Fated to be together or not [COMPLETED]

My past

Alex:

I am busy with my meeting but there are other things running through my mind. The moment this meeting is over, Nicolle will shower her questions about the scars she saw and I don't know what to do. I can’t escape this now. 

I guess I brought this upon myself the moment I accepted I love her. I was not allowed to love anyone. Sooner or later, depending on our relationship, I had to tell her, but I never expected this so soon. Not when I was not prepared.

I was lost in my meeting when a paper ball met my face. Seriously paper ball. I looked at Nicolle.

There she was, sitting on the bed like a 5 year old kid. She had another paper ball ready in her hand and was about to throw it as well. I narrowed my eyes.

“What, look at your mobile.” Look at my mobile, why?

I have a habit of keeping my mobile silent during meetings. So when I looked at it, there were 20 missed calls from Nicolle and a message.

I opened the message and it had a selfie. She took a selfie with me in the background. I must say I am looking funny as hell. As I was getting late for my meeting, I only changed my shirt. I was wearing shorts below a suit. Great, now she will tease me forever.

I shot her a look and she burst into laughter. Her smile is contagious and I smiled as well. It was when someone cleared his throat in the meeting I realized my video was on. God Nicolle, you are ruining my reputation.

She left the room before my meeting was over. I guess she wanted to avoid the conversation as well. But I think I should tell her. I may not be able to tell her everything, but if I want her to be a part of my life I think I should start telling her about me.

Nicolle:

I sensed his meeting was about to end so I went outside. I am not sure if I am ready to hear what Alex has to say. I know almost everything, but to hear everything and the parts which I don’t know about. I took a deep breath and entered the room. He was sitting on the corner of the bed with his fingers crossed and hands on his knees.

He looked up at me when I opened the door and I passed him a smile. I was hoping he would say that I can’t tell you anything Nicolle. Please Alex, deny.

“I want to share something with you Nicolle.” He looked at me.

“Ok.” I sat beside him.

“Umm. I don't know how to say this. I mean you are the first person I am actually sharing this with.” Wow, I am the only one. Does this mean I hold a special place in his life.

“You saw something today and I know you were shocked to see it. There is a reason I don't wear t-shirts and now you know why.”

I nodded. It was all I could do. I was looking at the ground.

“I can’t tell who did this, or why that person did this, but what you saw today is a result of someone’s physical abuse.”

I gulped hard and looked at him. He was looking towards his fingers and I am happy he is not maintaining eye contact. All the images from that day started running in front of me. Alex was lying on the ground in his own blood, with whip marks. I can feel my tears threatening to come out.

“You mean someone from your family did this to you?”

He nodded and gave a sad smile. “Yeah, someone from my family gave this to me.” He looked at me. “I am glad I was wearing a vest under my t-shirt today. My back is a lot ugly than my arms.”

“Can I see them?” I have seen his scars but that day, it was all covered in blood. I wanted to see the limit Mrs. Colton crossed.

He looked at me with surprise. “Are you sure? Let me warn you, It’s not a nice picture. It's not 1 day of abuse Nicolle. This is a result of years …” He paused for a second. "I don't want you to look at me with sympathy."

"Was it sympathy when you married me?"

"It's different Nicolle."

"No, it's not. You helped me when I was broken. You became my friend, my strength. I know it's late, but I want to be a friend of yours. And it's not fair. You already know everything about me."

"What's done is done. You don't have to worry about that anymore. So I don't think it's necessary."

“I want to see what that person did to you.” By this time, I already had tears in my eyes.

Alex leaned a little and wiped my tears. He then stood up and opened his shirt. s**t!

I wish I never saw this. I turned my face to the other side, unable to look anymore. What I saw that day was hardly 5% of the total scars. His body is perfect, 8 pack abs well defined, perfect V shape but everything is covered with long scars. I couldn’t find a single place which could show his normal skin.

And if this was not enough, his back was worse. I let out a sob. Alex quickly put on his shirt and came near me. He hugged me and I buried my face in his chest.

“I am sorry, I didn’t want to share this with you, but … “ I didn’t let him complete. “I am glad you shared this with me. I guess it makes me feel like someone important to you.”

“Of course you are important. You are my wife Nicolle. Not literally I mean, but you are more than everyone else.”

“When did this start?”

“I don't remember, but I guess somewhere when I was 8 or 9 years, I guess.”

“And is it still happening?” I had to ask this although I know the answer.

“Ever since I was 15, that person never laid a hand on me.”

Liar Alex, but I guess he may be right. She orders someone else to hurt him.

“Was this person happy about our marriage?” He looked at me and wiped his forehead. He then swallowed hard.

“No, that person was furious.”

“And were you beaten for that?” I am feeling so guilty. The day we married, Alex came to the room with a wound and he got it because he married me.

“I told you, that person never laid a hand on me since I was 15. Do you think anyone can raise a hand on me now? I am not 15 anymore.” He tried to smile, but I know he is lying.

“Who else knows about this, I mean these scars and the abuse. Did your Dad know about this?”

“No, I never told my Dad. He was already going through a lot and I didn’t want to disturb him. And other than you, only Alan knows about all this. I mean he has no idea who did this, but he knows I have these ugly scars. He helped me once.”

“He helped you? But he became your driver when you joined the office. You were in college at that time.”

“Actually … I …. yeah, I met with a small accident at the office once and Alan helped me. That’s when he saw the scars.

“Can I ask one more question?” he nodded. “You can ask all the questions you have, just don’t ask for the name. I don’t think I will be able to tell you that.”

“If that person asks you to leave me, what will you do?”