Chapter 6

4 years later 

Tom's pov

I have been pacing around my office, he is back in town, I stand no chance, she loves him, will I be able to let her go? I love her she means the world to me.

A knock interrupted my thoughts  " if you love your life you will leave my door at this moment" I roared at whoever was at the door.

"Sir your sister is downstairs waiting for you" my assistant replied, I have to say he is a good assistant,  he understands me better and can stand my rude behavior. 

I pulled my chair aside and stood up, she better be here for a good reason if not she is good as dead to me, I muttered under my breath.

I opened the door and followed my assistant who was walking as if the world is on fire. " finally he decided to grace us with his presence " my mother sarcastically mumbled.

"Mother I think the situation has worsened I'm not in the mood for jokes I'm so close to losing her" for the first time in my life I felt helpless, why not me why can't she love me as she loves him, 

" More reason your sister and I are here, you need to act fast, you have her she is yours just think Tom you can't let her go now"

My mom was right I was strapped between true love and being alone for the rest of my life, I have to claim her, make her mine at all cost.

My mom and I were making plans on how to win this up coming battle, my sister was extremely quiet for her usual talkative self which is not like her, she is a chatterbox.

" a penny for your thought" she shook her head and cleared her throat, " I think we need to come clean to her and let her decide what she wants, lying to her will make things worse than they already are" 

I hate to admit it but she was right, but chances are even if I come clean she might still leave me and I will lose her, she is my addiction, the only reason I am trying so hard in this thing called life, I can not risk losing her.

"I think you were just fine with your mouth closed cause now you shitting on our heads" I roared to her she flinched a bit and glared at me. 

" you are more than welcome to screw yourself more than you already have but do not involve me, our relationship is different and if I lose her, I will never forgive you ever" she stormed out of the room, this is my first time seeing her this cared and angry I guess this whole thing was not only taking a toll at me but also on her.

" don't throw stones in a glass house Grace" I shouted feeling frustrated. 

Mom promises to talk to her and make her understand, she has a habit of doing things impulsively especially when she is scared.

She assured me that everything will go as planned nothing will spoil our plan, I needed to hear those words I desperately needed someone to tell me that everything is going to be alright, I need to find myself in Mercy's arms. 

I could not concentrate at work, I just packed my files and headed home, as soon as I was standing at the door I contemplated whether to go inside or just drive around, what am I going to say when I walk in, how do I stop the pending doom, I finally decided to face her, looking in her eyes and lie is hard now It is harder.

I opened the door, my worries faded the moment my eyes landed on her dancing and singing along while cooking, I wanted this moment to last for eternity,  she did not hear me because of the headset in her ears I took slow and steady steps I held hugged her waist from behind and inhaled her scent, she jumped in shock and almost tripped.

" do you want to give a heart attack?" She screamed at me, she can not blame me for hugging her, I did not ask her to play the music loudly, I never voice that out though. 

I pulled her to my chest and kissed her at first she did not reciprocate the kiss I guess she was still trying to register what was happening I couldn't care less I just wanted to kiss her, hold her in my arms, shield her from this cruel world and let my love and blood be her refugee.

She kissed me back we had a lip battle we forgot where we were until I smelt something burning she jumped out of my arms " shit my chicken" she ran to the oven and tried to take out the chicken, she burnt one of her fingers my heart twitched, I strode to her and took he hand to my mouth and licked the bruise she received from the oven. I felt guilty for attacking her with that kiss.

" see what you have caused my chicken is burnt" she had tears in her big eyes, I wanted to laugh at her but  I held my laugher, she never ceased amaze me, we have lots of chicken in the freezer, she can't even boil water to save her ass and here she is cooking, I guess I was going to sleep with a full stomach of burnt or tasteless chicken, but I appreciate her for trying  atleast even though she will use me kissing her as an excuse for her burnt chicken, I chuckled.

"Sorry babe I got carried away, I just missed you a lot today, I couldn't help myself when I walked in"

She pouted " next time give me a heads up so that I can switch off the stove" 

I mentaly scolded her, he'll no there is no next time, you will burn down the kitchen but didn't voice that out I can't discourageher.

"go and sit down over there" I pointed at the couch, then began searching for our medical aid box, her finger was swollen and red, I tended her wound after that I went to take a quick shower then went back to Mercy, I found her watching cartoons I do not like them I think they are for kids, I once tried to voice out my opinion but we ended up having an intense argument.

Mercy's POV

The past few days Tom has been acting weird, he comes home early, too clingy and needy but also treats me like an egg, he is usually clingy and treats me like an egg but this time around the scale has increased.

I also noticed some other changes he receives long phone calls now and then, the cool and collected guy I know evaporated into thin air, he loses his temper during his phone calls, he cusses a lot, to top it all he smokes.

Today he came back early and exhausted I welcomed him home with a pack on his lips, he hugged me tight as if I would disappear in his arms " Tom what is going on?".

I could not keep quiet anymore I wanted to know what's eating him up. " nothing" he replied with irritation."that is enough Tom, I can not walk around with fear of your mood swings you like a chameleon  when it changes its colors you never know when red's gonna pop out or green, you even smoke" 

He sighed "  I am sorry it's just that work is stressing me out, we have an old rival that went abroad for 7 years, and now he is back to get everything that we have"

I pulled him to my favorite couch, he seated down and I seat on his lap" baby you know all businesses have rivals your company is not the first one to have some competition, besides I think a little competition won't hurt, you get to up your game a bit, I trust you and your boss, come on a smile for me and stop being cranky it makes you look old and ugly" I tried to lighten up his mood with my last sentence.

He smiled but that smile was short-lived " he is not like other, rivals he is out for blood Mercy he will do anything to get what he wants and I cannot stand aside and watch him take everything I care about, I would rather die"

His words left me a bit shaken, are we still talking about business here or something else? 

.........

Weeks passed by Tom's temper was at its peak, and his jealousy and insecurities I did not know existed from the begging of our relationship slowly but surely showed up as a surprise guest, it got to an extent where I was not allowed to go out anymore.

According to him, it is not safe for me to be seen out alone, the are dangers lurking outside, his behavior made me feel like I am held as a hostage.

I could not take it any longer I confronted him, we fought for the first time we had a huge fight and he left me in our apartment that night he did not return, I waited for him to come back but he never showed up I felt like I'm drowning with my head deep under the water, I couldn't breathe I needed air knew that if Tom was here I would be able to breathe with my head underwater, he has been my cure for anxiety for the past 5 years.

My hands were shaking, my head was pounding like someone was inside with a hammer, I wanted to scream, I felt like the walls were closing up, my vision was blurry i realised that i was crying only when felt warm liquid hitting my hand it clicked to me that I have been crying I haven't cried since he left me now Ton has left me too.

I touched my cheeks to wipe off the tears but they kept of raining while the thunderbolts in my head got worse, it did not feel like someone was using a hammer anymore it felt like thunderbolts the more I cried or sob the more my headache skyrocketed.

I wobbled up from the mattress in search of my cellphone I had to get out or else  i will die, my body was super heavy for my numb legs I forcibly dragged them to move  I finally found my phone on the kitchen floor the first person who came into my mind to ring was Tom but I remembered that he left in a fit of anger, he will not pick my calls, I dialed Grace.