✧ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 #2 𝐢𝐧 '𝐇𝐈𝐒' 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 :-
Some marriage may not begin with love but, they end with it.
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"I hope you realized you made the worst fucking decision of your life." I could...
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M A H I R
I slam my fist into the punching bag hard, gritting my teeth against the pain that shoots from my bruised knuckles. I’ve been at this so long I’ve reopened the cuts the doctor stitched up.
There’s blood all over the punching bag and the floor.
The mid-afternoon sun streams through the blood stained-glass windows of the cabin-turned-gym, casting multi-colored patterns on the black foam floor. My body’s slick with sweat and my muscles ache, but I keep pushing myself harder.
This is supposed to clear my mind.
It’s not working.
An intense bolt of pain whips through me. I bite down on my mouth guard, but it’s too much.
I stagger and fall, ending up staring at the ceiling.
Fuck.
Now I’ve stopped moving, I realize I’ve pushed myself too far.
My arms and legs are numb, and when a cough rattles my chest I see stars. It's been a week since Bella left and I hadn't heard from her then. She didn't call me and neither did I.
These past few days were supposed to clear my head but all it did was fill my thoughts with the only woman I wanna be with right now.
The look on her face before leaving has imprinted in my head. And that fear I felt when she left me, it was unbearable.
Fear, the one thing I was never, ever supposed to feel. The thing that leaves people vulnerable and pathetic. The flip side of attachment.
Forcing myself to sit up, I rest my arms on my knees and spit out the mouth guard.
It takes three attempts before I finally get on my feet.
There’s pain in places I’ve never felt before. In hindsight, skipping all my meals and work to exercise—and bleeding out all over the equipment—wasn’t my brightest idea.
My phone ping with a message and I sighed knowing I had an appointment today. I quickly walk out the lake cabin where I have been staying these past few days. My house just seems to haunt me, mocking me of what I'm losing. And that's my fucking fault.
I immediately climbed inside my corvette driving to a near by hotel to freshen up. I texted Shaina to bring new suit for me and meet me at the hotel.
After checking in, I took a long shower before getting changed into a light grey suit that Shaina brought here before leaving. I had told her to clear my schedules for the afternoon because today might be my busiest day.
I glanced at my phone wondering whether I should call him or not but knowing him, he'll only waste my time that I don't have at the moment.
I immediately left from the hotel and drive to the central park where I was supposed to meet someone. I heaved a sigh climbing out of my car before walking inside the park which is filled with children playing and couples having a picnic dates.
