Author perspective
David walked out of the restaurant, running his hand through his face. Lucy and Sana were gone, to home. He leaned back to his car and almost slap himself. How could he? How could he raise a hand on her? Why isn't his hand cut before it happen? He run his hand through his hair and slam the car with his hand.
"Now are you going to slam things." David wipe his red eyes and look behind. There she was in a white palazzo and silk green top, her hair was curl and come to her shoulder. She was looking beautiful but not to David. For him she was a bully, for him she was a villain, for him she was a character in his story that never can see him happy. In that moment David want to do only one thing grasp the woman collar and strangled her until she begged you for being alive, but he won't listen to her beg.
"Don't act like you don't know anything." David said. His blood-shed eyes glaring at her. "If both you weren't came in our life this never happened." He said throwing his arms around. She scoffed looking away, "You won't admit but it's all you." He pointed towards her. "You were the problem." He breathed heavily, Elizabeth also glare at him. "In past, present and whatever is waiting in future, it's all you." He pointed towards her, breathing heavily, "You."
He hated her.
She hated him more.
And that's how there war begins. He just glare at her and she just look at him, smirking. There was some distance voice saying 'mom'. Both of there eyes locked than David went to his car and Elizabeth went to her car.
He went left.
She went right.
He was crying.
She was laughing.
He was disappointed.
She was happy.
And that's how they were different from each other. Just like David is different from Sana and James is different from Elizabeth. They can never be same. Never.
Nora Perspective.
I was sitting on my seat, my right hand in clothe that came from Nichoals pocket. We were sitting around the table, on the usual swat, only James was sitting beside with me. I was just staring at the glass, James order it from means last one was shattered. I sighed and drop my head back, staring at the ceiling. My left hand dangling form other side. Seth was typing on his phone, as his click, click ring in my ear. Nicholas was staring at my hand, James was staring at the painting.
"Should I be on my way home?" I asked. I don't know who I asked. From myself or them. Seth gave me curious glance, than at Nicholas and James. I look at him and pointes at him, "When did that happen?" I asked. He was offended by that.
"What do you mean when I was happen?" I ignore him and look at James raising my eyebrow. James smiled, I tilted my head toward him, "Why are you laughing?" He ruffled my hair.
"Why didn't you contact me?" He asked. I looked away.
"I didn't know your number." I mumbled.
"What about Nicholas?" I gave Nicholas a glance he met my eyes. I held the eye contact. He did too.
"I don't know." I said, and honestly I don't know. I don't know why I didn't call him. Maybe because he was a stranger, maybe I didn't know him, maybe Sana got to know my plan, maybe I didn't plan too or maybe I don't want too. "I should be going." I announced, standing up.
"Are you sure?" James asked, standing up with me, "Nico can drop you." He suggested. I smile and shake my head.
"No need. I have my driver." I said and head to the door. "Goodnight." I said waving, my back at them.
"You too and take care." James said. "If anything happened call me." I didn't answer him because if anything happened I won't do it.
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I was home but I didn't climb out of the car, I didn't want too but I have too. My whole life there was nothing what I want, there was always what I have to. What is better for my family reputation, for my reputation. I had my head lean on the car seat, I sent the driver because I don't know when I would be in, It's almost past midnight. I sighed and open the door, climb out of the car and went into the House that was never my Home.
Lights were off so I straight went to my room. My room light's were on, I felt weird but still open the door. There he was sitting on my bed with my favorite drink. I lean on my door, staring at him. He was looking out of the balcony, looking at the moon. I know, what he is going through, is rough. But it was his choice to chose Sana over me and mom. It was always his. No matter what excuse or explanation he gave me but it was all his fault. I exhale loudly and went in.
"Dad." I greeted, throwing my purse on the sofa and getting out of a jacket. He looked at me and I saw what his going through. His eyes were wet and red from crying and his face was drenched in tears. He's body look wasted, he looked devasted. He wipe his eyes but I didn't get close to him. He have to regret it, when he slapped me in front of James, Elizabeth, Seth and Nicholas. "What are you doing here?" I asked coldly, climbing out of my heels.
"I am sorry." The first words came from his mouth. I stopped in a midway while putting off my heels. I turned towards him and I saw never a child want to see in his parents eyes. Vulnerable. "I am sorry dear. I am sorry for everything." He got on his knees and I was standing there frozen. "For all the nights you were fearing your demons and I was out all night. For all the days when you need me most. For all those years I left you alone. For the times when I hit you. For the seconds when you feel that you have no one. I am sorry for all that, Nora." He said crying and when the salty wet taste got in my mouth I realize that I was also tearing not crying. I look away and wipe my eyes and grab him by shoulder's. He was drunk.
"Dad, you have to get a sleep. Get up now." I made him get up and left him in his room. I laid him on the bed and tucked him under the blanket. Getting in my room I shut the door and lock it. Leaning back I put a hand on my mouth and cried silently, crouching down. I leaned my head on the door and didn't made a noise. Pulling myself together I went in bathroom and strip of my clothes and get in the cold shower.
I went out of the shower in the night gown that came to mid-thigh and sleeve less. There were scars on my legs along to my back of knees. There were also scars on my arm of whipping. On my chest, arms, stomach, legs -only back of knee- there were cuts, scars, marks of knives, whipping and slaps.
I laid on the bed, tucking myself in a comforter and remembering what James said, that one day will come true. That one day I will not be here to bear these beatings, both emotionally and physically. From this I went in a deep slumber.