Chapter 57

Without saying a word to her, he unbuttoned his shirt, took it off, and hung it on the crotch. With her heart pounding menacingly in her aching chest, she watched in terror how he took off his singlets and pants. Then he got into the bathroom.

After a bath, he put on his pajamas and lay on the bed without even looking at her. He was lying straight with his hands under his head, facing up. His breathing was slightly heavy and deep.

Feeling the tension in the room, Elodre was gazing at him with curiosity gleaming in her eyes. God knows she can't stay quiet like this. The atmosphere of the room was so thick and his silence was horrendous.

Should she say something?

Something like what?? She wondered. She could tell he was angry and she won't dare aggravate the situation. She sniffled quietly, stifling the cry that was about to outburst from her trembling lips. Weeping, she buried her face in the soft pillows to clean her tears. "C…C…Cay…" She whispered but couldn't say his name.

The room lights were still on. Glaring blankly, his brows were furrowed and she could see the veins on his forehead. That indicates how furious he is. He looked wild and…

Oh, God, please! She prayed inwardly. With one side of her ruddy tiny face pressed to the damp pillow, she was gazing at him. A mixture of hunger and fright was flickering in her wide eyes. She could feel a hard knot in her guts. She swallowed hard and opened her mouth to speak but no word aired out.

"C…Cay…Cay…den," She stuttered. "I…I…I…" She quivered, blinking out tears. No, she can't! She just can't!

"You what?" His low angry voice vibrated her eardrums and she blinked. "Elodre," He huffed, still facing up. "I said you what?"

But she fell silent. She just couldn't…

"I said you what?!!" He yelled, aggressively punching the bed and he accidentally hit her right thigh.

Yelping in pain, she shuddered as her hands flew down to her burning lap. It hurt excruciatingly, yet he didn't look at her.

"Damn you, Elodre!!!" Storming out of bed, he yanked her out of the bed by her arm. Grasping her tiny face with one hand, he was glaring down at her, his breath trembling in fury. "You've chosen to fuck with me at the wrongest time!!" He yelled at her, shaking her face viciously.

Trembling below him, her whole body flushed red…and her face reddened as his grip was harsh upon her. His long nails were pricking her flesh, leaking burning sensations all over her body.

"What the fuck were you saying earlier?!!" He roared. "Say the bullshit now!!!"

Upon her silence, he slapped her hard and she cried in pain. "Shut up!! Shut the fuck up!!!" He shook her violently as his eyes trailed down her body in an insulting manner."Look, don't you dare let me repeat myself! Do you understand?!"

Overwhelmed, she was sobbing and couldn't respond.

Slapping her again, he yelled, "Said do you understand me??!" He was shaking her violently and she cried out.

"Y…yes," She quivered.

"So, what in the hell did you say to me?!" He roared, his eyes burning like a furnace.

"I…I'm sorry," She wept."I…I'm s…so sorry…"

"Sorry, huh?!" He thundered and she flinched very hard. "You had the nerve to cheat on me, Elodre?!! You had the fuckin stamina to see another man when I was away, huh?!" He was gesticulating fiercely. "You lied to me! You fuckin lied to me!!!" He beat his chest.

Viciously, he pulled her hands from her face, holding them with one hand and she shuddered, facing down. Furiously, he wiped his face with his right hand and pointed a finger at her face. "Elodre, you fuckin lied to me. You looked me straight up to my face and told me a motherfuckin lie?!! What did I not do for you, huh? Is there a thing you've ever asked for which I never gave to you?!!"

He suddenly let go of her hands and she felt her nerves twitching from his hard grip.

Cupping his face in his big hands, he paced around for a while. All restless, he slipped his fingers into his hair and disheveled it wildly while huffing in fury. "I loved you, Elodre." His low voice was laced with anger. "I cared so much about you." Over her shoulder, he placed his left palm on the wall as he spoke, glaring down at her. "I'm not on good terms with my mom and sisters because of you." His voice was quiet. "I've been real with you, Elodre. I never joked with you…but…"

Furiously placing his right hand on his sweaty forehead, he groaned. "But you've proven how right my mom was about you! You're worse than a fuckin stripper!" He thundered. "You're worse than the fuckin devil!! You better hide your son from me 'cause I swear the fuck to kill him if I ever set my eyes on him!!"

Sight blurry, Elodre wept under the sound of his voice. His words were spearing her heart. Her face was still down, she couldn't stand his fury. She couldn't stand his grimace. She wished he'd listen to her. He'd always been a good listener until she ruined things. She just wished she had the boldness to express her feelings to him. She needed him desperately. She wants to talk to him…she wishes it wasn't rocket science to make him understand. She wished she'd not got him this furious. She wished she could erase the mistake of that night…the night with Weston.

"I curse the day I first set my eyes on you!" He said furiously. "I curse the day I tied the fuckin knot with you. I regret ever leaving the woman I could have spent the rest of my life with for a wretched whore like you!!"

Her chest twisted as more tears rolled freely down her cheeks. Her sights were blurred. Was he saying all of this to her? She thought. He's saying she's a curse…