A heavy silence settled between us very thick and stifling. Kylan Everest moved close and closer to me on the bed, his hand resting on my forehead, slow and deliberate, like he was trying to romance me.
Could he really want sex... after everything I've done? After all that's been broken between us in few hours back?
His presence was too overwhelming. I could no longer resist the pressure from him, the weight of his desire pressing against my will. I made myself to be strong for him to control, or maybe just to survive the moment now. I braced myself, so that I can take control.
He pulled me to him with a force that felt more like demand than love. I snapped, my voice trembling with rage as I turned to him, "Why do you want to kill me with sex?" His reply came like a slap sharp on me, cold. "You still owe me punishment," he said angrily.
My pride crumbled. I had yelled at him before, fought him off, but now our bodies were too close. Our breath filled the space between us like fire, the room swallowed in a heavy storm. We stared at each other for some minutes, silent, intense, broken.
But in the end, he failed. I denied him. I refused to give him access to my body. Luckily, It was the only power I had left.
The next morning, I stood up from bed with no Kylan Everest with me On the bed, I couldn't find him.empty house. Kylan was gone. But the pain his roughness from the night before still lingered in my body like a cruel memory etched into my skin.
I sat beneath the shower, in the bathroom, letting the water pour over me rushing. It washed away the sweat, the smell, the night but not the sorrow. That clung to me like a second skin.
I felt hollow every time since I'm here. I had no one to look for me, no siblings, no close relatives, and parents who lived in their own selfish and comfortable worlds. My mother was too consumed by her online life to care about mine. She hadn't even called since the court declared me free. Since, My father too busy, too distant never saw me, even when I was in front of him.
The water kept running over my body. I cried, but the tears didn't come. Just pain deep, heavy, quiet. Then suddenly, the bathroom door creaked open. My heart froze instantly.
I grabbed my towel, trembling. But when I looked around in an erotic way, there was no one there. Only silence thick like the air before a storm. The fear passed, and strangely, in its place, came something else a flicker of strength.
I stepped back under the shower, letting the water carry away my fear, and when I left the bathroom, I left a part of my weakness behind.
But pain stabbed through my lower part of the stomach sharp, sudden. I remembered Kylan had given me some money a few days ago. I got dressed in a blind of an eye. quickly, i went to our family hospital.
The doctor ran some tests for me immediately I get to the hospital, the doctor asked some questions I didn't want to answer. He gave me medication and advised me to reduce the intensity of my sexual activity. I just nodded, too ashamed to speak, too broken to explain.
Oh, Kylan Everest so reckless, so careless with my body like it was nothing more than a possession so sad.
Evening came, while going home. I returned home. Still, he hadn't come back yet. I'm happy Kylan Everest is not in the house yet.
I was exhausted by the stress of the day. Tired of this world. Tired of everything. I was raised in love, surrounded by warmth and protection. But now? All I knew was coldness, neglect. Emptiness.
Then a thought came to my mind sharp, dangerous, desperate.
Maybe if I could make him hate me more and more . If I could make him despise the very sight of me, maybe then he would let me go. Maybe then I could be free from this house, this life.
But freedom wasn't so simple as you think. I was trapped in an arranged marriage, tied with legal chains. The registry had signed the papers. My father, Patrick, had sealed my fate signing that I couldn't ask for divorce unless Kylan himself wanted it.
So I couldn't even think of divorcenot the legal way.
But there's still one thing I could try. Kylan kept all his most valuable documents locked in his room. If I could somehow access that key if I could get my hands on something important enough could sell it. Hurt him. Push him to the edge.
Maybe then, he'd kick me out of history.,
This wouldn't be easy. It was dangerous. It would take planning well. Adequate calculations. Precision. But I had no choice. I just want to do this maybe he will sent me out of his house, I pray.
Would it work?
I didn't know.
But I had to try.