Chapter 4: Snapped

What was happening? I didn't know. Something inside me broke? No, it was shattered, without any warnings.

Yeah. It was probably the trust I put into this relationship. The one I tried to protect from shaking whenever I heard some rumors.

Did they even know about me? Mei technically slammed the door open. Why were they not stopping? What was happening?

I wanted to scream. My chest felt so stuffy, I felt my eyes watering against my will. I didn't want to cry like this. Here and at that moment specifically, I won't cry.

I pinched myself hard. I refuse to be weak here.

Maybe I was mistaken… Misunderstanding? Maybe. I could do something though, if we talked about it maybe.

Mei however was hard to deal with. Despite how she always acted like she knew something was wrong, facing it now seemed to be too much of a shock. She retreated inside me and stayed completely silent.

I ignored my uneven breathing and just approached them, my body trembled uncontrollably, though. The closer I got, the louder they were. There was no way they were now unaware about my presence.

I had to chew my lip until it bled to stop myself from having a breakdown. So many thoughts crossed my head at that moment, so many possibilities.

Run.

Hide.

Pretend nothing had happened.

Scream.

Fight.

Hit them.

But the most dangerous was the thought of Mei, not me–

Kill them.

Using all of my ability to control my body, I gulped thickly, my throat was so tight. I couldn't breathe. Yet, I raised my hand and grabbed Marcos's hair, pulling him off that girl silently.

Not a single word escaped my lips.

I couldn't talk.

If I did, I would break. I couldn't, not then yet. Not yet…

I bet I looked so miserably right now, the woman moaned in annoyance, giving me a death glare before scoffing at me.

"Aw the little princess is home to discover her prince not being so charming anymore but instead a damned cheater?"

"Shut the hell up."

That wasn't me. It was Marcos, who was still held by his hair in my grip. He was unfazed under how much strength I tried to use, it was frustrating.

I just wanted to run away. But I couldn't.

Marcos' handsome face was still flushed from the intense season he had with that woman. A few bite marks were on his neck, her nails leaving semi-permanent traces across his back.

Why was she allowed to do that, and not me?

I had to cut my nails because he hated them… He liked to be dominant and to not have much resistance…

Or mayhaps, that was only for me?

Ugh. My throat tasted bitter. Something was trying to get out, my head spun endlessly with one single thought.

Everything till now was a lie.

"Huh? You dare. Don't forget yourself, Marcos. Both of us are to be blamed here, and you have no right to shut me up. Poor you, did your girlfriend's presence make your attitude change so much?"

I released his hair and took a step back. I tried to not, I really did. But why was it so hard…

I ran towards the trash bin and finally gave up on holding myself together. There was no point anymore, I felt despair creeping into my heart.

However, I never cried. Not in front of them, they were unworthy.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and immediately slapped it away, I turned around with a cold face. Marcos was there looking down at me with an expressionless face.

To my disgust, his eyes actually held a worried, gentle gleam.

Ridiculous. Just absolutely ridiculous…

"Don't touch me, it's disgusting after seeing what you've done to her."

Fine. I was always an actress, all I need to do is to immerse myself…

I held the bin and, without looking away from Marcos, dumped its content on the head of the woman.

"Gaahh!! You!! You whore dare!!"

Ew. The same random lines from every cheap drama.

Recognizing that actually helped me more than I thought it could. My confidence shot up and I grabbed Marcos' face again before swearing demandingly.

"Look there, I swear that if you told me that this bitch had seduced you and dragged you here against your will, I'll try giving you another chance. I'll believe you. So now, tell me, how did that whore bring you here?"

I was ready for at least an apology. But the warm Marcos I knew seemed to have vanished from this world. He pushed me away and pulled his pants up.

Ah. That hurts.

"I don't get why you think you are in control?"

Please no.

"If I remember correctly, this is my house. I bring whoever I wish here. Dragged me? How insulting."

Please, I'm begging you, stop.

"Wasn't it obvious? You're a good girl but you're a bit boring. It's okay though, I'm always open to get you back again if you wish. However, you need to understand something."

I don't wish to hear that. Stop.

But he didn't stop, he lit a cigar and sucked a deep breath, then slowly let it out through his nose.

His cold voice reached me from behind the smoke that prevented me from seeing his face.

"I am rejecting your silly offer of making everything like before. And, I'm, with utmost kindness, asking you if you wish to be my side bitch?"

How… How could he ask me that? I felt my whole body shaking– not with fear, but with anger. This was humiliating to no end. Was this the Marcos that had asked me out so cutely in front of my friends before…?

Why was it so easy for people to change their personalities?

I was just… Sad.

I've warned you.

Yeah…

So now, it's my turn.

Okay.

I had no choice left, anyway. My world is slipping away.