"Don't you ever say any irresponsible thing against my mom. She did her best for me to become the woman I'm today. I wouldn't have even gotten into elementary school without her. And for your information, Antonio loves me a lot. And he never touched me because I was never ready. And Nadia, she is my childhood friend, she'd never do anything against me." Xaviera yelled, as Sandro held his jaw, which dropped at her words. He didn't expect that from her.
"You slapped me right?" He whispered, with his eyes turning red.
"Yes I did!"
"You believe Antonio that much, huh? And Nadia, I don't want the best for you, like I'd have proven to you that they are seeing each other secretly. I won't talk about your mom again, because I have a mom to. And this should be the last time you'd lay a finger on me. Imma let it slide, because I don't beat women. But if you try it next time I'd give you a punishment that would keep you sulking for the damn rest of your life. You are still a whore, okay?" He yelled; he really controlled himself, he'd have beaten the hell out of her. No one has ever laid a finger on him, not even his parents.
Sandro stormed out of the shower, as he wrapped a towel around his waist. Xaviera was happy that she stood up for herself this time; but she was afraid of the way Sandro spoke to her, even though his previous words hurt her.
'Is my body really shapeless? And tasteless? But no one has ever tasted me before. God! His words really got into my head. I feel inferior now.' She whispered to herself. She snapped out of her thoughts and went into the closet after she wrapped her wet body with a towel.
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As she entered the closet, she saw Sandro breaking stuff, with his jaw sharper than before. He was really angry.
'I shouldn't have slapped him.' Xaviera whispered to herself.
She stood there, as she watched him. It was getting too much, so she went ahead to stop him.
Going close to him at that moment should have been the last thing she should have thought of doing.
"Sandro stop." She whispered, as she held his arm. Sandro removed his arm from Xaviera's grip hard, causing her to fall at an end of the closet. Her back hurt a lot.
Sandro still continued messing up the place, the glass door he broke pierced into his shouder, causing blood to flow endlessly.
As Xaviera saw the blood, she took some tissue to go get it cleaned up.
"Sandro stop!" And again, Sandro pushed her, but this time, she stood still; closed to him. She held his other shoulder that wasn't hurt.
"Why are you doing this? Stop this." She added, with narrowed shy eyes.
Sandro held her by the neck, as he pushed her towards the wall. He leaned his body on hers, as he yelled,
"Why am I doing this? You freakishly slapped me, and you expect me to be alright? Huh? Something even my parents have never done to me before."
"I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking straight!" Xaviera said as she struggled to take his hand from her neck; but to no avail.
"Sorry, please forgive me." She added.
"There's no way I'd ever forget this day. I'd never let go off this moment. And I'd make sure you pay for laying your filthy hands on. Just wait, I'd make sure I break you, tomorrow night after the wedding, have my word. I promise, I'd do it." He told her.
"What do you mean?"
"I'd fuck you to the core! You'd beg me to stop; but trust me, I won't." He said, as he cleaned his blood, and dressed it. He wore his shirt, so it covered the wound. He left the room, as he went downstairs.
Xaviera was very frightened by his words; he didn't mean that, did he?
She dressed and went ahead downstairs. They were getting married tomorrow. She wished she could ran away, but her mom would never forgive her for that.
Hmm.
As she reached, she saw Sandro standing next to his mom. She prayed that he wouldn't tell anyone about what happened.