Chapter 6.1
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He let go of my arms only to hold my face. His other hand grasped a fistful of my hair and angled my face for a deeper kiss.
"You were saying again?" he asked scornfully and breathlessly between his assault.
I took a large intake of air to prepare myself to scream at him but his lips once again landed on mine to continue his forceful kiss.
I hate him so much!
Because of frustration and too much anger, I felt exhausted and didn’t try to put up a fight. He probably had noticed it so he soon stopped. We gave each other time to take small deep breaths. My inner thoughts want to fight and do anything to get even with him. But what difference would it make? Would it help me? Would it change what he did?
No. Nothing. And it will all become worse if I tried playing his game.
"I h-hate you," was all I could say to at least inform him how I loathed him at that very moment. I pushed him off me and he didn’t try to stop me. A pitiful unexpected sob escaped my lips. I quickly covered it with my palm and wiped my tears off.
I really hate him! I hope one day, he feels this frustration he is giving to me.
I silently turned my back to him and sat on the edge of the bed. My fisted hands rested on my lap. I wanted to order him to go, but if there’s a little, if just a little sanity, left in him, he should find it in him to leave me alone since he is obviously done messing with me. For tonight.
"Don't act as if you're clean," he scoffed instead, unbelievingly not done with his insult.
What did I do for him to mock me this often? I know nothing. It was them, who suddenly appeared in my life and made this kind of a mess.
I looked up at him with a scorching glare. I wiped the tears clouding my vision. "Just leave."
"Did you cry just because I kissed you?” He asked with an unbelieving tone and with the light of the moon from the parted curtains, I saw how his own question angered him. His face turned dark and dangerous."You're making it seem like I'm the bad guy here."
I glared at him with an equal unbelieving stance. This guy is really crazy!
"You assaulted me! You abusively harassed me!" I made sure all the words came out with firm enunciation but low voice, hoping it would stick on his damn mind. If only I could scream until my lungs hurt and until he wakes up from this. "And am I crying because of that? Yes! And you think you are innocent? Huh!”
His hands and jaw clenched in unison. His sudden steps towards me alarmed me, especially with that kind of look. He halted the moment he saw my reaction but continued as if he’s even questioning himself why be discreet when I already feared him.
I wasn’t able to keep a distance between us. He harshly crouched aligning our eyes, his fisted hands on my sides, and on the bed.
"You think I didn’t hear from you that night? You know I was just outside the room but you screamed like you purposely wanted me to hear how wild you were." He gritted his teeth together. I was worried that he would suddenly punch my face with his clenched fists.
I was in the middle of fear and anxiousness but my brows furrowed with utter confusion. I closely watched him know if he is being serious or this is another part of his game.
He is referring to that night when his dad hurt me? That was the night he was standing stiffly outside the room. That was the night Mr. Montevalles brought me inside the bathroom because he didn’t want his son to hear us. Because after all that he is doing, he doesn’t want to look bad in front of his son. They both keep doing insane things but do not want to look bad? How ironic! And stupid!
"Whatever your insane mind is thinking about it, it’s not it. Nothing like that happened!," It is not my obligation to explain to him but I want him to know nothing like that happened. His insane conclusion was false. If that is the reason he is doing it, I guess he should really have to know.
He stared right through my eyes, his lips parted, but it, later on, made a straight line before a smirk appeared. "I'm crazy, Tara, but I'm not stupid--"
"You are stupid," I cut him off. I’m shocked at how smooth my name rolled out of his lips but I wanted to shout to his face how badly stupid he really is. "Is that the reason why you are doing this? Is that it? You think something happened to us?”
He was speechless. His unsteady eyes keep watching me, his face deadly close to mine. I have to keep my face a little to watch him closely as well. His reaction is priceless.
"Your dad might be horrible for manhandling me the way he always did, but he never attempted to do what you did. I thought he was a bad person because of how he treated me. But you've proven me wrong because he's not like you. You're worse than him! You are a stupid and crazy asshole son of him!" I shouted to his face and for a moment not caring if anyone hears me anymore.
He was triggered with the words that he grabbed me around my waist and pushed me down the bed. I tried to quickly help myself up but his face was instantly directed and close to me. One of his feet remained on the floor while his other knee was kneeling on the bed, his arms placed on either side of me.
I waited for his outburst but he didn’t say anything. I think he finally processed with his little mind how wrong he is but doesn’t want to hurt his ego. I know he won’t admit his fault. He is a psycho, crazy, stupid, and egotistical asshole. I should add more of his insane attitude to my list.
His deep breaths were heavy as he stared me down. I wanted to push him away but I don't want any action to trigger him again. I just want him gone. I would rather have him hurt me like his father than do the s****l assault he did to me.
I can see he has so much to say but he is stopping himself. He should have grasped that control earlier. Not now when he had said all the things he shouldn’t have said because his mind only played tricks on him.
That is the reason he keeps on insulting me, right? Well, he's really an i***t!
His stares became more intense so I want the one to look away. I didn’t fight. I remained laying on the bed but didn’t dare look back at him. I want to tell him to go and leave. Because of all this mess he created, I became enlightened with how much he cared for his ego. I’m sure he would take it seriously if I shoo him away after his embarrassment.
His heavy sigh told me he finally found his sanity. In my peripheral vision, I saw how he closed his eyes tight. He let go of another breath before pushing himself off me.
"Good night," he finally said in a rough voice and gave a peck on my cheek. He is already gone and out of the room before I could make an irritated protest.
I sat on the bed, thankful for finally being alone in the dark, cold room. My palm lightly feels my cheek where his lips last touched. He is really insane. He knew how mad I was for kissing me. He should have thought even a light kiss would anger me, too.
He is also insensitive, and that's already added on my list.
Minutes of silence passed again but I am still not able to take my hand back from my cheek. It's weird but his gentle kiss is like a reconciliation for what he did earlier. He was rude and drastic earlier, but that light smooth kiss tried to console me from all the frustrations.
I shook my head to myself. I am weird. Why would I think of such a thing? I'll forget his assault because of the simple kiss on my cheek?
And who even said I'm planning to forget? If that kiss is really asking for forgiveness. Well, he turned the world upside down but I will not find it in me to forgive and forget.
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