Fated to be together or not [COMPLETED]

cat o'nine tails

I went inside her room. It was dark as always and she was sitting on her couch. As if she doesn't care about what was going to happen to me. My heart was already aching.

"You came early today. Don't you know you are not allowed to enter before 10."

"I know, but Nicolle was."

"I know what happened to Nicolle Alex, don't try to explain. I just want to know why you came early and do you regret it?"

"I am sorry. It wont happen again." I said with my head hung low.

"You said the same thing last time."

"I am sorry. I thought"

"Have I ever asked you to apply your brain?"

"No"

"You know Alex why I allowed your wedding to Nicolle?"

"Yes, I know."

"And why?"

"She thinks I raped her, and she wants to take revenge. That's why she used peppers in my salad."

"And?"

"And you wanted me to marry her so that she can hurt me."

"Yes, and that's why I asked you to meet her parents and ask for her hand. Not because I thought that you might have raped her. I know you didn't. You can never rape a girl. This much I can bet on."

"Thanks for your trust." I was happy at least she believes me.

"Then why are you taking care of her. Do you want her to fall for you?"

"No, I am doing this because the child is not at fault. And I don't want anything to happen to her child."

"What you want is none of my concern. I want you to fight with her, and insult her tomorrow. In front of everyone. And if you do this, I will let go of the fact that you are not obeying me."

"But she is already stressed. If I shout at her" I couldn't even complete my sentence.

"I don't care. I want to see it tomorrow before dinner. Is that clear?"

"Yes. Does that mean I can come early tomorrow?" I was hoping she would say yes. If she wants a fight before dinner, I need to be at home. If she allows, I will fight with Nicolle and then bring a gift for her. I don't want to stress her. May be I can take her out for dinner.

"Yes you can." I was happy, but it died next moment. "But after the fight, leave immediately and return after 10. It should look like you are angry."

Damn it. But I had no option. I will call Nicolle.

"Ok. Now, you hugged Shelly and laughed with her?"

I hoped she will ignore this part. But she didn't. "Yes, she was standing at my bedroom door, so I had to talk to her."

"You could have shouted the way I have asked you to. Like you always do."

"Yes, I wanted to. But then she hugged me, and I couldn't stop myself. She is my lil sister and I am highly attached to her. You know it. She used to sit on my study table and Neil he was always busy in taking my pens and make drums out of my books." I chuckled remembering them. They were the most naughty kids. Neil is 7 years younger than me and Shelly is 10. I was running down in my memory lane when she broke a vase.,

"Shut Up. She is not your sister."

"Sorry." By this time, tears were already forming in my eyes. I wish I could shout at her that Shelly is my sister and Neil is my brother.

"You need to be punished because you forgot."

I laughed in my heart. You can cut my tongue, but I will never stop calling them my brother and sister. You can rip my heart out, but my heartbeat will always call out their names. Even if you kill me, my soul will scream they they are my blood. And I know for a fact that you are just waiting for me to turn 35. Then you will ask me to sign and then kill me. I wish I can live freely with them for a day before I accept my destiny.

"You know what to do."

"Yes."

I inhaled a deep breath and stepped towards her closet, where Mike was already waiting for me. I opened my shirt and he tied my hands to the sides of closet.

"How many?" Mike asked with a cold tone. I know he was not showing any emotion, but the way he helps me, I can see helplessness in his eyes. He is pretty old, but strong at the same time. He helps me to reach my bedroom when I am unable to walk, which is most of the times.

"25. He hugged her, laughed with her and came home early."

I closed my eyes because every time this happens, emotional pain overshadows physical pain. But that doesn't means I can ignore physical pain. My wounds were not healed. Left shoulder was still open. I was not ready but I had no option. I really hope he doesn't touch my left arm.

And a loud whip brought me back to reality. Yes. A whip. And God it hurts so bad. My wound was not even healed properly and the whip opened it up once again, causing it to bleed.

My back was bleeding and so was chest. Every whip was causing a deep stripe cut which will require bandage. Well the whip was special. cat o'nine tails. Although the room walls were sound proof, I was not allowed to scream, or yell or grunt. Basically no sound even though I was not gagged. On moments like this I wished Mike would gag me.

It was 21st or 23rd whip when I lost control and screamed badly. And what was worse were the words that came out of my mouth with the scream.

"Please Mom, stop it. It hurts. Please" And the moment I said those words, she came dashing towards me and slapped me.

"I AM NOT YOUR MOM. I AM MRS.COLTON TO YOU. Don't you dare say me Mom next time. Mike, 30 more."

I laughed at myself and braced myself for 30 more.

By the time he was done, I was almost unconscious. But awake enough to hear her say.

"Clean up his blood and ask him to leave the room. I don't want any blood stains on my carpet." She cares more about her carpet then my wounds. I was feeling my heart was like butter and her words were a hot knife piercing deep.

Mike helped me to stand up and put on my shirt. It was already 12, so nobody was awake. He then left me outside my room and I fell hard near the door. With all the blood seeping through my wounds, I was sure I needed Alan. But I was in no position to enter my room. So I called him, well I thought I called him.