kiss me

"if you're trying to make me jealous, try it with someone who could give me competition at least." He said as he drove the car while his red face said otherwise. Poor guy was a little insecure. And I am angry. I am going to make him regret every second of his decision of taking me with him against my will.

"Like your brother?" I say.

He started driving rashly. Rash to the point that anybody would easily call him a psychopath. The car was driving at 270 mph. I couldn't see anything around me. The speed was overwhelming and too much to process or handle.

"Stop!" I scream.

"There's a cliff in 2 kilometres. Let's jump this car from there and die together." he said laughing like a monster he is.

Is he sick? Of course he is.

"Are you insane? Die alone if you want to. Don't kill me!" I shout.

We are very close to the cliff. Barely a few metres. The car's speed didn't seem in any mood to stop.

I am prepared for death.

I close my eyes to remember the moments of my life and hope for a peaceful death.

The life I am living isn't any better than death anyway.

Suddenly he turns the car to the right and we hit a tree. It was rough.

"If you dare to speak about him ever again, I swear I won't turn the car next time" He said dangerously looking at me.

I am sorry. "Look at how insecure and pathetic you are." I fake laugh.

"Maybe I'd have not been so pathetic and insecure if you didn't cheat on me." He said, making me stop my fake laugh.

Okay he's hurt. He's upset. But I couldn't care less.

I look at him while he's driving. His veiny hands are so hot. I want them all around my body.

"I want ice cream, asshole." I demand.

"You're going to need punishment to make you learn some manners." He looked at me seductively with his charm which I couldn't resist.

"Punish me." I said. Wtf, why did I say that? I need to be punched.

"Oh." He said.

"Start driving." I said trying to avoid the weird and uncomfortable situation I got myself into because of hormones.

"So you were saying something." He said while driving. His eyes on the road. Mine on him. It's raining.

Intrusive thoughts are screaming at me right now to open the car door and just jump.

"Lower my window." I tell him in a desperate attempt to change the topic because the damage is already done and nobody has invented a time machine yet to go to the past and correct our mistakes.

But is it even life if it's perfect?

He lowers my window without an argument. I am shocked.

"Why didn't you protest like you always did?" I ask. Out of utmost curiosity. He doesn't like it when I lower my window in the car. He used to think it's unsafe and not private. Weirdo even purchases cars which give him control buttons for all the windows. He likes power. In everything.

"It's just. I really missed hearing 'lower my window' from you. If only you knew how many times I've fantasised having you by my side again and hearing that from you in the past 4 years." He said with water filled eyes which showed sincerity.

Old Darlina would've melted. But the new me, whose parents are kidnapped by him, whose bestfriend was burnt by him few minutes ago and whose soul was crushed by him few years ago doesn't give a fuck. I don't care.

The weather is nice and beautiful. I love rain.

"I am sorry for everything." He said.

"Just not sorry for burning your friend's lips which dared to touch what's only mine to claim." He said after a pause.

"Are you sorry for not trusting me when I said I didn't cheat on you?" I ask him with hope.

Hope is what keeps us all alive. Hope is the essence of life. Hope is the reason for the continuation of the existence of the universe.

And at this moment, I truly hope Arnold says yes.

Just trust me for once. And I promise, I will never hurt ever again. I will never leave you. I will love you with all my life within me and make you the happiest man.

Just say yes, my love. Just trust me for once.

"No." He said breaking my hope and heart. Shattering them both into a million puzzled pieces.

"Let's get down for ice cream, my flower." He said as he stopped the car by an icecream shop.

"Shove it in your ass." I said.

He gets down and brings me my favourite ice cream. Weird that he still remembers. "Here." He said.

I am mad but I can use it. I take it from him and start eating while he starts driving again.

"You know, It's super ironic that you don't trust me but claim to love me." I say while looking out from the window trying to control my tears which were begging to come out while the pleasant rainy weather's air softly kisses my face.

"I love you. But I am a logical man who has seen you naked with my brother with my own fucking eyes. I am not an idiot. I just don't understand why you keep lying about not cheating, while I am willing to crush my self respect into pieces, forgive you, accept you and start afresh because I love you." He said as if he's doing me a favour by loving me.

Can this car ride end already? I can't bear this asshole anymore.

"I don't need your charity love, you asshole." I scream at him.

"Stop being overdramatic." He said without caring to look at me.

"I think your parents equally hate me at this point." I said. They used to love me like their own child before. But after all this cheating and divorce drama. I don't really know what their point of view is on this. A part of me wishes that at least they would trust me.

"Well, their elder son was a drunk depressed loser until last year because of your betrayal so for obvious reasons my parents dislike you now." He said.

"Fair enough." I said. I am hurt. But ice cream is tasty.

"It's alright. I will convince them. They'll love you again. Don't worry." He said as he placed his hand above mine in a consoling manner.

"Why are you acting like it was me who was dying to come with you?" I said harshly.

He blackmailed me about my parents and took me with him. I hate everything about this.

"just shut up Darlina, can you? or else I won't hesitate to keep your mouth shut using my ways." He said.

"Kiss me." I said.