Jay POV
If I said the month didn’t go full of surprises, I would be lying to myself. Things were very different now than they were before. Amy had walked into my life like Lucifer, summoned by some demonic ritual. She had the gall to keep me in the dark; she would still not reveal her true self to me while she knew every aspect of my life. She had undercover bodyguards lined up around my house, expecting me not to catch them, in hindsight. When I said she was Satan, she really was.
The last time I had spotted her was at the orphanage. And on the very day we had Martha having a breakdown, she kept on crying and screaming in the garden. She was holding an unusual gothic keychain, and a therapist has been treating her ever since. When I say "ever since," I mean a week. A week of Amy disappearing without a trace again, with me having no shit-hot clue about her whereabouts. And I was very sure whatever happened to Martha was Amy’s doing. Despite being stepsisters and having a typical bond from the past, they couldn’t tolerate each other. As slick as ever, Amy had once again disappeared from my life, like a suspense thriller movie where I don’t know what to expect next.
Flipping through my files in my makeshift study room of the house, I became engrossed in reviewing the class assignments. Even though my visits were rare after the incident at the college, the kids had prompted me to stay. They genuinely wanted my guidance, and I gladly accepted their requests. My glasses slid off the tip of my nose as I pinched them back to the bridge, my neck finally begging to be speared from the strain I had been putting on since morning.
I finally arched my neck, releasing tension. Standing up from the study table, I reached the balcony, stretching my arms to relax and bring in motion. It was peaceful until my phone buzzed. It was surprising to have somebody call me. I picked up the device, looking at the caller. An unknown number? I was second-guessing the identity until the call dropped. Sighing, I heaved a breath of relief. My introverted self was content with such peace. I was about to put my phone back when it rang again; it was the same number.
Curiosity got the best of me as I swiped the call to answer.
I placed the device to my ear, not speaking, wanting the person on the line to make the first move.
“Hello, Doctor.”
That deep voice belonged to the very person I hated. It was Amy. I deliberately chose to stay silent, letting her ramble on about whatever she wanted to.
Amy: Won’t you greet me at the door, Doctor?
The playful tone had confirmed that she would tease me.
Jay: What do you mean? Are you here?
I finally spoke, eyes rolling in misery.
Amy: You look hot in blue, always. Your hair is a mess, quite wild for a man who preaches modesty and is a former medical professional. Your patients might die at that sight.
She was being serious when she said she was here?
I looked down from the balcony where I was standing, and I was greeted by the sight of Amy, standing in all her glory with her devil’s advocate outfit, all black and sharp. Her back was casually leaning against the sleek black car that shone elegantly in the sunlight. With every visit, her car changed; it wasn’t repainted, and it wasn’t the same model either. I didn’t know how many cars she even owned to change them like damn clothes.
She held a bright, colourful bouquet, the only thing that looked delicate and tender in her rather grimy appearance, which made her look a little softer. Her other hand was holding the phone to her ear as her gaze remained unflinching on me. Anybody would mistake her for a man in this outfit. But damn, I didn’t mind it at all. I loved her as she was. And what bothered me was the distance she had created between us. Call it a communication gap, but it had me crumbling. I wanted her to be true to me, but all she does is reveal what she wants me to see and then disappear into thin air.
She had been haunting my life like a ghost, clinging onto me for some nameless forgiveness, which I wasn’t sure was even true. Her intentions screamed of possession and authority that she wanted back in my life. Never did she claim to love me, and yet she wore those rings on a chain around her neck like a promise, and it pissed me off. At this point, it looked like she was playing with my wits and calculating how much I was ready to compromise or bend to her will. And yet I was still smitten with her. I wanted to punch my pathetic self and run to her at the same time.
I couldn’t lie, but even at this distance, she had easily taken my breath away. My heart thumped wildly against my rib cage. Her gaze stayed unfazed, admiring me or maybe looking through my soul.
Amy: Stop biting your lips like that. It’s tempting.
Her teasing words made me snap out of my thoughts. I licked my lips, steadying my gaze as dead as hers.
Jay: Go back.
I spoke uninterestedly, wanting to avoid giving her any reason for my reaction.
Amy: I don’t take "no" as an answer.
Her voice deepened and lowered as she emphasised the no, looking more intense.
Jay: Wow, you own a fragile male ego who won’t take no for an answer.
The monotonous reply flew from me as I visibly rolled my eyes. She dared to smirk at me. Placing the bouquet on the car’s roof, she shoved her hand in her pocket as if challenging me. Maintaining her posture of sheer playfulness and seduction, she winked at me, and it had me turning scarlet. There was a moment of silence.
Amy: Well, weren’t you the one who flushed red and couldn’t answer my beautiful and simple question?
Her words, etched in my memory from our previous encounter at the orphanage, made my face flush. I looked away before peeking a glance at her, and I was very sure she was victorious about it.
Amy: Look at me, Conor.
She used my surname; I couldn’t believe she was literally flirting with me. Shaking my head, I chose to snap out of it, gathering myself as I composed my expressions and looked at her from above.
Jay: Where were you?
Changing the topic was a safer option to escape her teasing.
Amy: I..I had some unfinished work to complete.
She was definitely hiding something up her sleeve.
Jay: You could have let me know.
I mumbled.
Amy: Were you worried?
She chortled.
Jay: Your father was worried.
Her slight chuckle from earlier had vanished the moment I mentioned her father. There was silence, and I could see her shoulders tensing. She clearly hated her father and didn’t want to talk about it. She exhaled, finally looking back at me.
Amy: We can talk in the living room, don’t you think?
She insisted, her playful demeanour was back.
Jay: Uh...nuh. You can leave this very second. Don’t bother to lift your legs to step near the door.
I sassed.
Amy: I am tired, you see; driving back to my place would take time.
She brought her hand to her other shoulder, trying to act worn out. She twinkled her bright puppy-dog eyes at me, and it had effectively melted me. I noticed her stiff shoulders, and from what I remember, her injury was in the healing process, and it’s a long way to recovery. And she drove all the way here!
This woman is insane.
Jay: Come in.
I asserted before hanging up, giving her a death glare from the balcony. She looked stunned, not sure what had changed in my mood.
I briskly descended the stairs to the door, swinging it open. She was dumbstruck, yet she reluctantly extended the bouquet toward me, expecting to miraculously help my mood. And I was certainly not in the mood for flowers. She still stood awkwardly at the door. With that, I gripped her uninjured arm, dragging her inside while she was clearly bewildered.
Closing the door behind her, her eyes widened in surprise as they slowly relaxed again. She chuckled as she moved past me, completely brushing off her earlier curiosity about my mood.
I turned on my heel and leaned back against the closed door, crossing my arms over my chest as she walked far from me, intending to go to the kitchen for water out of habit.
Jay: Remove your blazer, right this instant.
She froze on her steps, slightly turning at my unusual demand. Her mouth was agape, as if she were contemplating whether what she heard was merely her imagination.
Amy: What?
She was dumbstruck. Yet she placed the bouquet on the nearby table, reluctantly stripping off her black blazer, revealing the black shirt beneath that clung to her curves like a second skin. She kept looking at me with concern and doubt, yet she didn’t question my intentions.
Amy: No weapons, if you’re concerned about that.
She blurted, hoping that her words were making sense to whatever she might be thinking of my demands.
Jay: Remove your shirt.
Amy: Huh...?
My dead gaze remained steady, alarming her that I was very, very serious.
Amy: I didn’t shed blood today, I swear.
She was rambling about random reasons, but she didn’t protest over my demands at all. With that, she hesitantly unbuttoned her shirt, one by one, stealing glances after every button to gauge if I wanted her to stop. She visibly swallowed after the last button. Shrugging her shoulders, she stripped off the shirt, letting it slide off her arms, but not letting the fabric completely fall off. Her innerwear was the only garment remaining with a loop of gauze dressed neatly around her injury and shoulder for support. She kept looking at me cluelessly.
I still didn’t move from the door as she spoke once again.
Amy: I didn’t torture someone, if you’re concerned about scratches.
When I didn’t move from my place, she hurled another statement, scratching the back of her neck in doubt. She was absolutely bewildered. I set my eyes dead on her, only to find them twinkling bright like a baby who had been curious. If she hadn't kept that signature resting-bitch face and dead-eyed gaze in her profession, she would have looked like a baby now and then as she looked at me right now.
Jay: Is that so? But you do mentally torture people, don’t you? You love to go missing every other week, which almost gives me a heart attack. What kind of hide-and-seek do you want to play with me?
I was giving her the same dead look that she always used for intimidation.
Amy: Just tell me what I did wrong to ruin your mood. You look like a dragon about to spit fire.
I dropped my hands to my sides, straightened my back, and shoved my hands into my pockets as I inched closer to her, close enough to be near but not touching. And God, it was too difficult to look mad if she kept looking at me like a baby. I was already melting. Yet I wasn’t going to let her see. Dropping my gaze, I assessed her wound; the number of gauze wraps had decreased. It was freshly dressed. She had taken care of her wounds well. It had certainly tended to calm me down. While I was engrossed in inspecting her injuries, she stood still. Looking at me with her bright, coy eyes, she would unintentionally show me. She looked so innocent and harmless, like a baby who was curious and found everything amusing. But only the people with firsthand experience of her nature knew the truth.
Once I was assured that her wound was healing perfectly, my gaze dropped to her waist, looking for any other potential wounds, but luckily, there weren't any. Which meant she wasn’t involved in any fights. The gleaming silver chain on her neck had caught my attention; those platinum, unmistakable, identical bands that she held so close to her heart had made my insides flutter. I inhaled a soft breath, taking a step back.
Finally meeting her gaze. She looked very, very curious, her brows furrowing in confusion. I swiftly grabbed her hand, sliding away the remaining fabric of her shirt, revealing her arms, one of which dripped with ink and intimidation and the other decorated with scars. I did have an urge to feel them, but I had to hold back.
The necklace on her wrist came into view with the holy cross dangling, and there were too many scratches and scars from cuts over her wrists to her elbow in various sizes; some were healed, and others were a little angry red, still healing. It wasn’t self-harm but a brutal attack, as if she had been hit by glass, and she might have covered her face in defence. Heaving a sigh, I let go of her wrist, dropping it.
Jay: You can leave.
With that, I brushed past her, walking away to the kitchen. Her mouth gaped like a fish out of water as if she wanted to say something, but I didn’t pay attention. Making my way to the kitchen, I casually started preparing a cup of coffee. I didn’t hear her say anything, nor did she follow me to the kitchen. All that was left was just silence.
I rather thought that she might have been obedient this time and given up on me. But I didn’t let my thudding heart and curiosity get the best of me. Calmly preparing my coffee, I walked out of the kitchen, my footsteps faltering at the very sight of Amy, who was now lying on the couch; her shirt had found its way back, and her blazer was deserted on the table along with the bouquet.
I sighed, walking up to her. She had closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep, her arms crossing her chest, legs tangled in a crossover on the handrest because it didn’t fit her height.
I rolled my eyes at her antics.
Jay: I told you to leave, not sleep in my house.
I grumbled, my annoyance almost pretentious, because deep down I was looking forward to her staying, which she did. She didn’t answer, keeping her sleeping act going. I stood beside her lying figure near the couch. Placing my cup on the table, I tower over her, crossing my arms on my chest, mimicking hers. I impatiently tapped my feet, wanting her to drop her act.
Jay: If you are not going to talk and keep up your act, then I might as well go back to my study.
With that, I swoop my cup of coffee and her bouquet beside the blazer, walking upstairs to the study room.
She still didn’t follow me. I didn’t know what game she was trying to play with me.
Stomping my feet at each step, I made sure she knew I wasn’t kidding; though childish, I did want her to talk to me. About something, anything, absolutely.
As I entered the study room, my shoulders slumped with the lost effort for the little attention I sought. Placing the coffee cup on the study table, I took a long look at the colourful bouquet. It was vibrant, beautiful, and fragrant, which made me smile and brought flutters to my stomach. I set the flowers in the nearby empty vase on the balcony. Tending to the petals and leaves to keep them neat and fresh as I worked leisurely on them, taking my sweet time.
Once I was satisfied with my work, I rose, realising my abandoned coffee was at the back, which must have gone cold by now. Turning on my heels, my heart almost leapt out of my chest, spotting Amy casually leaning sideways against the doorframe.
I wasn’t sure how long she had been standing there. Amy's gaze remained intently fixed on me, a small curve forming on her lips. I faked a cough, blood rushing through my ears and face. She had already seemed to notice; the ghost of a smirk on her lips curved up even further.
Jay: You startled me.
She stood up from the doorframe as she walked into the room, finding my bedroom turned into a makeshift study room.
Amy: Wow, you made a study room here; it looks like you have claimed my bedroom.
She spoke, amused.
Jay: Shouldn’t matter now.
Amy: So you are sure we’d share a room?
I choked on my breath. Amy had made herself comfortable on the table as she settled, legs dangling and feet almost touching the floor.
Jay: Tell me now. What are you here for?
I asked, catching her roaming eyes on the room and then back on mine.
Amy: I think I have made it abundantly evident.
She mumbled slowly, still looking around.
Jay: You are so arrogant. You disappeared for a week, and now you are here again to pretend.
I spat, wanting her to react. To tell me where she was.
Amy: Well, I do have an exhibition coming up. Be my plus one.
She matched my gaze, her smirk lingering, not completely answering my question.
Jay: And what makes you believe that I’ll be coming with you, apart from you kidnapping me?
I jabbed with my words.
Amy: The fact that you have cherished my token of apology.
She nudged the flower vase that had been decorated on the balcony.
Jay: Didn’t know it was an apology.
To which she simply shrugged, not looking away.
Jay: I don’t believe in destroying fragile, powerless things just because I don’t like a person.
I rambled out an excuse.
Amy let out a chuckle as she leaned back on the table, almost toppling over; her hands reached for a specific drawer at the back from where she sat at the opposite edge and fished out a candy from the bunch I had stocked there.
It was clear as day that she had all the updates about what I had been doing and my whereabouts. She was playing with me right now, and she did that on purpose. I saw her pause, her smirk dropping. Her gaze lingered for more seconds on the drawer. The playfulness from earlier had disappeared. I wasn’t sure what she had seen. I cleared my throat to grab her attention.
Jay: May I know your reason for the visit? I hope it’s not some stupid challenge or wish that you’d want me to complete.
I mumbled, almost annoyed, turning towards the other plants on the balcony, plucking the dry leaves from them. When I didn’t hear her reply, I turned back to look at her.
Jay: What do you want?
She didn’t move; her eyes stayed lowered to her lap, the stick of candy twirling between her fingers. Something was wrong. There was a moment of silence, a long, palpable pause.
Amy: As I said earlier, to apologise, to earn your forgiveness.
She uttered it.
Jay: What would you do once I forgive you? Would you leave me alone?
Putting away the dry leaves, I covered the few strides of distance from Amy as I stopped right before her. Placing my hands on the study table, I caged her, inching closer to her face.
Amy: I would do that if you wanted. I will leave you alone.
I sighed, my eyes skidding on her rolled-up sleeves that exposed her scarred wrists; some were deep and would stay for life. The ink of her tattoo peeked through her sleeves. I wanted to take my sweet time admiring her, but her words right now did not match her actions.
Jay: How did you get injured?
I muttered, cursing under my breath. She didn’t reveal how she got shot or why she was targeted.
Amy: I.. I got caught in a crossfire. It was a rescue mission with the military. Their rules are unreasonable because they do not allow attacking first. People die for no reason.
She blabbered, complaining about the rules she didn’t like. Even after leaving the underworld, she chose the riskiest job again. I didn’t know if she was intentionally playing dumb. She’s a smart woman, a strategist who could earn a fortune even while asleep, and yet she chose such ridiculous suicide missions.
Jay: Would you leave the military if I asked you to? I might forgive you.
I blurted unconsciously, my inner thoughts spilling out before I could even stop them. Her lowered gaze snapped up at me, her eyes brimming with surprise.
Amy: I will. But wouldn’t you hate me? I am a criminal at the end of the day, even though I'm dead on records. I have blood on my hands.
What was she playing at? Months ago, she had followed me, tracked me, and crossed my vicinity to get my attention, wanting me to be stuck with her for life, and now she was talking about me hating her. What was she thinking?
Jay: Wow, what’s with the sudden change of heart?
I joked.
Amy: You did see the evidence, didn’t you?
She whispered; her closed palm revealing a pendrive. The same pendrive that she gave to Alex before she left 2 years ago, before the factory blast. It was in the same drawer as the candies she had spotted.
I swallowed, finally understanding what she meant. When Amy claimed that the pendrive contained evidence and proof of all the black business of her clan's underworld, she was not kidding. She did leave proof for us to surrender to the officials.
I did check the pendrive once I had made up my mind. It took me 3 months to go through the files, and for the next two months, I couldn’t sleep peacefully and had already lost my appetite. The pendrive held the very dark side of humanity.
It was cruel, gruesome, and evil. It had human trafficking records; records of all drug deals, ammunition, and secret experiments that involved torturing humans and animals; and illegal organ-selling black markets. It had hour-long videos of torture methods on individuals who were under captivity or simply betrayed the clan. There was CCTV footage, both current and from years back. It took me an immense amount of courage to watch all of it. I remembered puking right after one of those torture videos.
The members of the clan were trained to be killing machines. They were trained for torture and all the things that inculcated cruelty.
I had recognised Amy in one of the videos that dated when she was only a 15-16-year-old teenager; bathed in blood, she had tortured individuals in cold blood. She had killed people for the sake of her survival; she was turned into a killing machine. As the years progressed, her killing techniques became both neater and crueller, and her earlier hesitation was replaced by a meaningless intent to kill, resulting in a bloodbath that brought her satisfaction.
It had chills running down my spine, my mind numb from the content consumed. If a normal person were to witness such cruelty, they would have a breakdown by now.
She had found solace in killing, and I wasn’t sure if it had kept her motivated until now, the only twist being her intent and tagging along with the military rather than being a criminal labelled as a hero. Those videos did make me realise why people feared her; she was not someone to be messed with.
She revealed herself as a woman after years because she knew she was strong and invincible. She was powerful enough to face all the demons in the world, and she had nothing to lose. She was okay with being the monster and took pride in the title. Something that started as a forced training, it was now a medium for her to satiate her bloodlust.
After our marriage, we were under attack very frequently, and I would always collapse before I could find out her worst side. Now that I realise I never actually knew what happened after the rescue, whether those gang members were ever arrested or simply buried in a deserted forest. I believe the latter option was true.
Amy: You must loathe me.
Her words caught my attention. It lingered somewhere between guilt, uncertainty, and doubt. As if she were okay being evil, but not for me.
Jay: What if I say I don’t?
Her eyes flickered to meet mine. She looked surprised.
Amy: Why did you not hand it over to the cops? It had all the evidence needed to nab the entire clan.
She jittered.
Jay: Couldn’t risk it. If it were only me, I wouldn’t have cared much, but the orphanage would be in danger; the kids would suffer the consequences of my actions. So it was better buried.
I stated ruefully, with tender words in explanation.
Amy: The version of me that you saw in there is something I cannot defend. I was evil, a bitch at that, and I wouldn’t give a damn about lives until it benefited me.
She was being honest with me for the first time; if it were her past paranoid version, where she saw me as a threat, she would have ended our conversation with a snarky remark of hers, and all the progress would have gone down the drain. She didn’t meet my eyes while fidgeting with the candy as if her life depended on it. She was nervous.
Jay: You enjoyed it, didn’t you? You definitely loved the power. And you desperately sought more of it. You had a change of heart when you handed this evidence.
I looked at her, partly amused, while she sighed in response, slowly putting away the pendrive on the table, continuing to fidget with the candy between her fingers.
Jay: Looks like you regret giving this pendrive. Maybe you should have burned it.
I carefully teased, coaxing her to look at me, but she didn’t. She looked like a child who was guilty of stealing candy.
Jay: I realise now that it was one of your ways of telling me that you didn’t have any plans to come back because you regretted your past actions. I see it now. You were on a suicide mission. You deliberately intended to die, and somehow Edward had taken your place.
Her shoulders slumped, confirming my statement.
Amy: You made me ditch my plans. I never knew that after two years, I would be sitting in your study room in our very house, and you would be looking at me as if you'd eat me if I made you any madder. I thought it was better if you hated me as a person; it would be easy for you to move on from me. But you didn't. Why?
Amy: You don’t hate me as a person?
She asked almost apologetically, her guarded walls crumbling. She was vulnerable in front of me, and all I wanted was to hold her and make her mine. She was finally taking steps to be open and honest with me. But it made me doubt whether it was one of her tricks again, meant to manipulate me. I wanted to test her, so I stabbed her with the cruelty that came with a price.
Jay: You’re more pathetic than you show. You wished to die, yet you’re still breathing. You still dare to show up at my door in the name of forgiveness when we both know you're not here for that! Tell me what keeps you alive after regretting your actions. Tell me, Amy, what would you do with your life once you have earned my forgiveness?
I pushed my words aggressively, lifting her chin with my finger so she looked me in the eye.
Amy: I don’t know. Kidnap you and lock you up with me.
She joked nervously, fiddling with the candy.
Jay: Well, what are you willing to do for me, Amy?
I persuaded firmly, catching her attention.
Amy: Anything and everything.
She didn’t hesitate.
Jay: Are you sure?
I doubted.
Amy: You have my word.
She assured me.
Now all that was left was silence as Amy stared down at her lap again, occasionally stealing glances over my shoulder but not meeting my eyes. My gaze flickered towards her exposed collarbone; her shirt was untidily buttoned, revealing the silver chain in the process.
I didn't change my position, leaning even further, until Amy’s legs were parted and I settled in between. I had finally lifted my finger to touch her. Slowly sliding away the bangs that covered her forehead, revealing a hidden scar beneath them on her eyebrow that ended in the middle of her eyelid. Though the marks were faint, they would stay for life. I didn't understand why she looked more ethereal than before; those scars only added charm to her beauty.
I exhaled a sharp breath, taking my hand away. My other hand reached for the chain gleaming over the collarbone, slightly tugging it with a smooth pull of my index finger; the rings caught the light of the room, gleaming like a joyful dream.
Jay: Why do you have them? If you planned never to meet me again, why keep any of our memories?
I rumbled, glancing at the wooden necklace that adorned her wrist like a bracelet.
Amy: I…I don’t know.
She spoke with uncertainty, uncomfortably shifting on the table while I instantly brought my hands back to where they were before, caging her again, fearing she would escape like she always did.
Jay: You asked me if I hated you, and I would answer you with another question. Do you love me, Amy?
I finally mustered the courage to ask her a question whose answer I was not ready to hear. But it would eat me alive if I didn’t.
Amy didn’t speak; she froze. Her lips parted with a silent gasp as she looked up at me. I knew she could see the madness in my eyes, how desperate I was to hear her answer, and how much control I was losing with each passing second.
Jay: Answer me.
I demanded, almost reaching the edge of insanity. But all she gave me was silence.
Jay: Tell me.
I leaned closer, almost pleading.
Amy: I cannot answer it.
With that, she tried pushing me away, but she was in for a surprise; I wasn’t going to budge. I kept her caged with my body, not letting her escape until she answered me.
Amy: Let me go.
She asked nervously, partly shocked by my actions.
I could hear my heart skipping beats, my brain numb. She couldn’t answer it. She wanted to leave. Well, who was I to stop her?
Jay: Fine, you cannot answer my question, and I would take it as a 'no.'
My heart clenched at every syllable that left my lips, and it was driving me insane. My voice kept breaking through my inner turmoil, but I didn’t look away; I held her gaze and saw her expression shift as if she wanted me to prove otherwise but did not utter a word.
Jay: Give me the rings.
I struggled to speak, my vision blurry with unshed tears.
Amy: Why?
She stiffened.
Jay: Why not? You said you’ll do anything for me. Do it.
She looked at me with fear blooming in her brown orbs. Why was that? She swallowed, bringing her hands to her neck, reluctantly unhooking the clasp of the chain, letting it fall into her hand as she hesitated, but still placing it on my palm.
I stared at the rings in my palm; they looked as if they were cherished and polished regularly to keep them new and precious. She held care for it like a secret she would rather not reveal. What did she fear?
My heart thundered wildly as I kept staring at the rings, a lone tear from my eyes dropping onto them. I finally looked up at Amy, whose eyes were as glossy and red as mine. But her orbs held fear and uncertainty; mine held desperation and longing. What was stopping her? I held her gaze steady, with determination, and I wasn’t backing down.
Jay: Since your answer is no. Why cherish these stupid rings?
With that, I jerked my hand away, throwing the rings along with the chain out of the window from where I stood. I heard Amy gasp in disbelief as she unconsciously grabbed my shoulders in reaction to try to stop me, but she was too late. She couldn’t believe her eyes.
Amy: Why the fuck would you do that?
She thundered, snapping her gaze back at me, her voice rising in fury as she gritted her teeth. She harshly tugged at the fabric of my collar, forcing me to look at her. And all I did was laugh in her face.
Jay: Why? I think a worthless piece of trash is better off thrown away.
I mocked sarcastically. And I saw her anger bubbling. Our faces were centimetres apart. Her harsh, fuming breath hit my face. I thought she would strangle me, but she rather took a deep exhale, releasing her hooked fists from my collar.
Amy: You’re not in your right mind. We’ll talk later. Let me go; I need to find—
She tried to push me again, wanting to escape, but I still didn’t budge. Holding her by her waist, I kept her still as she kept squirming under my grip. She had an effortless chance to punch me in the face; she could have easily overpowered me. But all she did was struggle and squirm. Her eyes were red, nerves-penetrating and burning. The flash of hurt was evident on her face. Why wasn’t she hurting me?
Jay: Why does that trash matter to you more than me?
I pressed another question, desperately seeking answers. I wanted her to snap. But all I could see was hurt, agitation, and fear. The air between us was intense. I was being pathetic at this point.
Amy: Stop this.
She demanded.
Jay: No, I want this to end. Once and for all.
I bit back. She sat still under me. Her eyes that held fear became unreadable like before.
I took a deep breath, trying my best to stop shaking, the adrenaline raging in my veins from what I was about to do next.
Jay: You chose to ditch my promise, but I’m not a liar, unlike you. I keep my promises, and I’ll fulfill them.
I whispered, letting her contemplate what would be coming next.
Amy: Doctor-
I didn’t let her speak as I let my hand sneak inside her shirt, gripping the bare skin of her waist while the other reached for the back of her neck. I leaned down and pressed my lips on hers, not gentle or tender, but like a man who devoured and savoured her, hot and raw, letting her know how much I yearned for her.
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