Jarek.
Pain.
Excess pain. That was all I felt as I looked up into the eyes I used to love more than life. It was the same set of eyes that I used to dream about... long for and crave more than oxygen itself. But do you know what I felt when I saw it now?
It was not the usual butterflies in my stomach. It was not my occasional heart flipping in my chest.
I felt nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Oh, scratch that. I felt nothing until the ’nothing’ soon morphed into rage and disappointment. And until the ’nothing’ became an aggravating need to be as far away from her as possible.
I balled my hands into tight fists, watching her with suspicion as her eyes bore into mine with a kind of annoyance I have never felt from her before. Hell, she used to look at me with big puppy doe eyes. But now, all it held was contempt.
And betrayal.
She seethed; "I lost Grace."
I know.
However, at the mention of her daughter’s name— her now late daughter’s name— my frown deepened and I sighed; "And what does that have to do with everything, Keisha. How is that a reason for all of this unnecessary drama?"
"Jarek—"
"Why are you causing such a fuss?" I snapped, interrupting her for interrupting me, "...and just so you know, I understand that you’re grieving and I feel sorry for the pain you must feel, but why are you causing so much ruckus over something that is beyond everyone’s control?!"
My voice came out harsher than I had intended and in response, she scowled at me.
If at any time in my life some years ago, someone had told me that Keisha, this Keisha singing before me, would one day smack me hard across the face until my face was forced to loll to the side, then I would have never believed. I would’ve tried to prove them wrong or even called them out for being liars—
But ladies and gentlemen, that was exactly what happened next!
That was exactly what she did to me!
My head fell to the side and I groaned in pain when the metallic taste of my blood filled my mouth.
Usually, this is the part where I would’ve fought back or something, but I could not. Not when she had ensured to have my wrists clasped together behind my back with the biggest ugliest silver chains I’ve ever come across.
She snarled; "I lost Grace because of you!"
At her words, I froze. Something about those words felt and sounded familiar. It reminded me of memories I’ve tried to bury and filled me with emotions that have been locked up for so long, it almost felt surreal to feel them.
Something akin to bile rose at the back of my throat and I gulped to push it down before hissing; "If you lost Grace, then it is as a result of your stupidity or nonchalant attitude. You never wanted that child. You told me times without number that you didn’t, and now—"
"It was all your fault!" She cut in, interrupting me. "It all happened because you decided to choose that bitch, Leilani, over me!"
Her outburst made my frown deepen and I cocked my eyebrows as I lifted my head to meet her gaze. Heavens, I didn’t even need to do that because she hooked her finger under my chin, and using it to propel my face upward, she glared right at me. "You and that wench are the reason my daughter is dead."
"How does that even make any sense?" I hissed in confusion mixed with anger, "what does Leilani even have to do with this? How is she to be blamed for your negligence?"
At my words, her face darkened. She smacked me hard across the face one more time, but because I had already expected it this time, I was not stunned. Instead, I rolled my eyes, spat out the blood from my mouth and hissed;
"You’ll regret this,"
"No, I won’t." She clapped back sassily. "The only person who would regret anything today is you, Jarek."
Something about the way she said those words had chills running down my spine. My body trembled slightly and my already racing heart picked up even more speed as I slowly lifted my head to meet her gaze.


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