Married To My Bully by Sakshi C (read me like a book TXT) 📗

Let It Go

They say it takes only one smile to warm your heart but his smile froze me to the spot. The evil glint in his eyes rendered me blind to my surrounding. Now all I could focus on was his ominous smile, his bloodied knuckles, and his heaving chest. I gulped back my heart that had jumped up to my throat. What I witnessed mere seconds ago was still fresh in my mind. Him beating that man black and blue. He would have killed him if not were Aldrich and that other guy who pulled him off that poor chap. Guilt struck me with full force but more profound was fear that clamped around my throat.

I choked on my own breath when I saw him striding towards me. That creepy smile had long gone. But his set jaw and death stare was there to make up for that. I swear all I wanted at that moment was for the ground to open up and swallow me whole before he reached me. Instinctively, I took a step back to put as much distance between us as possible. But he wasn't having any. As he snatched my wrist and dragged me out of the room. No words were spoken.   

I attempted to dig my feet in the ground but his strength was unmatchable. 

"Alex let go of my hand," I said sternly while looking around. People we crossed by were ogling us with a clueless look. It was damn embarrassing. I didn't say a word after that, knowing that would only add to the drama Alex was creating. So, I tried to match with his pace so that it would look like we are holding hands instead of him dragging me. 

In a matter of minutes, we were in our room. He hauled me to the bathroom and threw me on the floor. I fell on my butt. I looked up to see flames of hatred still burning his eyes, making my flesh creep. He hadn't calmed down a bit. 

"Listen, I can explain," I said calmly. I didn't blame him for reacting the way he did after he saw me clinging onto another guy but beating that man almost to death was way over the line. He should have listened to me but I wasn't going to rake that up right now. I had to walk on eggshells around him. 

He clenched his jaw and crouched down to level his eyes with mine. His steely eyes bore into mine. 

"You're a whore," his tone deep but even. And it wasn't an accusation but a statement. 

His venomous words cut through my heart and filled it with hot rage. He called me a whore. 

My hand flew up of its own accord and swiftly landed on his cheek causing a sharp sound to reverberate across the room. His head tilted to one side by the impact. 

"You are disgusting" is all I could manage to utter through my shock and anger. Tears stung my eyes. 

He was smiling the same old sadistic smile when he turned his head to face me while giving me a malicious look. 

"Not more disgusting than a whore like you," he spat out menacingly. 

His judgy eyes and harsh words were sliced through my soul. No one had ever got me so hot under the collar. His condescending tone working as a kerosine to my already burning rage. My vision blurred because of the tears.

Consumed by anger, I raised my hand again to reward him with another slap but this time he grabbed my hand in the middle. His fingers dug into my already bruised wrists but that pain felt nothing compare to the pain he gave me through his words. I felt a droplet of tear traveling down my cheek.

He had a face like thunder. His gray eyes resembled a destructive tornado, ready to ravage everything in its way. And right now I was in his way. He clenched his jaw while looking daggers at me. I glared back at him with the same intensity. He wanted submission and that was not even on my list. 

"Either you like punishment or you are too stupid" he commented without looking away from me. I said nothing except for throwing a hateful glare at him. My insides were curling due to the pain his hold was causing me but I didn't so much as flinch. I held his nightmare-inducing gaze. 

I pulled in a sharp breath when he let go of my hand. We kept our eyes locked even when he got up. I noticed how my defiance was grinding his gears. He shot his hand out and spun the handle without blinking away from our staring contest. 

A shiver ran up and down my spine when I felt icy water raining down on me. He retreated and folded his across his chest with an amused expression on his face. Sadist. I didn't look away though. He waited for me to break down. Mirth washed down his expression when he realized that wasn't going to happen. I was drenched in cold water from head to toe. I was trembling like a leaf but this coldness felt trivial in comparison to his cold behavior. Once he realized I wasn't going to crumble this easily, he turned around and stormed out. 

He spun towards me again. My brows pulled together in confusion when I saw him clutching at the knob of the bathroom. 

"Enjoy your stay here," he swung the door closed. I jumped to my feet right that instant as his words sank in. Did he really just lock me in here. I sprinted towards the closed door not caring the shower was still on. 

I tried to spin the knob open but it was stuck. 

"Open the door," I yelled. No response came from the other side.

"Open the fucking door, Alex" I clapped at the door repeatedly to attract his attention. I had hit the roof by now.

"You can't lock me in here," I stabbed in the dark again. I wanted to call him an asshole but kept quite remembering what had it cost me the last time. So I settled on butthole. 

The bathroom as looking like a small pool as the shower was still on. I turned off the shower and banged at the door again with my shivering hand. The cold water had left me a trembling mess. I thumped the door until I felt exhausted.

We had come back to square one. His hot and cold behavior was driving me up the wall. His words hurt me more than any blow could. The hatred in his eyes felt real and too intense. But none of it hurt me more than that one word he addressed me with. WHORE. 

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