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awesome update he did not tell her the truth i am a sucker for happy ending loved how he stayed because he knew she wanted him to stay thanks for the pm
Chapter Fifteen – The Love Mark
I didn't know what to do. The minute she stood in front of a mirror, she would see the mark. I couldn't tell her not to look at herself in the mirror either. Then she obviously would.
She went to get up out of bed.
"No!"
She looked at me oddly. I knew she didn't understand why I had just screamed no.
"I mean…you'll be dizzy. If you need something, then let me know."
"RK…can you bring me the toilet?"
I looked at her as she slowly cracked a smile and then giggled.
I took in her smile; I knew it wasn't going to last long.
I got off the bed, as did she.
I slowly placed my hand over her shoulder. She looked at me, but she didn't back away.
I helped her to the washroom door and then removed my hand.
I let her walk in.
I walked away from the door as I counted down from five out loud.
"5…4…3…2…"
"AAAH!"
Her scream was so loud that even from behind the closed door, I heard it echo throughout the entire room.
Not even a second passed, I heard the washroom door open and I shut my eyes.
I felt her walking up behind me. Then I felt her hand on my arm. Then she suddenly spun me to face her.
Without a second thought, she slapped me.
My head shot to the right and I kept it in the same position without moving. I closed my eyes and then brought my face up to face her again.
I opened my eyes and saw the tears in her eyes.
Suddenly all the anger, all the fire that was building within me, vanished. It turned into agony. I wanted to wipe her tears away.
"Madh…"
"WHAT IS THIS?!"
She gestured towards the love mark.
"How…how could y…how…"
She burst into tears and ran into the washroom. She slammed the door shut.
I stared at the door for a minute, not knowing what to do.
Then I walked towards the door and knocked on it.
"Listen to me…"
"I don't want to hear anything! You lied. TELL ME WHAT REALLY HAPPENED LAST NIGHT RK."
"That's why I'm asking you to listen to me."
"Talk…"
"Come out of the washroom and then I'll talk."
"No."
"Fine, if you don't want to know the truth, then don't come out. I've got better things to do as it is."
"Wait…"
Her voice was soft. I had already turned and had my back facing the washroom door.
I heard the door open again. She walked out of the washroom and past me.
I watched her go sit on the edge of our bed, trying to hold in her tears.
I walked towards her slowly. Still contemplating whether or not I should tell her the truth. I figured I had no choice left.
I went and sat next to her. I noticed how she shifted slightly away from me.
She didn't once look at me, but I kept my eyes on her. I waited a minute and then spoke.
"Last night…you were drunk."
I expected a response from her, but she sat there still as a statue. She already knew she had been drunk and so she waited for me to continue.
"You…I mean I brought you home. I put you down in bed and then took off your shoes. I…I fixed your hair and then turned to leave but you grabbed my hand Madhu…"
I watched her close her eyes as she readied herself for the rest of the truth.
I looked away from her and stared straight blankly as I began to tell her the rest of the truth.
"You asked me not to leave you. So I didn't. You put your arms around me…I pulled you away. You pushed yourself on top of me and I fell back onto the bed…and…the rest is history…"
I looked back towards her and saw her staring blankly at the ground.
A minute of silence passed and then she finally spoke.
"How far…"
It took me a second to figure out what she was asking. Then I realized she was asking how far we had gone last night.
"You ran out of breath before anything could happen."
She sighed in relief and then put her face in her palms. She whispered to herself.
"At least something good came out of it."
I stared at her, unable to understand what she was saying.
"Good came out of what?"
"Nothing."
I let it go.
I couldn't believe I had just told her the entire truth.
I got up to leave but she called out my name. I turned and faced her.
"I'm sorry. I mean I'm sorry for slapping you…I didn't know…I mean…it was my fault…it was my fault."
She shook her head and then bust into tears again. I went to sit beside her again and was about to comfort her but I stopped myself. I shifted a bit away from her and then spoke.
"It wasn't your fault. We're both equally at fault. Don't blame yourself."
"I can't believe I…I mean you…How could I push myself onto you…You?!"
I felt as thought my heart was breaking as she spoke her shock out loud. I realized she wasn't hurt about the happenings of the previous night. But rather she was hurt because it was with me. Hurt by the fact that she had pushed herself onto ME.
I remember staring at her with a pain filled face. She went on and on about how she couldn't believe it was with me that she had done all that with.
I had enough.
I got up and heard her call my name again, but I ignored her. I stormed out of our room in pain and anger.
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