Breaking The Fate

Chapter four

"When the darkness branches to your soul, light still finds a way to rise."

Chapter four: locked in the bathroom.

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August's gaze is creepy, he looks at me with amusement in his eyes, but I don't know what's amusing to him.

The t*****e he is putting me through?

How can a human like him be stupid? I don't understand.

I used to say how kind and amazing he was, but it turned out that he is just a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

Yes, I am quoting Taylor Swift.

It feels uncomfortable with his eyes on me, even though some wives might say they love it when their husbands stare at them, but I wouldn't say I like it when August looks at me. He creeps me out, and I cringe every time my eyes move to him.

"Your majesty, it's time for your medicine."

I hate calling someone a maid, so I'd instead call them helpers. After all, they are helping me with the housework.

I lied to everyone here, I made them believe that this medicine is for my lack of iron and vitamins, but really, it is birth control pills.

"Thank you, Meredith," I smile slightly at her, taking the glass of water and the pill from her hands.

I can feel the woman sitting next to me watching me as I swallow the pill; following it is the cold water I love very much.

She's judging me.

I look at her in confusion, and I can tell that she knows what the pills are needed.

"Not ready?" She asks.

Why ask? Why can't she mind her own business? I don't even know her if it's not apparent.

August heard what the woman said. "Not ready for what exactly?"

The woman chuckles, averting her eyes to August. "Your majesty, ready for a child."

"What do the pills for iron has anything to do with a child?" He questions, scrunching his nose up.

"Oh, sorry! I have mistaken it for the birth control pill," she apologizes.

I lick my lips. "It's okay."

"It's... okay."

*

"It's not okay," August growls. "Why would she mistake it for a birth control pill? I don't understand; help me understand."

"All the pills look alike, don't take it personally," I roll my eyes. "And even if I am taking a birth control pill, it's not like we are doing anything physical."

He walks closer to me and stops when he's only a few inches away from me. My face crinkles when he strokes my cheek gently, and his eyes move to my lips then back to my eyes.

Our faces are now only a few inches away from each other. I look deeper into August's eyes, but I feel nothing. I want nothing but to push him away, so I put my hands on his chest and slowly shove him away.

Only for him to take my hands and put them behind my back. "Don't push me away, Leah. You pushed me away multiple times, and I let you do it, but now, I want it so bad."

"I don't want you, and I don't want it, August," I cringe, trying to get out of his tight grasp.

He chuckles coldly, and then he starts to lean towards me while still staring into my eyes.

My breath hitches. I am not ready; I don't want to kiss him.

I can feel his hot breath on my lips that send shivers down my skin, and it disgusts me.

After a few seconds of me trying to escape, I feel his lips on mine.

We are kissing in my bedroom. Wait, August is kissing ME in my bedroom.

I push him off me. "What do you think you are doing?!"

"Kissing my wife!" He exclaims, pushing me onto the bed.

"Your wife in the paper," I snap. "You might be my husband and the king to this country, but you mean nothing to me."

"How dare you disrespect me like that?" He cups my cheeks and lifts my head. "You just said that I am your king, and you dare to say that I mean nothing to you? I was nice to you, I was trying to be the man who you loved, Leah, but you don't deserve my kindness anymore."

"As if you ever treated me with kindness," I say. "You are fake, August. You are putting the anger of the world on me right now."

"No, Leah, I am putting my anger on you because you aren't treating me like I deserve," he growls. "I will make it my mission for you to fear me."

"Do whatever you want," I respond.

August doesn't add anything else but moves his hands down to my thigh, which makes me gasp, and I push him away, but he doesn't budge.

He squeezes my thigh, and I shriek. "Get off me."

"You just told me to do whatever I want," he smirks, his breath hitting my lips.

My heart is beating so loud, and it feels as if my heart is dropping down to my stomach. "Do not touch me."

"I already did," he whispers, kissing my neck.

"August-"

The door opens, revealing a gasp. August cranes his head to see the person who appears to be his mother.

I owe his mother a very big thank you for saving me from the monster she raised.

"Sorry to interrupt!" She apologizes with a big smile on her face.

"May I help you, mother?" August asks.

"Your people are waiting for you outside. It would be best if you opened the gate for them," she tells August.

Your people- August doesn't own them.

"I'm coming," he scoffs.

He is not even grateful.

"We will continue this later," he says before disappearing.

His mother, whose name is Iris, has short black that reaches above her shoulders. Beautiful brown eyes and straight white teeth.

Iris stands with a slight smile on her face. "Why don't you join your husband?"

Your husband.

I'm not too fond of that label.

"I am exhausted," I lie. "I will rest a little. Can you please tell August that I will be sleeping?"

"Alright," she grins, moving her eyes to my stomach.

She thinks I am pregnant.

I shake my head as I head to the bathroom, and I lock myself in it. I let the tears stream down my face, and at the moment, I forget how to breathe.

I feel uneasy. I think the anxiety is rushing in me quickly, and I don't know how to stop it.

The tears continue to make their way down my cheeks and touch my dry lips. It feels like the whole world is against me. My mind is in a rattle, and it feels like I am in a dark place that I can't seem to get out of.

I can't stop thinking about August touching me and how I am disgusted with myself right now.

I gag, and I feel the sweat dripping off me. I fall onto the hard floor of the bathroom, and I let out a quiet sob, fearing that August's mother is still in the room.

*

I put a fake smile on my face; no one will know.

I nod at the people who are sitting at their tables. After thirty minutes of crying in the bathroom and making sure that my eyes aren't red and puffy and there are no signs of me crying, I decided to get out of the bathroom. I fixed my makeup and headed to the ballroom.

I feel nothing now, and I feel empty and somewhat disgusted. My heart races when I see him, and he is looking at the man across from him. He seems too happy and okay.

I hate him.

Karma will bite him where it hurts, and I believe that.

Unwillingly, I sit next to him and pretend that I am a happy wife. He takes my hand in his, intertwining his fingers with mine.

I feel more disgusted than I was a second ago, and another gag is making its way out of my mouth, but I hold it back.

*

I managed to make it through the night, and now I locked myself in my bedroom. I am scared that August will come inside and do something that I don't want to do.

I miss my parents, and I miss my siblings. I miss my old life, and I miss my friends.

If only I can take back the day I accepted, I would, because now as I am laying in this bed alone, all I am thinking about is what if I said no? What if I stayed home and I was with my family?

Would I still be dating my boyfriend? Would I still be the same fool I was six months ago?

I don't want to be married anymore, and I want to be this girl who is free and happy.

It feels like I am asking for too much, but I can't shake these thoughts out of my head.

I get up from the bed and walk to the window. I look at the moon as it shines bright in the sky between the glistening stars that brighten up the sky throughout the night.

My heart shutters and I wish I can be a star one day. Maybe when I die, I will join them and shine for the people here.

*

"Leah," August kisses my cheek.

I continue to eat my breakfast. Iris invited me to the table before August woke up, I am sitting across from her in the dining room, and August just joined us, and he takes a seat in the middle.

"Mother, did you sleep well?" August asks.

"Indeed, I did," Iris nods. "I am wondering why you two don't sleep in the same room. Didn't we already discuss this issue?"

"We discussed it in the past, and I believe that I told you that Leah and I need our privacy," August tells his mother.

"If people found out about this, you two would be the talk of everyone, so you better fix-" 

August cuts his mother off. "I don't understand how people can find out that we aren't sleeping in the same room." 

"Son, you can't take any chances," Iris shakes her head. "If your father finds out, he might lose his mind." 

"I don't care what father says or loses," August rustles. "Besides, we are already the talk of everyone." 

"Leah, dear, what do you think about it?" Iris looks at me with a smile on her face. 

"August is right, we both need our privacy, and it's better like that," I agree with August. "How will people find out?" 

"You know what? After a few seconds of thinking, I believe that my mom is correct; we have to share a room now because we can't take any chance of people knowing," August declares. 

My eyes widen. "B-but you were against it." 

"Honey, that's good news! I am proud of you, August," Iris holds August's hand as a grin forms on her face. 

I curse underneath my breath, and I look down at the breakfast that doesn't seem appealing. I am wearing a plain white dress that reaches my knees, and it is a rule that I have to follow, which I find stupid.

"Excuse me," I mumble. I do not wait for Iris nor August to excuse me or anything, and I hurriedly walk faster to my bedroom. 

As I approach the bedroom, I notice Mateo guarding my bedroom, and he looks at me once he detects my presence. "Good morning, ma'am." 

"Good morning, Mateo," I smile slightly at him. "You were late today, Mateo." 

"I was talking to my mother, ma'am," he states. "I am sorry, ma'am, it won't happen again." 

"It better not happen again," I furrow my eyebrows. "Do not make me regret letting August talk to your family every day, okay?"

I add, "Mateo, don't talk to any of your family members in the morning unless it's an emergency." 

"Yes, ma'am." 

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