My tears kept on falling while I hear Atlas breathe heavily above me. He was enveloping me like he's afraid to lose me. Like I'll run away.
“Are you done?” I asked. I lifted my stare to him. His thick brows and creased forehead greeted me as his eyes raked at the face. I blinked a few times to pull my tears back.
Atlas removed himself and rolled to my side. I can clearly hear his sighs and silent curses. The face of an angry person and the actions of a person filled with hatred.
Sometimes, I ask myself if he ever regretted what he did, but I immediately push those thoughts away. Why would he regret? I know that he doesn't like me from the very start. He hates me, so why would I hope?
“I'm not going with you tomorrow. I have to go somewhere with Trina. Don't ever barge into her café again, got it? Isn't it enough that I'm still stuck with you even if I don't want to?!”
I don't know where I should look. I didn’t know if I should look at Atlas again and beg him to come with me. I also don't know if I'm really numb or I'm just pretending to be. Why did he still couldn’t see the things that has always been there? Always there that he just needed to open his eyes.
I love him.
Is it really that hard to believe it?
I sighed, forcing to remove the clog in my throat. I tried to calm myself for the upcoming bitter feeling. I didn’t want to feel and look pitiful. I'm tired of feeling sorry for myself.
“I know. I won't go near her anymore.” I shook my head secretly. I know Trina's version was different from what really happened earlier. Even if I tell Atlas the truth, I know he won't believe me.
I smiled bitterly. When did he ever believe me?
“I’m sorry,” I said instead.
“I hope you learned your lesson.”
That's when I turned my head to him. My heart wanted to scream from what I said. Is that how low he looked at me? I want to hurt him and slap him but I'm too weak. I can't stand for myself because I know the truth. I know it's my fault. That I deserved what he did to me. A punishment for my selfishness.
Atlas left.me after saying those words. I remained in my bed and let myself stay naked. I felt so drained from what happened. My mind is also tired. Atlas can make me feel both physical and emotional pain. He can wreck me again and again. But I had to get used to this. I had to be numb to everything.
This wasn’t about me anymore. This is also about my career. The name that I've always been taking care of. The respect and inspiration that I was getting from the people. The trust of my father that has always been looking forward to my future and my children. This was about my whole life. The pain that I felt from Atlas lies from the things I didn’t want to be known and ruined.
I sighed. I would just let myself be drowned from the pain. Maybe that way, I could finally forget the situation that I was in. I would just let myself fall into slumber and be numb. . . for a while.
I woke up late the next morning. My head was throbbing in pain, and so was my body. I forced myself to get up and fixed myself. I have a very important patient for today. A VIP to be exact.
I hurriedly got out of my room. I was wearing my usual outfit, skinny jeans and a sleeveless black ruffled blouse. I was carrying my shoulder bag using my right hand. I was stunned to see Atlas at our kitchen. He seemed like he also just woke up and decided to have a coffee.
“Good morning,” I greeted him. I placed my bag at the table and gently got some bottled water out of the fridge.
“You're not gonna eat?”
I was stupefied. I turned to him from the doorway. My forehead was crumpled while he was busy with what he's doing. He's back was on me so I couldn't tell if I was just hallucinating things.
I wanted to open my lips and ask him if he was talking to me, but nothing came out of my mouth. It was like everything's hard to utter, like everything's impossible. In the end, I sighed. My shoulders were slumped as I walked out of the house.
When I got inside my car, I wiped all my worries away. I could never let myself be drowned in pain. I would always find a way on how to handle it. I would always be in composure and be professional. Why not? I already mastered the art of pretending.
Staying in love with the person who couldn’t love me back was a choice that I made. Staying with Atlas was the only option that I set for myself. Staying to be hurt has always been my consequence. I thought that just like me, other people also experience pain. Maybe my pain was just a little bit more than theirs.
I kept myself busy for the last hours of my work. I had a lot of clients. Different well-known personalities. There were a lot of visitors, relatives or acquaintances. There was also an invitation for a magazine at a guest interview from a medical show.
I shook my head while the time ticked fast. Some people needed me. They wanted me. But for Atlas, I was some random trash that could easily be thrown. Nothing. A burden. Unimportant.
It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when I got out of the clinic. I bid goodbye to my secretary and left her some important things. I drove to my Aunt's house who was my mother's sister. The family has a birthday gathering and everyone's invited.It will be held at their house in Forbes subdivision. They had a lot of menus catered and everyone had a gift except me. Everyone invited were also famous people. All were powerful and had well-known names.“Olive, when are you planning to have a child? I've been waiting for a grandchild for ten years!” Grandma smiled at me. We're currently at the dining table.Grandma's my mother's mom. She's already seventy but still beautiful. She's the president of one of the top cosmetic companies in the country, while
I left Dad for a while inside the VIP room. I decided to go to the bathroom to freshen up. My Dad was a good conversationalist that he did not leave any questions behind. I think he asked almost everything that relates to me. And I answered all of it with lies.I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked pitiful. I was not a fan of lying but I needed to, even if I felt like my solu's getting burned in hell. It hurts me everytime I lie, butI didn’t have a choice.I washed my face, not minding if my light makeup gets erased. There's no reason to be beautiful. In Atlas' eyes, I was the most ugly and wicked woman he knew.“Oh, look who’s here.”I abruptly shifted my gaze fro
I stayed at my Dad’s house for one week. I skipped work and decided to cancel all my meetings. I thought of resting from all the stress that I was feeling. I want to unwind and relax.I didn't inform Atlas because we don't really inform each other of our schedules. I can say that we're not close. We were two different people that were binded only because of marriage. A marriage that he didn't like but was forced to because of me.LBefore I went home to South Ridge Village, I decided to stop by my clinic first. I got some of the papers and documents of my patients. I decided to read those papers at home. It was six in the morning and I had all day to scan it.I smiled as I maneuvered my car. I reminisced about the happy days with my dad. When we went to another co
I left Atlas in the kitchen after I said those words. I felt like if I stayed longer, my tears would stream down endlessly. I'm not mistaken, because after a few steps, my tears fell.It hurts.It hurts because I know that I'm just forcing myself to not be hurt by everything that's happening. I know that I'm cheating on myself, making me believe I'm strong and I will fight. But the truth is. . . I'm already wrecked, and I don't know if it's still possible to fix.I walked straight to my room. I locked my door before I sat on my bed. I held my chest and tapped it gently. My tears kept on falling and I could hardly breathe.I asked myself if I should just be like this everytime? Crying and hiding? Be
Seconds passed before I managed to push Ramn away from me. My eyes were wide as I looked at him. I can't utter a word. I was too baffled by what happened. I don't know what to do first, slap Ramn or meet Atlas' eyes that's been boring holes in my skin.I blinked many times to calm my raging heart. But, the moment I tried to say something to Ramn was the same time I felt someone grab my waist. The man behind me punched Ramn straight to his face.I blinked again. Even if I keep on denying, I know that my heart's not deceiving me. I know who's the man behind me because the scent of his musk has been engraved in my soul."Fuck you, moron!" Atlas shouted angrily. He pulled me out of the pool and carried me like a sack. I heard him cursing under his breath while I am still s
Atlas kissed me rough. Like he could erase his anger through a kiss. I tasted the blood from my lips. I badly wanted to push him away but just like every time, I couldn't. His arm was snaked around my waist while his other hand held my head.I shook my head when he let go of my lips. My eyes were full of begging while staring at him. He was staring at me, too. I forcefully pushed his body using my hands."No, Atlas. Please," I whispered.Atlas shook his head and pulled me close to him. He bit my lower lip so I'll ope n my mouth. It hurts, but after a while, it changed. Its rhythm became calm, like it was enthralling me. Like every pain he inflicted can vanish because of it.I closed my eyes. My body was almost froze
I glanced at my wristwatch. I shook my head when I saw the time. It is exactly three in the afternoon. One hour before meeting with Montreal.I sighed. I still can't believe that gay attorney made me agree. He used his scheming tactics on me, except for my interest when I heard Trina's name who was behind everything.I balled my fist. She will never get away with this. I've had enough. I already accepted the reality that she's Atlas' mistress, but I could never accept her attempt to humiliate me. I will make sure that she'll pay.After some time, I brought my attention back to the papers that are scattered around my table. I looked into it one by one. Being a good psychiatrist in the Metro means having the biggest responsibility. I had things to take care of and things to hi
Kraius and I ended up at a resto near BGC. It's already past six in the evening. We both felt hungry so we agreed to just eat dinner. We ended up at a turkish restaurant. I was a bit surprised when he said that he's half turkish.I ordered my usual salad and steak. I'm not really a fan of heavy foods in dinners. I'm usually fine with just juice and lettuce. Kraius, on the other hand, ordered a Kebab and Köfté. We both like orange juice."Is that fine with you? No wonder, you're so thin," he playfully said, his brows were raised at me. He was holding a fork with kebab."Stop staring," I scoffed.I brought my attention back to my food but Kraius was really a bother. I can feel his intense gaze towards me.