Mr.Right novel Chapter 25

Anger.

There's a point in everyone's life where they experienced that word. It might be frequent for people with bad tempers and once in a while for calm and calculated persons but the point is, humans are bound to flip when they've gotten to their anger limit.

I always wondered what would ever make a slow tempered person like Maverick lose his shit but on this day that I can literally see fumes coming out from his nose and ears, I finally got my answer.

I made him lose his shit. Or should I say Tony did?

"He...You...What??" He splutters.

"It's a long story..."

"I want to hear it," He cuts me short.

"But I don't want to talk about it!" I yell this time. "I don't want to relive that moment! You can't make me!"

Huge fat sobs spill from my eyes and he looks taken aback from my outburst. I want to run out of the now claustrophobic room but I'm certain he'd hold me back so I just sit there and let the tears run down my face. My breathing is getting ragged and my brain is flashing memories of Tony's house. I suddenly feel dizzy as all blood drains from my face.

My panic attack comes rushing back after so many weeks.

"Fuck! What's happening?" Maverick has never seen me in my panic attacks and I'm sure he's about to get one now from my reaction to the whole issue. "Just breathe, April, Breathe. Let it pass." He pulls me to his chest and envelopes me in his arms. I'm trying to work hard on my breathing but it's just not working out.

Why is he making me talk about it? I just want to forget what happened.

Tony's face flashes in my head and suddenly, my brain spirals into its own toxic mixture of cowardice and pain. I stay tangled in his arms with my head pressed to his chest as the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat makes me feel somewhat safe, thereby making my breathing more steady and controllable.

I move away from him to look him in the eyes as he brushes a blonde strand of hair out of my face and then cups my face with such tenderness like I'd break that it makes me want to cry. With a thumb, he brushes the shameless tear from my cheek.

My eyes hold so many emotions that are too heavy to carry so I let more tears spill without control. I feel comfortable like this, with him.

"You didn't tell me about your panic attacks," He finally says.

"There's a lot of things I haven't told you. And I'm stupid for thinking I could hide this for so long."

"I shouldn't have come at you that way, it's ok if you don't want to talk about it..."

"No," I shake my head. "It's time I face my fears. I can't be a coward forever. Isn't that what half of the last twenty-seven days was all about?" It's a rhetorical question so he doesn't reply but gives me enough time to recollect myself.

"It was around this period a year ago..."

Summer was gone and so were my chances of getting tanned. I just came back from another failed interview at a company.

The living room was dimly lit but I knew Tony was home as I saw his shoes outside. I craved Ice-cream at that moment because it was literally the only thing that kept me happy.

I heard the bedroom door behind me open as I got out the Vanilla flavored Ice-cream from the refrigerator. I don't know why I didn't turn on the lights but I swear to God, I should've.

I felt someone's presence behind me and I knew it was Tony because no one else lived with us. The only thing I needed to do at that moment was just to relax and talk to someone but when I turned around to face him in the dimly lit room...

My jaw fell to the ground and so did my cup of ice-cream when he launched forward and forced his clammy lips on mine.

"Tony stop. I'm not in the mood," I attempted to push him away but he only tightened his grip and ran his hand down my chest. "We talked about this already, get off me."

"You're mine. I'll have you whenever I want to," He dragged out and before I could respond, I felt something sharp pierce my neck and it didn't take me a minute for me to realize it was a shot.

I was being drugged.

Everything gradually became a blur even with my glasses on and I struggled to stand steady on my feet but the drug already ran all over me, paralyzing almost all my muscles.

I felt myself being dragged to the bedroom and the hairs at the back of my neck stood, my body becomes rigid, as it registers what's happening. But I couldn't do anything about it. It was useless trying to fight him but I gave it my shot. I was dumb.

I saw that smirk on his face when he climbed over me. It gradually began to feel numb as I closed my eyes and let my emotions take over.

He told me it wasn't a big deal the next day and that it was normal for couples to become intimate. I believed him even when I knew it was wrong. I believed I loved him even when I thought of a thousand reasons not to. I believed no one would love me as he did. I got brainwashed.

Slowly, I began to lose self-worth. I smiled on the outside but my heart bled. Jim couldn't know about it, he'd sue his ass all the way to Europe. I tried protecting him and got hurt at the end.

I lost myself to this monster who wears a smirk like an attire.