"HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME!"
The words were followed by a loud slap across my face. I could feel it sting, it was one powerful slap, I fear that no amount of concealer could hide her palm mark.
"YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!"
I thought she would end it with one slap, but what followed made my head hurt like hell. She began pulling my hair and started screaming at my face.
I tried stopping her. But a woman in a fit of rage is hard to stop. Let alone reason to. So I endured. Her painful treatment. I glanced at the sides and people had already begun videoing the scene.
In a matter of minutes, the whole world would know who Peach Silver was behind all her goody-too-shoes persona.
Peach pushed me so hard that I fell, my head hitting the marble floor of the office. I thought she was done, that after that she would be walking away, but no. There was still so much rage inside her that she began to stomp on me.
"YOU TOOK EVERYTHING AWAY FROM ME!"
Her screams were causing a commotion. From my position on the floor, the number of shoes had multiplied. But none was brave enough to stop her.
Her hills were starting to pierce my back, there would be bruises and I had to brace myself for another round of PT, and a few broken ribs. This was something my body was used to. How many times had she done this to me?
Far too many.
I breathed when the beating stopped. My eyesight was blurry, and my head was starting to pound, there were also some droplets of blood on the floor.
Man oh man, I don't know how much damage she had done, but it will take me more than a month to heal. This was much better than being stuck in the hospital for three months.
There was a collective gasp and running, I was too weak to find out what was happening. I tried to stand up, pushing myself to a sitting position. When I looked up, Peach's face was so red, and she was holding a glass jar that was a gift to her. The thing was crystal clear: the intricate flower design was a true showcase of talent.
"Let's see if he will still pick you after I shatter your face!"
I close my eyes, waiting for the pain, for the glass to hit me, breaking my skull. Again, this was not the first time. This would be… the fourth time she had smashed something to me. I was far too tired to fight her. Even if I did fight back, the blame would still be mine.
I knew that my ears were ringing. That something was already wrong with me, yet the blow never came.
I opened my eyes and blinked several times to clear my vision. Peach was not holding the glass vase anymore. A man stood beside me. He was dressed in a black henley shirt that hugged his body, and brown khaki pants.
Cracking my neck higher was making my head spin. But I caught a glimpse of his face.
He had this baby face look about him. The grim set of his lips was a big sign he was upset. It was hard to see what his whole face looked like, to be honest. My eyes were just too blurry to focus. My ears though, caught every word he said.
"You have no right to hit my wife," the man beside me said. His words made me look at him more clearly. "I do not know who you are, and what is your connection to her, but it ends now."
I heard her gasps and said, "You, you were supposed to wed me! My father told me that you will be my husband! Don't you remember?" there was a plea in her voice. I force plea if I may add. She did pull my hair several times, but not my sense of what is right and wrong.
Here we go again…
I was hoping for the man to relent, to bend. Just like every man Peach had encountered.
"Me, marry a brat like you?"
Well, that made me blink several times. A man calling my sister for what she really is. Did I hit my head or something…wait, I did hit my head. Maybe my mind is playing tricks on me. It was absolutely impossible for a man to see right through her.
Yet this one did.
I tried to sit up, so I could get a good look at him. But I was too dizzy, I gasped out loud, my hand on my wounded head.
I felt a shadow fall over me, and at the same time, a warm hand brushed my hair away from my face. I heard a muttered curse, and then without warning, I was in the arms of the man who called my sister a brat.
A soft kiss was given to my forehead that made me open my eyes despite the pain I was in. I had to blink several times to clear my vision. When I opened them it was to see the eyes of the man who I woke up beside me a month ago.
The man whose name was on the marriage certificate my sister had somehow gotten her hands into. The same man, who my father wanted her to marry.
His silver eyes were lit up with an unabashed mirth, making his face more attractive. No wonder Peach was so violent with me. The man was an eye candy she would definitely flaunt.
"Hello, wife. Took me a while to find you, who would have thought it would take me a month to finally track you down?"
Track me down? Why would…
My head was spinning, I could barely open my mouth to speak up. I saw how his eyes darkened and the grim set of his jaw indicated he was mad as hell. How I knew, was beyond me.
"Sleep, dumpling, I'll deal with your sister," he whispered to my ear.
Somehow my last words made the man holding me laugh, and before darkness took over, I heard him say, "Yes, I am a bastard, at least I am your bastard.