Chapter 15

Chapter 15

“Elijah, slow down.” I said when he was not walking with me anymore, he was dragging me, taking his huge steps.

He was not facing me. I can only see his back, but I could feel and see how furious he is up until now. We left the party with the scene he created. I do appreciate how he shielded me, stood up for me from that unknown man when I was getting drunk already.

“Elijah!” I exclaimed and pulled my hand out of his grasp when I almost trip on my heels. He's dragging me so swiftly that I could not take my steps slowly!

“S-Stop,” I uttered, chasing my breath.

“I will trip if you continue dragging me,” I bit my lower lip as I looked at my feet. It's already hurting because of these heels.

“Get in,” it didn't just come out of his mouth, it was a command.

Our car parked in front of us and I remained standing there.

“Look, I know that you're mad, Elij—”

“I said get in,” he said, firmer than earlier. It made me froze.

“Elij—”

“I SAID GET IN THE FUCKING CAR!”

My lips parted in surprise, it startled me. For countless times, he transformed into a monster that I fear the most. My heart was pounding while I was staring directly into his dark eyes at me.

My mind was already traveling to something that might happen. For numerous times, Elijah shut me up again. I found myself getting in with my hands shivering. I saw how the driver eyes the two of us from the rear mirror as Elijah followed me as well.

I couldn't be at peace. I kept biting my lower lip with the deafening silence that was invading the two of us in the car. I was trying to feel the ambiance—his ambiance. When we arrived back home, I didn't waste any time and came out of the car immediately. I cannot stand the silence anymore, it's fucking killing me.

I became sober because of what suddenly happened at the party.

“Why are you with Gabriel?” That question from him made my feet glued on the ground. I was already running away to avoid any chaos and arguments that I never once won over him.

Fear was eating me up. I was scared to face him and have this topic, which he brought up by himself.

“E-Elijah,” I uttered. He lowered down his tie while his eyes were madly pinned at me.

“I'm asking you, Faith.” He said firmly.

“Elijah, I was just drinking the—”

“Really? Because I think you were seducing him,” I stepped backwards but it was too late. He was able to grab me on my arm the same way he grabbed my arm before and caused me a bruise.

He was squeezing it with all his strength to the point that I felt like it would break.

“Y-You’re hurting me,” I mumbled. My entire body was trembling and I was filled with great fear. I am losing my strength slowly and all I can feel is the pain he's giving me from his bare hand.

“Elijah! Please!” I begged once again as if he was gonna kill me and I am begging him to spare me.

He just dragged me inside with his one arm still on my left arm. I felt my tears welling out in the corner of my eyes.

“I should have not brought you in the first place!” He exclaimed. I couldn't know him anymore with those sharp eyes of his that could surely kill me.

“I swear, I was not seducing that guy! I…I just can't stand all the people there anymore so I—”

“So you told me to excuse you, grab a fucking drink and seduce him, huh?! What are you, Faith? A fucking slut?!”

I didn't know where I got the strength to land my hand on his cheek as soon as those words came out of his mouth. I was too feeble already but I managed to slap him.

“I am not that kind of woman, Elijah! If I told you that I am not seducing him, I'm telling the truth! Between us, you should be the one to know if a woman is a slut. After all, you're the one who's fucking them, right?”

“Ms. Faith!”

“Don't you dare stick your nose with this!”

Blood. I tasted it on my lips when Elijah gave me back the slap I gave him. I knew from that moment that I already lost my strength. Everything became slow. It seems like I became deaf in one slap from Elijah. Is it because I drank earlier? Why do I feel dizzy? His slap, it was too much than mine. He was a man and he slapped me so hard to the point that I found myself on the ground, couldn't even stand up.

“Don't you dare talk to me like that! Why do you fucking care? Didn't I tell you? This marriage will be a damn hell to you! I told you many times that I will make sure to give back the same pain you gave us from Freya's death!”

“I didn't kill her,” I said with so much weakness. I glanced at him with no hope anymore, but begged him to pity me.

“And do you think I will believe that?”

Tears, that's all that he can see from me. If tears can only speak for me, I would not have to explain myself again. All my hopes vanished as I looked at him. I see nothing but anger from his eyes towards me. He's wrecked and I am wrecked, too. However, he wants to wreck me even more to the point that I can't pick myself up anymore.

“Didn’t you even treat me as a friend? A b-best friend?” My voice cracked. Slowly, all the memories we created with the friendship we had is fading.

I drew a tiny smile on my lips while tears were soaking my face. With my shivering and weak hand, I placed it on his cheek.

“Among all of you, I thought you would be the one to believe me. I thought, you would be the one to care for m—” he threw my hand away before I could even finish my words. Nothing changed from his firm and cold stare at me.

“You killed that Elijah you met the moment you killed Freya,” every word he lets go pierce my chest.

“If I saw you seducing a guy again, I'll make sure that you won't be able to stand up again,” he said, cupping my face before he let me go and left.

“Ms. Faith!”

When Marie came towards me and embraced me, I bursted it all out. I started to cry aloud like a damn kid telling her mother what the other kids did to her. She didn't say a thing; she only caressed my back and allowed me to pour it all out.

I thought Elijah stood up for me when the guy disrespected and forced me. I thought for once, he would believe me.

“I-I wasn't seducing him, Marie. I only grabbed a drink because I could not stand greeting and conversing with the people I didn't even know until that guy came and started to bother me. He was forcing me, Marie. I told him many times to let me go, but he didn't listen.”

For the first time, I saw Marie cry right in front of me. Pity. That's all I can see from her eyes. It tears her apart to see me like this.

“Ssshhh, I believe you, Ms. Faith. You're not that kind of woman that he thinks of you,” she tried to dry all my tears while I was at my worst. I looked like a damn mess—a damn rubbish on the floor who cannot even pick up herself and stand for herself.

“You should leave, Ms. Faith. Until when are you going to do this to yourself?”

“I can't,” I said and shook my head. “I don't have a choi—”

“You have a choice, you just don't want to make a choice. He slapped you like a woman with no value! This is the second time that he hurts you. Look at that,” she said, pertaining to another bruise he created on my left arm and to the bruise on the side of my lips. I can still taste the blood from it.

“Your cheek is burning because of his hand,” Marie added, which almost broke her voice.

“You do not deserve him,” she said. Those words aren't new to me anymore.

“Are you really willing to lose everything, even yourself?”

I could not answer. It was the hardest question to answer. Who am I, really? I'm a designer. I was able to build my own company without asking a penny from my parents. I am a famous designer with a lot of big time clients who come to me all the time. I have everything. Money, wealth, and all. But do you know what I do not have? Love. Love from the people that I treasure the most.

Ever since Freya passed away, my life became miserable. Or should I say that my life became even more miserable?

“Yes,” I replied beyond all my thoughts.

“Ms. Faith,” she said, begging me not to continue my stupidity.

“I'll do everything even if it means losing myself because I don't want to regret things in the future, Marie.” I shed the blood in my lips and stare at it on my finger.

“I'll turn a blind eye, until the old Elijah I met comes back.”

I am engraving that to the stone.

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