blame me for ruining his life.

I wanted to tell him that this was as hard for me as it was for him but I doubt he cared. The alcohol in his system had taken away his rationality and there was nothing I could do to make him act reasonably.

"I couldn't be with that girl I brought home! I couldn't touch her without the guilt eating at me. You did this to me,"he spat and I was left speechless.

He pushed himself off of me and struggled to walk straight; he was about to fall when I quickly ran and caught him, his weight crushing me.

He muttered a few more incoherent things, things I knew were most likely direct insults at me. I tried my best to support his weight and struggled to get him to my room, which was closest to where we were.

I managed to get him on the bed, laying him down more roughly than I intended. I took his shoes off and placed a blanket on him. I stared at the sleeping form of my husband and hard as I tried I couldn't find it in myself to be angry at him.