Chapter 28 Will he hit me?
I was indignant at being the object of his rage.
I tried to break out of his hold as his burning eyes melt me.
I was so scared that my body trembles. I duck my head, panting hard just as my heart races.
Sweat beads on my face as I swallowed hard to answer him.
His grip tightened me and I felt him inflicting so much pain.
With a sense of foreboding I read his eyes and his grim expression.
He still loves her, it was obvious judging from the way he reacted
"I just wanted to see for myself, what crime have I done?"
"You touched and saw what belongs to me!" His voice rages as he haul my body.
"You're hurting me!" I cried but he wasn't listening, he dragged me to a corner still holding firm to me and I breath hard, scared.
"I hate it when act this way! I'm not forgiving you for this!" He shouted and I tried to explain but he gave me no room for that.
Only his infuriated heart emotion took over and he doesn't know the damage it was causing on me!
What would he do? He was different and felt like an irascible and difficult man. Maybe I was wrong, he might be my second nightmare.
He was overreacting, it wasn't like I stole anything. Why was he so vile. I slammed my back on the wall and bruised my elbow.
When I raised my head, I saw his face had switched to that of Ivan, my ex.
He was no different, he loved me to an extent and changed all of a sudden!
I don't even know if ravyen even has something called feeling or was just forcing himself to please me.
Well I don't want that anymore. I was also getting annoyed wanting to know more about this woman who was a replica of me.
"You dare disobey me!" He snarls folding his fist. His voice jerk me back to realize we were still here.
My eyes travelled to the basement and then back at him.
His vein thickens around his head and he gnashed his teeth.
Will he hit me? If he does, then all men were the same. Beating up a woman just to show their dominance and strength.
However, I won't let that happen. I muster up courage to face him. He won't be the only one doing the talking.
"You know your problem ravyen, you still dwell on the past! That's why you're this way!" I snarled as tears brewed up my eyes.
He widened his eyes. Possibly surprised that I replied back. I won't act gullible, scared like I don't matter.
"It's just a picture! And who is she!" I added with a frown.
He just returned and turned what was meant to be a happy moment or reunion sad. Fuck! He is a sadist!
"Don't ask me that!" He sneers and scorn at me. I needed air to keep calm because he has disrespected me enough.
"Who knows if she met her fate because of you!" I retorts and he raised his hand high, almost hitting me but I peered my eyes at him.
He stopped, as though controlling himself. Obviously, we were mad at each other and I was paving way for hate.
How dare he try to lay a hand on me! It clears my doubt, he isn't so all that, not perfect, not gentleman but just an actor.
His true self was just unfolding. He dropped his hand down and closed his eyes, grunting loudly before he opened them at me again.
My eyes were unwaivering.
"This should be a warning Arianna! Never say a word about her, you don't mean anything to me! You're just her replicate!" He scolds panting so hard as he paced towards the door and flung it open.
Those words hits hard. He was right. Then I should just act like he doesn't exist. The way it was meant to be except when the needs which was his promise to see my foes burn.
What was he doing about that! That remind me! I haven't really seen what he has done about them.
If he was furious, I was wroth. The fact that he was raising his voice at me was annoying. I just want to leave.
"You're just a lie! Stop caring when it's not genuine, stop making me feel like a fool!"
He lowered his eyes at me, the skin on his forehead shrinks.
"Get out!" He thunders and he needed not say that! I was already leaving.
"I hate you!" I yelled back and walked away.
I furrowed eyebrows, I glared constantly at the door.
There is no doubt that I was angry, and waiting for Rav to knock on that door.
I maneuvered around the room and stamped my feet severally on the floor to demonstrate my anger.
My fist tighten while I looked for soft materials to punch. It hurts and yet he sees himself as being right.
I scattered my makeup area to cause noise and to draw his attention. He has to be aware of what he was doing to me because i was creeping out.
I was mad over Ravyen words to me. Why would he yell at me just for bringing up matter's about his ex.
I felt I'd explode and set the place on fire.
Well, I guess all he ever see our relationship was what it really was, a contract marriage.
I was still unease, no amount of consolation could actually make me feel better. Perhaps only an apology from the offender could make a difference.
Do he even know he had hurt someone's feelings?
I hope he does.
I got frustrated waiting, I made a clench of a paper with my fist.
Furthermore, I went to the bed where I buried my face to the pillow and let out a scream.
I was completely waiting for the wrong person go come apologize to me.
My memory flashes to when he yelled at me after seeing me staring at the photo.
He didn't waste a second to yell madly at me. Even though she was his ex.
I know we might be entangled in this marriage contract, but I do deserve respect.
Rav has gotten on my nerves, it would take a lot to calm my growing rage down. I can't believe he yelled at me like that, making me look like a toddler that had done wrong.
Believe me, if I had my way, I would have taught him a lesson at that moment.
Speaking of lessons, which one would be tough for such a person?
A residing slap, constant knock on the head, pushing him through a cliff, or kicking him hard on the dick.
The last part actually made me laugh.
I had imagined him holding that area with one eyes opened and the other closed. He yelled an "Awe!" and landed on the floor.
If only it happened as I imagined. Why do I always feel strong in my imagination? I haven't really given such power a try.
I nodded my head to drive my thoughts away and inhaled deeply to embrace reality.
Reality is that Ravyen is not coming to apologize.
I sniffed frequently as I seem to be hurt by that sad truth. He had his ego up and believes he is right at it.
Actually, he's not right at all. And someone has to tell him that.
To be honest, I wasn't actually comfortable that he hasn't come around.
Is he even at home?
This is the third day we haven't said a word to each other.
We would always pass each other by whenever we appeared on the same lane.
And whenever we mistakenly come in contact, we redrew ourselves.
We both maintained furious gazes at one another, speechless and just going on our normal ways.
Most times I'd wish he missed a step or something else while he glared.
I know he wishes the same, his gaze said it all.
Why do men have stiff hearts?
I mean, what will it take him to make a simple apology?
Of course! I'd forgive him, if he even make the apology. I have a really soft heart unlike him.
My eyes observed my scattered makeup materials. I couldn't believe he wasn't attracted by that.
I walked up to the makeup area angrily and began arranging the scattered items.
Some of my delicate materials were broken, all for the purpose of attracting a hard head that didn't hear the sound.
I felt like yelling his name and asking for a one on one battle with him.
But he would only shatter my bones to pieces. Because I can't deny the fact that he had massive muscles. There is no way I'd stand a chance against battling with him.
My makeup was a total mess. I won't stop pestering him until he buys me my lost items.
My expensive makeup, I bet he had no idea how much there cost?
He's gonna pay for them all!
I disposed the destroyed items in the trashcan and went back to sit on the bed.
I felt like going out, but I was tired of the same routine. Seeing Raven and looking elsewhere. Pretending not to use some certain places to avoid having him in the same room.
Gosh! I'm really fed up and tired with his newfound attitude. Can't he just admit he was wrong?
I recalled moments he assisted me with tasks. It made me giggle, but I wasn't sure that was him being himself.
Perhaps he was just fulfilling the duties of a man in a contract marriage.
Well, if he won't come here to apologize, I will go and show myself to him.
I'd force him to spit the words out of his mouth since he was short of words.
And once I am satisfied with him, then we go back to our normal living.
I went to stand before the mirror to rehearse what I was going to say to him.
But the problem was how to begin. I have no idea about that.
Maybe I should just greet him first and ask how these silent days have been for him?
No, he would just pick the impression that I am worried for him, instead of the other way round.
How about I just open up and tell him I was hurt by his words?
No, he would only see me as a weakling which is more annoying.
What if I apologized instead?
For his own wrong doing? That is more ridiculous, I can't do that.
I guess have to give him one more day. If he doesn't show up today to apologize then, that is it. I'll have it my own way.
I stared at myself in the mirror and smiled warmly.
If my own face was able to melt my hardened heart, why hasn't it done the same for him?
Enough of thinking of Rav! I said to myself.
I won't think of someone that has no thought for my feelings. Angrily, I paced to my window and I found him at the field. Shooting at an arc board, perhaps, a means to quell the anger in him. I exhaled softly, hating his attitude already.
With a heavy heart, I shun the window at him.