That was it. The snake I was trying very hard to control, striked.
And its sole target was standing in front of me talking shit about my personal life like I was his slave.
I grabbed him by his collar, pushed him away from me and that's when I unleashed that snake.
My hand shot up and that one slap I gave him earlier will now feel like just a pat on his cheek to him because now, at that exact moment I slapped him back to back 3 times.
Yes. Three.
And those slaps were so hard that on the last slap his head slammed with a glass hanging decoration that was hanging just beside his head. But it didn't do much damage because there was only a little scratch of blood on his forehead. Or at least it looked little to me.
Everything and everyone froze for a moment or a decade, I don't know. I just knew that the feeling I was having in my heart was of pure hatred towards the man who was standing in front of me clutching his cheek.
His jaw was clenched and he looked like a burning volcano at that moment. His whole face was red in anger and when his face turned my eyes met his, which were red, more red than his face.
But he didn't scare me. At that moment I was too much angry to contemplate the situation. No one, nothing mattered.
Fuck him and fuck his party. I won't let anyone to raise a finger on my self respect.
"Next time," I said while seething in anger, "before even thinking about saying a word about me or my parents," I got face to face with him and hissed, "remember these handprints on your cheek."
I turned and walked out of that damn party. My head held high. Everyone was staring at me and Eric with a shocked expression on their face.
Bloody gossiping bitches.
I was on the door of the house ready to step out of that hell but before I could do that, I was grabbed by my elbow, pulled harshly and then I was face to face with an angry dinosaur AKA Eric.
"You've just declared war, bitch." He said loudly, "This is the starting of hell for you and mark my words I'll be more cruel with you than Satan."
Saying that he pushed me out of his house and went back inside. My heart was thudding in my chest loudly but the anger was also there.
I walked away from there and reached to my car, got inside and pulled away from there.
I started driving angrily. Everything that had happened at the party was playing in my head like a video recording.
Without knowing tears of anger and frustration spilled out from eyes. I wiped them from my cheeks and eyes harshly but new tears took their place.
Not able to look at the road because of my tears I stopped the car on the side of the road. And then dam of tears broke.
After a few minutes when I was feeling a little alright my phone started ringing. I looked at the screen which was showing an unknown telephone number.
"Hello?"
"Is this Miss Misty Marvel?" The person on the other end of the phone asked.
"Yes this is Misty. Who are you?"
"We are sorry to inform you Misty but your parents had an accident just now. They are admitted in the City Hospital. Please come here as soon as you can." And then there was a sound of phone going dead.
I was in shock. Too shocked to even understand what the hell was that lady on the phone was saying. My parents? Accident? But they were out just to have a nice evening.
Fuck!
Chilled air was touching Chris straight in the face, numbing every pain, every bit of emotion that he had gone through in the last six months.When Eric took Misty down with him, he took Chris' soul with him. Chris was in love with Misty since the day he had seen the cute little baby come into his home in the arms of his Mom's best friend. The word love meant Misty to him.Eric had taken that with him when he fell down from that terrace and he was forever going to hate him for that. No matter if Eric's meaning of love was different than his, he couldn't forgive him. Ever.Eric was dead the second he had hit the ground. The impact was too hard. Wrapped around in his arms was Misty.Although the bastard had trie
Misty moaned aloud in pain as she tried to sit up straight. Her eyes opened to take in a plain white room with nothing except a bed that she was laying on.She felt a hand roaming on her midriff softly. Instinctively she pushed the hand away and scrambled back quickly."You need to stop pushing me away.", Eric said with a sigh as he grabbed her again instantly in his arms."What's going on?", Misty couldn't remember a thing about what had happened and how she got here."Nothing is happening. You are back where you belong."Slowly she remembered about going with the nurse for test but nothing after that."Chris..", she whispered as she remembered the whole thing that had happened w
When she pulled back & turned around again to look at Eric, he was standing stock still. If it wasn't for the rise and fall of his chest, she might have thought that he had stopped breathing altogether.Though his body portrayed a perfect calm composer, his eyes betrayed him. She hadn't seen such kind of emotion in him. Never. It wasn't anger or rage or pain. It was much, much more scary than that.Instead of waiting for him to say or do anything, she turned around, grabbed Chris's hand and walked out from there. To her surprise, Eric didn't follow them or say anything.Everything was blur for Misty. She felt like she was living in a hell, having to relive the nightmare again and again. Even her hand had started shaking from the terror and anger that she was feeling, and because it was clenched in Chris's, he co
She couldn't fathom the rage that took over her senses. She gathered all of her strength and pushed him away from her."WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" She finally shouted in anger. "Have you freaking lost your goddamn mind?"He was angry because of her refusal. His touch never burned her like it did now. She never jerked away from him like she did now. And it was hell for him, seeing the difference that had took over their relationship. His heart was burning. It has been burning since the day they broke off, and he needed her back with him to soothe that burn."What is wrong with you?" He cried out, "I'm asking you to come back where you belong. You love me and I love you, isn't that what you wanted all along?"
Just as the clock hit 3PM, Misty knew that her day wasn't getting any better but for sure it was getting worse & worse.See, today when Chris pulled his car in front of her office to drop her off, just like everyday, he got out of the car & came around to open the door for her. And then, so not like everyday, he once again, like morning, grabbed her by the neck & kissed her on the forehead."Stop doing that!" She exclaimed, not because it didn't feel nice when someone kissed your forehead lovingly, ('cause it felt absolutely fantastic, mind you), but because being near him & having him do all the gestures that she had desired of him long ago had started to make her feel funny in the stomach.
Misty gasped as she felt Chris's finger on the side of her lips. Her gaze darting straight into his. With somewhat hooded eyes Chris nonchantingly showed her the sauce that he had wiped from her lips with that finger. And then to her horror he put that finger in his mouth to lick off the sauce.Her face immediately got flustered. She couldn't utter even a word, just ducked her head down to pretend that there was nothing more important right now in world other than the food in her plate.Okay... This was getting way too weird now. Was there something going on in Chris's mind? His actions were completely strange to her considering he never missed any opportunity to dodge her teeny horny hands back in the days when she was crazy about him.And now? Well, per say, the case is complete opposite. Was there something reall