Chapter 8
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“I’ll be going out.”
It’s been two weeks ever since Myles decided to wreck my life. And for the past weeks, he’s been nothing but a walking red flag.
Myles may be drop dead gorgeous and can make any woman fall on their knees, but I am different. If I didn’t know him personally, I might develop an infatuation with him. But my case is contrary. I don’t know if Myles has any haters out there, but if he does, I am one of them.
I want to make him pay for playing with me like that. Every night I have to hide myself in my blanket just to cry silently while he’s sleeping soundly next to me. I have to pretend that I am enjoying myself every time he’s having s*x with me. It’s draining me a lot lately and this is not what I had planned after cutting everyone off from my past.
“Go on.” I mumbled, almost out of voice, when I turned around and turned in the other direction.
I could feel his stares from behind penetrating right through my soul. I don;’t know if Myles is insensitive or what but I have a hunch that he has an idea I am being distant. Who wouldn’t be? He’s screwing me here, using me, and placing a card against me while he’s dating other women.
Yes, women.
He’s a sick and awful man. He’s kind is what I should be avoiding.
“What are you thinking?”
His growling and low voice made my insides tingle when I felt his presence getting closer. I glanced from the corners of my eyes and saw Myles was leaning while both of his hands were inside his pockets. His alarming eyes are saying something.
“You think I didn’t notice you were avoiding me?”
I squinched when Myles placed his hand above my shoulder blades, caressing them softly and passionately. My throat went dry and my eyes widened because of the sudden contact after not having s*x yesterday. I bit my tongue, scooping it away, but Myles pinned me on my spot, placing some strands of my hair behind my ear.
“What’s making you act like that, huh?”
I shook my head, determined not to say anything. But Myles was consistent. He spun me around while I was sitting until I was face to face with him. Since he’s standing, he has to lower his head to level it with my face. I silently gulp the lump that is forming in my throat when Myle smirks.
“Are you jealous because I am dating other women?”
That made me stop breathing there for a second.
“Excuse me?” I make sure I heard him the first time or did I just misheard him?
He slowly placed his hand on the chair to my right, tilting his head to the right while staring right through my spirit. He’s too close and I could feel his breath fondling against my sensitive flesh. I tried to move away, finding a spot to breathe, when Myles grabbed me with force on the elbow.
“You can’t run away from me, Melanie. You have to answer my question,” he whispered with his low and deep voice.
“I am not going to run away, Myles.” I mastered up the courage to look at him straight in the eyes because he’s being assertive again.
If he wants an answer, then so be it.
“No. I am not jealous of those women you are dating. I don’t even care if you’re married or have children. You know what makes me sick? It is the fact that you are making my life miserable while having girlfriends at the same time. I don’t know what your purpose is and why you are doing this, but one thing for sure is that…”
I slapped his hand away, then stood up. I know it’s useless to try to level myself with him since he’s much taller and more intimidating, but I don’t want to hide again with my tail between my legs. I know I have run away from what I did before, and I know I deserve this karma I am getting.
But this is too much.
“I despise your kind, Myles. I can’t imagine myself falling for someone like you.”
“You’re disgusting.”
I shook my head in a disgusting way while looking at him from head to toe.
“Hmm…”
He nodded in response, taking a step back. I paused while watching his expression. I actually couldn’t read what he was thinking. He placed both of his hands in his pockets before taking a step back, clenching his jaw. When I looked at his eyes, they were cold and deadly.
“Take care.”
He said before turning around and leaving me alone in my room. He shut the door close, and, when finally, everything was empty, so like my heart.
I blink, processing what just happened. It felt like it happened so fast that my mind couldn’t function properly. I tried to rewind what I said but the voices in my head were blocking it. I placed my hand on my head then massaged them.
Did I go too far? But he started it. He’s been a control freak. I have been obedient and did some things that I didn’t realize I had the potential to do. I lower my pride and even bruise my womanhood just for the sake of my secret not to get exposed to the world.
I was pulling my hair when I snapped back to reality. Something dropped on my lap and I realized it was my tear. Turns out, I have been crying since he left the house.
I tried to compose myself before getting out of my room. Silence greeted me. This is what I want. A silent and peaceful home. But for some reason, my chest is heavy and everything feels so empty. My mind is wandering elsewhere, and we’re not talking about a place here.
I know for myself who I am thinking.
I sighed and just made myself busy. After hours of just doing my hobbies, I completely forgot about my beef with Myles. I glanced at the wall clock and noticed it was already night. I took a break from sewing and stared at the ceiling.
Time to time, I look at the door, as if I am waiting for someone to come home. I shrugged my shoulders, shaking him out of my mind. Why am I thinking about him? He’s not even welcome here. He’s just making himself feel home here ever since he stepped inside this house.
I stood up and decided to make my own dinner. I arranged my things before heading to my kitchen.
While chopping some onions, I absentmindedly glanced again at the wall clock. It’s already ten in the evening. Usually, he would come back before nine or nine in the evening. He’s out of the blue late for now.
I mentally slap myself. Why am I thinking about him again?! As if I care. This should be my time to celebrate because there’s no Myles to interrupt or annoy me for the night.
I took a quick shower after eating my dinner and doing the dishes. When I am finally lying down, something is missing. I tried groping a thing beside me when I couldn’t feel anything. I turned around and…
“Oh.”
Why do I keep on forgetting that he’s not here? Where is he actually? Should I just let my door unlock in case he comes back? I slapped myself slightly. I should stop worrying about him and just rest my mind.
Tomorrow came and he didn’t come back.
“Maybe, I should call hi-” I stopped myself when I recognized that I didn’t have a phone. I only own a telephone for other purposes.
It’s getting troublesome. Why am I bothered by the fact he hasn’t come back? I should be enjoying it. I should be relieved! But I know I am just fooling myself because a week has already past and he’s still not here.
Maybe he finally realizes that what he is doing to me is wrong. Thus, finally freeing me from his restraint.
I stop pacing and drop on the couch. I should be happy about this, right? Because, finally, Myles let go of me. I can now do whatever I want. For the next hour I kept on convincing myself that this was finally the moment I had been waiting for.
I closed my eyes, and was about to lie down when the door slammed open. I yelled in surprise and looked at the entrance. An unexpected guest arrived.
“Myles?”
I stood up when he leaned against the door. I couldn’t see him clearly since it’s already night and I hadn’t turned on the lights yet. I rushed to his side when I noticed he was holding his left arm while grunting something.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, turning on the light. When I turned around to look back at him, I gasped in surprise to see his condition.
“W-what happened to you?” I was panicking as I watched his blood drip on the floor. His knuckles are covered with bruises and scars.
“Oh my…” I covered my mouth while staring at his situation. Did he get out in a fight? Why is his fist covered with blood?!
Myles inhaled, then caressed his fist that was swollen as if it was nothing. He stood up straight then leaned down on me. I thought he was going to do something else but I was wrong.
He gently placed a kiss on my forehead. His lips are soft and tender when he speaks.
“Sorry for leaving you alone here. I am now back.”
And just like that, he went straight upstairs, probably going to my room. While I, on the other hand, was left stunned.
W-what just happened?
- Writer
