The Tears That Taught Me

"What is it now? Are you chasing me? You just got home the other day. I need to spend more time with you." "I don't need any slut's company." Her heart seemed to stop at the outrageous word he used to refer to her and she regarded him with a long suffering expression. “What did you just say?" She was now offended. "You are crossing the line with these jokes.” “Do I seem like joking?” “Wha..what? You must be out of your mind. Why? What is going on? Are you throwing me away?” Becky wailed confused. Tears Of Agony traces the life of Becky a young beautiful woman recently married. Her dressing style sharply contrast that of those around her. She is encouraged to conform to the ways of the clan by changing her code of dress but refuses. She ends up being disliked by her husband's relatives and there is a campaign to cause a break in her marriage. The majority of the members of the clan are in favour. The disastrous end of her marriage leaves her dissolutioned and devastated. She is forced to leave the clan without her only child. She meets a kind man she like. The man is desperately in love with her but she rejects his proposal to be his wife.

What happens when fate plays a major role in your life? Was is it their destiny or was it their fault for choosing the wrong path? The story revolves around three individuals who experiences the cruelty of this world, who never thought that they would live a life that's unimaginable. What happens when it's a mistake that cannot be forgotten or forgiven. The sun bids goodbye for the day, the moon walks in brightly, like always they curl up in the bed, wiping their silent tears which constantly kept rolling down their cheeks. As the sun rises, they put up their fake smiles and face the cruel world where everyone believed that the pain behind their smile was kept hidden until destiny took power into their life. Whenever they yearned for love, it was replaced by tears and tears only. Fate plays with their life where they are unable to hide nor run away but to deal with the consequences, no one can hear their pain likewise no one can feel their silent tears which holds their emotions that words couldn't express. Three broken souls hoping for a miracle that would swipe them from the pain they are suffering, hoping that they would be relieved from the nasty world.

He left, leaving me with a big hole in my chest. A strange feeling of loneliness and sadness that I never imagined I could feel. Is that what it feels like to be unloved? I didn't ask for this.

This an autobiography of a man's childhood day, the horror and the dread that he went through, it also comprises of other happenings that made up his childhood day: both sad and happy moments.

Her silky hair was a mess. Her makeup, ruined. Her dress wrinkled like she slept on it. She was there, but her mind, elsewhere. Her eyes went to me. Her lips curled into a lazy smile. In every step she gave, my heart sank thinking she would fall. “What happened to you? Are you okay?” I rushed towards her. Her face twisted with disgust. “Oh, perfect Bella. The golden girl. Always correct. Always the best.” “What…” “Perfect Bella. Has the best grades. She doesn't have to fight to get into college, colleges fight over her.” “Emma, you are drunk.” “Perfect Bella doesn't drink. She is as pure as water. Saint Bella.” Her eyes glinted. “Perfect Bella doesn't sleep with her best friend's husband.” My body froze as a wave of chill ran through my spine. “What… what are you talking about?” She leaned in, her breath thick with alcohol, “Where do you think Marcus is? Why do you think I can barely walk straight? Is it hard to believe he took me and not you to that bad that was supposed to be yours?” My heart clenched. Tears started forming in my eyes. It didn't take long till they gave up to gravity. He… he didn't. We'd promised this morning. He couldn't. “He wouldn't.” ***** It's been a year, but the scars are still there. My past echoing in my head reminding me of everything that happened since that day. Every time I open my eyes in the morning to see... nothing. “You only get hurt by the ones you love the most.” “You only get betrayed by the ones you trust the most.” What happens when these two misbeliefs collide? ***** I hope I wrote this book good enough to make you feel it. Obrigada.☺️

Anita," her angelic voice calls to me. Thunder rumbles in the distance. Her soft, delicate hands caressing my face, sparkling green eyes grounding me from the dark past I wish I could forget. "You're safe, it's okay." I bring my hand up, running my finger over the mound of scar tissue. The constant reminder of that night. The raised bump covers the bullet fragment embedded in my sternum. She takes my hands as more thunder rumbles and tears roll down my cheeks. "Breathe Anita," she says in a soothing whisper. My lungs were burning with the need for air and it was then that I realized I'd been holding it. I take in a gasping breath and recall the first time my eyes met her green eyes. My sister had been lifted off me and my eyes opening had startled her. The first time she touched me gave me strength to hold on. I held her hand tight, trying to tell her what happened, but couldn't get enough breath to form words. Sitting in the present going through the same as I had five years ago. "They were all found, Anita. They can't hurt you anymore. It's just a storm. All the doors and windows are locked, the alarm is set. It's just you and me." "Will you keep the light on tonight, please?"