I Belong to My Bully

3. She is 'My Mia'

ELIJAH’S POV:

A soul that is binded into your soul, when ripped off, rips your entire being with it. She was like that for me, necessary and incumbent. So when I lost her that day when rain poured hard, I lost a part of my being which made me human. 

So now I punish her and as I did that the flame of the fire inside me dimmed.

Today, Me and my friends beat the s**t out of her. She deserved it but as I fisted a chunk of her exquisite golden hued locks and yanked her towards me, I got a glimpse of her eyes. Her beautiful eyes which were dark blue. As dark as the darkness of her life. As I looked into her eyes, I thought maybe what I was doing was wrong but then again I remembered what her mother did. So I released her in a hassle and she fell on the floor on her back under the act of gravity, face turned pale and hands fisted together to subside the pain. The gloom of her face was telling that she was in an immense pain. But why do I care? I was also in pain.

We were busy tormenting her. When a voice shook us.

““WHAT IN THE HELL IS HAPPENING HERE?” Miss Helen came running towards us. “Here she comes. We have to do something about this b***h, she always ruins the fun,” Derik murmured.

“I asked you what is happening here?” Miss Helen said entering the room.

Nobody replied. What could we have said? That we were beating her or we were punishing her for what her mother did. “OHHHH MY GOD ….What have you done to the poor soul? What were you people trying to do? I am telling all of you that you all are going to face consequences for your actions.” She said angrily, moving towards me.

“You are going to face the consequences of what you and your mother have done,” I said as I looked at her one last time and got off. Her swollen eyes were now closed, as if she lost the will to live. Her face and wrists were all bruised and blood was dripping out of her forehead, painting her beautiful porcelain skin red.

She was unconscious at that moment. Guilt was taking over me. What have I done? What if she dies? No she can’t die. She has to pay for her deeds. Maybe a lame excuse to let her stay.

“You all are going to face detention and I am not going to stop at that, I will personally pursue this case,” she said. “This is the third time I have seen you people bullying her. Are you all not humans? What does this poor soul has ever done to you? And even if she has done something, which I am sure she hasn’t, nobody deserves such ill treatment,” she added.

I sighed.

 Only if she knew what she and her mother has done.

She tried to carry her but she was too weak for it. Guilt was taking over me. Her blue eyes were telling me that she had done nothing. So I mustered up courage and carried her to the infirmary and Miss Helen followed me. I put her on the couch all red in blood and left the room.

“What were you doing dude?”  said.

“Yeah, you wanted to punish her and then you carried her to the infirmary. It is better if she and her w***e of a mother die,” Derik added.

Noah was quiet. He was always been the wise one. He was the only one who tried to stop me.

“I am going to the library. You people can go wherever you want,” I said.

“Are you okay?” Noah said.

“Yeah just need sometime alone. You guys go,” I replied not meeting his eyes.

I went to the library and even the librarian was shocked as I never went to the library, but why should I care? I went to the isolated corner of the library and sat on the floor behind a bookshelf. What if she dies?

Why she become like this?

Even from a very small age I never understood the perception of love.  The concept of being loved and providing someone with the notion of love has always been vague and ambiguous to me. I have heard people having different personifications of love. Some described it as the inevitable feeling to be with someone, while others portrayed it as the feeling of being fulfilled and contempt by having someone in your life.

I came to interpret it as the ability to breathe, to live and to feel alive only if the person you love is in front of you, breathing and living. Every beat and every up and down motion of body, while breathing counts for it. Even if that person is dying, the last breath still counts .It is the reason to live and an excuse to survive. For me that was Mia.

Always and forever.

PAST

I again forced my mom to take me to the park. This was our routine. There was a big park that was close to our house. So every day I would push my mother to take me there. She would sit by the bench and I would spend my time playing.

“Mommy come onnn ….hurry up!!!!!” I said screaming with excitement by the door of the house.

“Coming baby. What’s the hurry sweetie?” she said in her gentle tone. She was my first love. My dad was a busy man so he was not always around. But my mother filled his emptiness with her presence.

“Let’s go Honey. Mommy is ready,” she said and we went to the park.

My mother sat on her usual spot but today another lady was sitting on it before we came. She was beautiful maybe more than my mother. She was smiling at some one. Maybe she was here with her children.

I began to play as usual. I was about to take the swing but there was another person sitting on it. I became angry as it was mine and I was very possessive about my things. I always came here and whoever was sitting here had to move. Otherwise I would make them leave my spot.

I marched towards the swing annoyingly. Like an angry king who is tired of waiting and is about to invade a new kingdom. Just to feed his hungry ego. Whoever was sitting there was about to face my wrath now. Despite of the fact that I was five years old, but the habit to claim things was still there.

As I was about to push that person off the swing, I saw the face.

She was a girl and might be the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. She had blue eyes and blonde hair which were tied in pigtails. She was wearing a baby pink colored frock which was complementing the pinkish blush on her cheeks. But her big doe eyes were red and her head was down.

I was a child and didn’t knew what to do. So I pushed her gently from her back. The swing swayed and she looked back with a big smile on her face and twinkling sparkles in her eyes. That was my hint that she wanted someone to sway her, but she could have swayed herself with her feet.

Then I noticed that she was tiny and her feet were not reaching the ground.

I didn’t knew why I was swaying her, instead of pushing her. It came all natural.

“Yayyyy!!!!” she screamed giggling and I smiled.

I was happy that she was happy. Her smile was precious. After sometime she got tired and was about to sleep on the swing, when I stopped pushing instantly, so that she doesn’t fall.

She didn’t even know that if she sleeps, she would fall. Sudden jerk made her shudder and she jumped of the swing.

“Do you like it?” I asked with hope to hear something good dripping out. Why was I suddenly a needy child wanting a simple compliment from a girl? I was never needy from my childhood. I always got everything before I even asked for it. My heart was beating fast, I didn’t knew that at the age of five I found someone who was enough for my whole life.

“It was the bestttt” she said smiling and hugged me and then kissed me on my cheeks. That was a clear indication that she liked it.

“What’s your name?” I asked grabbing her hand in mine and moving to my mother.

 “Mia,” she said smiling. She smiled a lot and I loved it.

“What’s yours?” she asked blinking her big eyes.

“Elijah” I said looking at her.

“It is long.How to speak it? I am not calling you this. I am calling you Elij,” she contemplated herself and I smiled.

“Friends for life” she said releasing her hand from mine and forwarding it for a vow. A vow for life. Maybe that didn’t come true.

“Friends for life,” I grabbed her hand too.

That was the moment when she became mine for life.

But the future held a much worse surprise for us.

PAST ENDS

I was deep in my thoughts resting my head at the back of bookshelf.Everytime I saw her I gave her the look that I don’t know her. But I knew who she was.

She was my Mia.My Mia, only mine. Mine for this live and the next, until we reach eternity.

Guilt was becoming overbearing and tears were rolling down my face. I couldn’t take this anymore. It has been almost 3 hours sitting here.

So I stood up in a hurry and moved out of the school. I took my car from the parking lot and started to drove out of the school area.

I was not far away when I saw her on the footpath waking towards her so called house. She was limping and her gait was not stable. She was staggering here and there trying to walk fast. As if knew, if I found her that was not going to be good for her.

At this moment I didn’t feel hate for her, but my heart was wrenching watching her, struggling to even walk. I drove fast and halted the car a little far from her.

 I got out and was walking towards her when I saw her eyes. They were full of fear and she was shaking violently, like she was going to have a panic attack any moment. As I moved towards her, she began to shake more violently and then she grabbed her head in her hands.

That was it, I knew. I rushed towards her but when I reached her, she collapsed in my arms. I was stunned and I didn’t know what to do. So I took her in my arms in bridal style and walked towards the car.

Her beautiful blonde hair were covering her innocent face and her face was bandaged along with her wrists and ankles. I laid her on the back of the car gently and drove slowly to my apartment.

I bought this apartment one year back to party or to invite my friends over, without my mom intertwining everytime.I couldn’t take her home. She didn’t deserve it.

But why was I caring for her?

Why it hurt when I looked at her all bruised?

As I reached the apartment, I took her out of the car and carried her bridal style to the apartment. She was hot. I think she was feverish. I opened the door to the apartment with my one hand and carried her to the room. I laid her down on the bed.

 Now I could see her clearly. Her clothes had blood stains all over and she had dirt on her body. Her beautiful face was now covered with bandages. What have I done to you Mia? I thought. I had to change her cloths and wipe her so that she doesn’t get any infection. So I carried her to the bathroom to wash her and change her bandages.

I took her clothes off and there she was in a simple black bra and panties. It was getting difficult for me to even stand here, her body was looking so tempting. Her perky breast were showing off the bra and the freckle on top of her left breast was inviting me to kiss it. My buddy was getting all impatient to be deep inside her smooth p***y and never leave.

But I had to control myself as I was not a p*****t and second she didn’t deserve my love either.

So I roughly got rid of her bra and panties and put her in the bathtub. Then I washed her clean and put her in one of my t-shirts, as I didn’t had any feminine clothes her. Then I bandaged her again. After that I put her in the bed and covered her with a duvet.

I wanted to lay beside her and put my arms around her waist. I wanted to melt her in myself, so she never leaves me. I wanted to kiss her snow white skin, right from her toes to her smooth rosy lips, gently and slowly. Ravishing her beauty.

But I couldn’t. So I left her in the room and went to the lounge. I took a cushion and tried to sleep on it. But her body was not leaving my sight. What the hell was happening?

After a long struggle sleep took over and I was out.

My eyes opened with the sound of someone weeping and calling someone. Maybe Mia was up.

As I entered the room I head these words. Who was she talking to?

“I didn’t do anything….Help me…Uncle please leave my Mom ….…” 

She was shivering in her sleep. Maybe she was having a nightmare. So I reached her slowly and picked her up gently and put her on my lap. Then I wrapped her hands around my neck and cooed her back and forth like a little baby.

She was still sleeping and now she had stopped crying. Her face was covered with tear stains, so I gently wiped them with my thumb. She was looking so innocent in her sleep. I wanted to never let go of her. I kissed her softly on her forehead. She stirred but then hugged me tightly. I could hear her heart beating against mine. I loved it when she was this close to me. I felt like I was complete.

“You are my Mia. Remember it always. Even if I hate you and even if I love you. Maybe you don’t deserve love, but still you are my Mia,” I whispered in her ears. Like I wanted her to remember it even in her dreams.

“She is a b***h”

“She ruined your family and you are hear cooing her “

“She doesn’t deserve respect. Throw her out”

My mind was continuously telling me to get rid of her. And here I was rocking her back and forth like a baby. Furry took over me and I stood up carrying her bridal style and moved towards the door.

That’s it

She didn’t deserve my love…..She deserves my wrath and hate.

I thought moving towards the door…….