Her Betrayal His Revenge

4

VINNI,

I was burning with anger, I barged out of the canteen like a tornado. That dumbfuck, son of a b***h was grinning at me. Out of the blue he came in front of my eyes, sitting like a giant tiger staring at me. I was in such a happy mood that suddenly seeing him made me drop my tray. I may have overreacted but whatever happened last night got me heated up again. How could he be so smug about everything, like he was proud of embarrassing me. I just wanted to smash his face or throw something at him. However, I decided to walk out from there. Coming out into the hallway I gasped. As I was pondering Erika and Carter came shouting my name.

“Hey, are you okay?” Erika asked

“Yeah, what happened to you there, and why are you crying?” Carter inquired. Well it was my habit, whenever I was over anxious, tears would unknowingly spill out of my eyes. But I was in no mood to talk and anyways I was getting late for my class so I dismissed them.

“It's nothing, I am fine. I was not feeling well so I came out”

“Yes, but the way you came out and dropped your tray it seemed you were shocked to see something” Carter reasoned

“No, everything’s fine, okay? And we’re getting late so let’s get to class, you know how professor Calvin is, right?” I said sternly.

Carter gave in and we all left for our classes.

As I entered the class, prof. Calvin had already arrived. I was irritated already and I didn’t want another issue. She was looking at me as if I had snatched away her meal. I entered the classroom and took my seat.

“May I ask for your late arrival, both of you?” She asked in a strict manner.

“Sorry, professor, it won’t happen again.” Carter apologised. I’d have done it too but I was not my own-self.

“And you Miss Vinni?” She asked me. I didn’t know what to say so I simply apologised too. We proceeded with class, she asked for our assignments. Fortunately. I was ready with my creative work. And it got me some brownie points.

After two more classes I had to leave for work. I went back to my room to change and collect my belongings. But as I entered my room, I had my heart in my mouth.

Black was sitting on my bed, crossed-leg, stretched on the bed. He was reading one of my books. Luckily, I don’t write a personal diary, or else this ill-mannered jerk would shamelessly intrude on my privacy, as if he wasn’t already intruding.

“What the f**k are you doing here?” I barged in the room shouting at him. I stood near the bed. He didn’t say anything and just kept reading the book. I snatched the book from his hands.

“I asked, what are you doing here?” I reiterated.

“It was a boring book anyway, do you always read just absurd stuff?” He mocked me again.

“Get out right now!” I said firmly

He moved a little towards me but didn't get up and spoke,

“Why? Aren’t you able to control yourself? Are you already wet baby girl?” he said, raising his left eyebrow and biting his lower lip a little.

I felt heat rushing to my cheeks. I don't know if it's because of the s****l tension or anger, but I convinced myself that it's the latter. But that was enough, I lost all my patience. I raised my hand to slap him but he caught my hand in between.

He caught me off guard when he abruptly pulled me towards him. I nearly hit his head. From his other hand he held my throat. And I was now sitting on his lap.

“If you care enough to breathe and don’t want me to strangle you into pieces, then never, ever repeat that again” He warned.

And for the very first time instead of lust and mockery I had seen anger in his eyes. To be honest I was terrified looking at that rage in his dark black eyes. I was breathing heavily. I tried to jerk his hand away but his hold was too strong. He then pushed me away on the bed. I fell on my back and he quickly hovered over me with his hands on my either side. What was happening to me, I was terrified but still the curiosity of what’s happening got the best of me, so I didn't push him away this time.

“You hate me, don’t you?” He mockingly asked.

“Hating you would mean that you matter to me, and you mean nothing to me.” I sneered

“For the first time we agree on something” He said, still positioned over me. But I had to ask him why he was here. So I pushed him back and sat up.

“What is your problem? Huh! What do you want from me, why do you keep coming back to torture me?” I asked annoyingly.

“Torture? Really? I haven’t started talking to you and I am already torturing you. Wow you’re such a baby. Listen, if I were torturing you, you would have already attempted suicide by now.” He started laughing.

“Just answer the question or get out.” I was so irritated and also getting late for my first day at work.

“I am not answerable to you and you don’t order me. But I warn you that never ever pull this stunt ever again if you love peace in your life.” he said referring to that moment when I tried slapping him.

By now I too had realised that I shouldn't have tried to slap him. But still I will never apologize to this dumbfuck. Also had he lost his mind? What does he think of himself? I mean it’s one thing to be obsessed with yourself, but how can he threaten people around just like that for something so insignificant.

“You’re responsible for your own doings. Behave properly and stay away from me, and you won’t have to deal with these stunts. Just because you have power and money, doesn’t give you the right to think less of others.” As I got up to leave, he held my hand and pulled me down and came closer to me.

“I ain’t dependent on anything to do what I feel like. Even without the power and money I’d have gotten away with as much s**t as I wished. So, wake up and stop with your moral lectures.” He said frivolously.

“You know what, I don’t care what you do, just leave me alone and stay away from me. I have work to do.” But this time I didn’t get up. Because I had a feeling, he would drag me down again. Instead, I just kept staring at him.

“Go wherever you want but answer my question first.” He demanded as always.

“Excuse me? Even, I am not answerable to you.” I fake a smiled.

“Do you like Carter?” He still asked, but wait a minute, what? I was shocked by such a direct question.

“What? Why would you ask me that? How does it matter to you?” I asked suppressing my laughter

“Just answer the question. Do you like him?” he asked, gritting his teeth, surely annoyed by my attitude. Though I was getting late, I was kind of enjoying annoying him so I continued

“Why do you care and what if I did?” I snidely remarked

“I will have to kill him then.” He said it frivolously.

“What?”

“You know I like having human toys, and right now you seem like an entertaining option. And I don’t allow others to play with my toys. So, you’re off his limits until I get bored.” He winked at me.

“What the hell! I am not your toy and get lost right now or I’ll call the security.” I shouted.

“By all means, be my guest babygirl, oops sorry, girl” He started laughing again. God he was such a pain in the ass. Though he was getting on my nerves, honestly, I was enjoying this love-hate banter. Actually, hate banter.

"You are unbelievable" I scoffed

"I will take that as a compliment, babygirl" he whispered the last part in my ear.

With that being said he traced his index finger on my cheek, my jaw, my neck, going down to my covered chest and stomach. He then moved his hand back and grabbed me by my waist. All this time he kept smiling at me, not breaking eye contact.

As much as I loved his hands on my body, I knew this is not right. This is the same guy who called me desperate, I can't show him that I am weak for his touch. So I pushed his hand away and spoke,

“You know what, stay here. I'm going to leave, locking you in here.” I got up to leave.

“I knew you wanted me all for yourself, that’s why you’re locking me up in your room, right?” he replied.

The audacity of this guy to talk back like that. Just as I was going to reply back my phone buzzed on my study table. I moved to see who was calling. It was my mom, I had to call her. She had called me multiple times after our last talk in the afternoon yesterday but I couldn't pick up and after the scene last night, I didn't get a chance to call her back. It must be something important. Also, I had to know about dad’s health too. But with Black in my room, it was a problem. Still, I picked it up.

“Hi mom, how are you?” I looked at Black hoping he would do nothing to disturb me.

“Hey, sweety. Why haven’t you been picking my calls? Is everything okay? I was so worried. Your dad’s been asking about you all day.” I was trying to focus on what mom was saying but all my attention was on the problem sitting in my room. He was continuously staring at me. And that dark gaze was doing I don’t what sort of things to my body.

“Yeah, mom I know. I’m sorry I’ve been a little busy adjusting here. Well, how’s dad? He’s fine, right?” I said.

I was a little distracted with the lion in my den.

“No, he’s not fine actually. That’s why I called you so many times. He had an attack yesterday and we had to admit him. He’s fine now and will be discharged by the evening but we are running out of money Vinni. I know you’ve just started college and don’t have a job yet. But dear, we need to do something soon. I am sorry dear to worry you like this, but I feel so restless” Just as my mom uttered about my dad’s condition all my focus was shifted from Black to my mom.

“What? Is he okay? How did it happen? Was he stressed about something or was he not taking his medication properly? Is he not eating well? Mom, can I talk to him please” I was on the verge of tears. My dad’s condition had been critical. And it had become difficult for us to financially take care of him. Emotionally me and my mom were drained out. I love my dad a lot. And it pains me to see him like that and terrifies me to think about losing him.

“Sweety calm down. He’s okay and he was asking about you. But right now, he is sleeping and he needs rest so I can’t wake him up. But I will call you in the evening when we reach home. And don’t worry, the doctor said it was because he may have had extra physical activity. And that he will be fine once his body rests a bit. I have settled the bill for now, but for further expenses I will have to talk about it to college. I hope I get some help.” She said calmly. I wonder what she must be going through especially when I am here. Talking with mom I hadn’t seen what was Black doing and didn’t want to either. I turned around and walked out of the room as I didn’t want him to hear about the tension in my family, although he may not understand most of it as me and my family talk in Hinglish but still I didn't want him to know any part of my life.

“Mom don’t worry I have got a job here and soon I’ll be getting an internship so we will be okay. Please just manage for a little while, I promise I’ll take care of things ahead. And please ask dad to call me as soon as he wakes up. And mom you too take and eat properly please. For now, I have to go, I’m getting late for work. Bye mom. Love you.” I hung up and rushed into my room. Amidst all this mess I had totally forgotten about my first day at work. As I went back to my room, Black was gone. I sighed a breath of relief. God he talks rubbish and I seriously need to stay away from that asshole.

As much as I was relieved with him gone, I was also missing his presence. He was incessantly humiliating me but after a very long time I didn’t feel alone. I was coming to like this game, and his attention, and the way he made me feel. Actually, no guy has ever been so close to me, physically. Being in a convent school, the most skinship I had with any guy must be our fingers brushing while taking something from their hand or our side of the bodies brushing while passing by, but this, this intimacy was new to me. Maybe that's why I was enjoying this game so much, I guess.