All Chapters of Twisted Pain: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The day was restless, while the night was getting hard to pass. Tonight I barely slept. I was turning left and right all night after coming home from my parents’ house. The smell of Lyra’s shampoo was on my pillow, and that was turning me on and making things worse for me. The sweet coconut and vanilla aroma of her hair took me back to the time when I was standing close to her in the living room and her perfume hit my nose.The way she was in bed a few hours ago. Peaceful, deep in sleep, just like a kid, it was a delight to watch. I saw her when she inhaled oxygen, her chest raised, the rhythm of her even breath, her auburn, long hair all over my pillow. It was hard sleeping on that bed of mine without imagining her. She was everywhere and was messing with my head.So, I gave up the bed around 2:30 and went on to sleep on the couch in my living room.Lyra was the reason for the pain in my neck, which made my neck stiff and my f

I did not know what I was going to do with the information that Viola provided me just now. Why would she do that? The answer was forthright. That was what she had done since childhood. She took away things that I liked. If anything or a person made me happy, she did her best to snatch that away from me, and right at this moment, that was what she was doing.The way she fixed her eyes on Nathan, the sultry smile, slow, lazy talk, she was flirting with my future husband right in front of me, and like a fool, I was watching all this.For as long as I remembered, Viola only said bad things about Nathan. Whenever she opened her mouth regarding Nathan, she said dreadful stuff about him to Owen, Brian, and dada, or whoever she talked to. If anything, she never mentioned this childhood kiss or any of her memories regarding Nathan that she was talking about now. The way she judged Nathan, and the Halls, was enough to confirm that she didn’t see him

This man was impossible to understand. His unpredictable mouth was another delinquent. He spoke his mind that was rare in a man, or maybe the kind of man I saw in my twenty-three years of life. He was different from all of them.My family’s men were mostly quiet. They only opened their mouths if that was important or needed, if not, they loved to stay mute. Brian, Owen, dada, uncle Josh all are like this, the serious kind of human being, although that may be wrong about Owen. He was the Joker of our family, but in the end, he was a McCoy, so, yeah; he had that curtain of seriousness in his prankster nature.Other few whom I dated over the years or ago, all of them were quite vigilant around me, even Brad, too. They tried too hard to be a gentleman, kept their guard high all the time, and that was frustrating. Sometimes I wondered if what I was doing with those men was romantic in nature, or was it just for a show?I didn’t get

Nathan put the ring on my finger at the lavish engagement party that was arranged by our families. Owen and Luke were busy all week for this party. They were constantly in touch with calls and texts, even met outside for coffee and dinner. It was a delight to see both of them friendly and not after their lives. I knew my brother was happy to go any further for my happiness, and that he did, which I was thankful for.We organized the party in a VIP hotel; booked the entire place, and invited all the people around Chicago to this party tonight. Luke and Owen went overboard with the invitation. Business associates, politicians, celebrities graced their presence at our party. There were at least thousands of guests whom I didn’t recognize, but Nathan was familiar with everyone. Every time someone came to congratulate him, he shook his hand with them and talked to them, smiling, and all of them had a story with him. Every single one I came across in th

Something was different in my house today. The instant I set my foot inside my house, a distinctive cloud sheltered me from all around me, and that unusual feeling bought a smile to my face. My living room felt a little altered to me. The change was nothing big but some pictures of Lyra and her family beside my pictures shelves. She placed different pictures here and there, and that brief touch made this living room ours.A warm food smell was coming from the kitchen, and that was another blow. As I walked towards the dining room, she set the table with plates, spoons, glass. Lyra was on her knee staring at the oven, so she didn’t see me arriving in the kitchen.“Hey.”“Oh, God” she jumped from her sitting position with a scream. “Oh, it’s you.” She put a big smile on her face and asked me, “How was your day?”“Never been better.” I took two steps towards her an