Shouldn't Have Kissed You novel Chapter 11

Maya folded her clothes into her small travel bag. She couldn't believe that this day had arrived. But it was here and she couldn't do anything to stop it. Not with her mother in law down stairs waiting for them.

But wasn't she supposed to be happy? If not for her honeymoon just like any other normal couple do but for her own break. She was supposed to be happy since she was going to take a break from the hospital, but she wasn't.

In fact, her heart was bleeding out. It was hurting so much that she wished she wasn't born. All her life, that has been her wish. To never have existed but if wishes where horses, then beggars would be riding on them.6

She wondered what her purpose was on this world. Everyone has a purpose to fulfill in this world but hers, hers was to bring pain. Pain to people even without her wanting to. At least, that's what her dad made her see while growing up.

To feel the pain she caused him. To feel her curse in this world as she was told by him. She was cursed, of course, if not, why was she always the rejected one? The one who was always left behind? The most hated human being in this world? Why?10

She took her summer dress, the one she had cat walked in the last round to fold it. It was beautiful and she couldn't help but smile looking at it. It was the one thing that had made her feel strong. Strong enough to face her dear husband.

The one that made Chris's blood boil when he saw her smile. She knew at that time that he wanted to strangle her to death but he couldn't do anything. Nothing but fake a smile and give a fake speech.

How did she know it was fake? He clammed how much he loved her and how much she inspired him to start the line while in real sense, she disgusted him. She made him want to vomit his own intestines out.

That's how much he hates her. That's how much he wants her out of his life. She walked towards her suitcase and returned the dress there. She just felt that it was best not to bring out events of the last week.

To her, she preferred to let the sleeping dogs lie. Maya went back to her packing and when she was done, she zipped her bag and sat on the bed. It was better to let mother and son have a conversation.

Mother. That word. How she wished she had her own. How she wished that she had met her just once in her life. To see her photo if not. But no, she didn't know how she even looked. She was clueless as she is now.6

The only person who talked about her was her brother. He was the one who was kind enough to tell her that she looked like their mum and if ever she wanted a photo, she was the photocopy of her. 'So, whenever you want to see mum, walk to the vanity mirror and look at your reflection, and there, only there, will you see her. At times I envy you because you got all her looks. '

That's what her brother would say and she would feel better. She missed him so much that the pain in her chest just increased. He was her hero. Her Knight and shinning armor. The one who understood her better than anyone. If only he was around.

Around when she needed him the most. Around to protect her from this marriage. Around to stop her dad from this madness. Around to hug her tight and tell her that everything will be alright. That's what she needed for her bleeding heart.

To feel protected and to be given guidance. But no, it's like the earth had swallowed him never to be seen or heard again. It wasn't fair at all. Fair that she was born in all riches, yet, she suffered like she had nothing.3

At least, poor people have one another to love and protect. When she had no one. Not even her college best friend was around. She didn't come back as she had promised. Instead, Kayle had stayed behind to enjoy herself knowing very well that Maya needed her to be around.3

"Jezebel," she didn't move as she stared at the space.

Maya heard her whole body being pushed to the hard floor her knees this time hitting the floor first. She felt the pain move to her whole body making her nub. It hurt but not the way her heart did. If anyone could get a hurt disease from the pain they felt, then she would be dead already.2

"How dare you?" He asked moving to push her more towards the floor with no carpet.

Maya looked up, "what have I done this time?" Her voice broke as she spoke.

Chris let go of her hand,"you dare ask me that, you devil? Who gave you the audacity to seat on my, my bed crying on it?"6

Of course, she was crying and she hasn't even realized that. Who wouldn't anyway with a life like that? She moved her palms slowly to her face and wiped her tears away. She then moved to look at her knees and thanks to carpet, there was no bruises.

She then looked up to him for the first time since he stepped inside the room. He wore dark Blue Jeans and a black tee shirt that she wondered if he was going to board like that. It's not like he looked bad in fact, he was very much handsome with his hazel eyes that were now blue because of his anger towards her.

The pain stuck again but this time, she ignored her heart. Her mind was screaming at her, telling her that he, he had no right. No right to hurt her the way he did. No right to bully her the way he was doing. She opened her mouth to give him her piece of mind but she never got to speak.2