All Chapters of Submitting: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

If I just rolled over and stayed absolutely still, not a single blink, not a single breath, then maybe, just maybe, this will all be over. The urge to cry was so immense, and yet I couldn't even begin to let the crushing sadness take me, before the cracking headache took over and so did the deep nausea as I hurled everything out of my stomach right in front of everyone and on the lush carpet that was unlucky enough to be placed there. Acidity filled the air which further aided to the situation as I unfurled once again with much more vigour that I would have surely fallen into my own mess if Dimitri wouldn't have held my shoulders as soon as he did while also making sure to hold up my hair until I was done. "Here take some tissues." The worry in his voice felt nothing but ridiculous to me. I would have laughed out loud if only Liza wasn't standing at the doorway with horror in her eyes and Ivan's snake of a hand on her shoulder. "I suppose that's enough fun fo

The door closed, leaving the loudest echo I have ever heard. This whole situation felt too surreal as I stopped breathing and looked at Liza, waiting for her to say anything because I couldn't possibly even begin to. The anxiety that trembled me, paralyzed me the same, and the millions of swarming thoughts inside my head made it completely impossible to function."I'm so sorry if these pancakes taste a little too doughy, haha. I don't know how I messed up this simple recipe. I should have added another egg. Or maybe a little more of that baking powder. My measurements are always off, and you know how I hate reading recipes. And-" I knew Liza. It was sort of  a relief to know that some things about her were still same. All this mindless chatter was nothing but her not too sly way of hiding the far more pressing things she wanted to say."I missed the silly mistakes you make when you cook. It always made me smile." And did smile as I looked at her sad eyes that trie

Black for men and red for women. A strange norm that has been followed universally, which distinctively showcased the supposed beauty of those two genders in settings that are anything but casual and loud. It defined the event more, and addressed the general agenda of how the night is going to progress.  I looked down at myself, wondering if I was wearing or had been made to wear anything like that, but to my relief I was still in my comfortable sweatshirt and sweatpants in grey. Hair still oily and dirty from the several days of unwashed heaviness, skin dry, lips cracked, pale.  Such a contrast to the rest of the people in the room as they gathered round the table in their neat and polished attire, which can be achieved only through practiced care. It made sense now as I understood why I was let to be

A lone tear dripped down my cheek while the unwavering smirk still remained, coronated on my face. The jab that I received was hurtful indeed, but I was not going to let it kick me down. I could do this all day and night. Scream profanities at them, break them inside with jabs of my own and oh even if they didn’t show it outside, I knew that they were getting hurt all the same. Them being better at suppressing their emotions is the only field in which I would accept defeat. These men made up of dead and unemphatic matter are hard to come by, but just my luck that I was forced to live and be around two of them.“Oh, but poor Ivan, aren’t you the same? Aren’t you lonely as well? You think these two people sitting here, talking with you, like you? You think that they are spending time with you because you are his brother and I don’t even know what is happening between you two, but nonetheless, do you think that they prefer being around you

My heart pounded in my chest so loudly that I could almost hear it thump louder than the old floorboards underneath my feet. Cold and merciless as I stepped on them. It was funny or rather surprising how I was sweating so profusely even in  this biting chill of the night. It’s definitely going to be much more cold outside, but that is far more bearable than being trapped in this house even for a second. I reached the stairs and stopped, trying to listen for the slightest bit of noise in the still air that would give me an indication of my failure at being stealthy. What if they are still awake? What if their sleep is too light that breaks at the slightest bit of commotion? What if all of this is somehow their plan to punish me for my earlier indiscipline? Nothing. Absolutely nothing was heard as the seconds ticked by into minutes and moments of anxious d