Married To My Bully by Sakshi C (comprehension books txt) 📕

The first thing I noticed was the sunlight filtering in through the half-closed window. My hands shot up to cover my mouth as a yawn stretched across my mouth. My eyes roamed across the room aimlessly as I got up. I realized I was sleeping on the sofa. It felt normal until the memory of last night hit me. 

How did I come here? The last thing I remembered was being on the beach after Alex kicked me out of their room. My brows scrunched up in confusion. Alex wasn't in the room. Good. I didn't want to see his face right now. But at the same time, I was curious to know who I ended up here? I got up to use the bathroom when I saw him strolling out of it. Anger started to build up inside me at his sight. He walked out while wiping his face with a towel in his hand. The only thing he was wearing was a pair of jeans. His swoon-worthy upper body was all up for display. I would have turned all hot by the sight he offered, had I not already been burning with anger.

The events of last night incited pure rage in me as I marched over to him while pinning him with a hard gaze. He saw me approaching him with a blank expression. There was no remorse in his eyes, No guilt, and that aggravated me even more. I raised my hand and connected it with his cheek without caring about the consequences. A drop of tear spilled from my eye as I slapped him. What he did last night was completely out of line. 

His head tilted to the side as I heaved long breathes. It felt good. But not good enough. My hand elevated once again to hit him but this time it couldn't reach its face as he stopped it in mid-air. My breath hitched when I looked at his expression. His gaze had turned darker and an evil glint shone in it. His jaw was clenched and the muscles of his face had turned hard like stone. My inner self cowered away in fear but I put on a brave front. 

I gasped when his grip on my wrist tightened, blocking the flow of blood. Tears formed in my eyes as I felt his nails digging in my skin. I tried to shake my hand out of his grip but he only tightened the hold, intensifying the pain. I looked up to see his death gaze still trained on me. 

And in a flick, he twisted my arm behind my back. I released a yelp in response. The pain was immense but I didn't beg him to leave me. I wasn't going to beg. The pain grew in intensity when he twisted it even more. I felt my arm was going to rip apart from my shoulder anytime soon. Tears rained down my eyes but he didn't let up on the hold. If anything, he only tightened so that I feel more pain. What an evil soul.  

"Apologize" he gritted out in my ear. His bone-chilling voice caused a cold shiver to run through my body. I bit into my lip to prevent myself from crying and shook my head. I wanted to fight with him but I knew I wasn't in a state to speak. Because if I did he would have known how broken I was feeling at that time.  

"Apologize" he demanded again while exerting more pressure on my arm. I clamped my eyes shut because of the excruciating pain and shook my head again. His front to my back. I felt and heard his breath going ragged, nicking at my skin. He was losing it.

"I said apologize," he said in a deep calm tone. But I could sense the storm brewing behind it. 

"No," I declared. My voice came out much more determined and confident than I had expected. 

He spun me around in a swift moment and threw me on the couch. I saw him string towards me. He looked like a just awaken monster with a fire burning in his eyes. Before I could strengthen myself he was on top of me. Caging my legs between his knees. I tried to push him off but he tugged my wrist upward and held them in his one hand whereas the other flew to wrap around my neck. I was breathing heavily out of fear and he out of anger.

He was seething. "You never learn your lessons, do you?" he increased the pressure around my neck. I saw him grinding his teeth with so much force that I thought some of his teeth would pop out. His face had turn red just like mine. I tried to pull in more air but the devil sitting on me had blocked my air supply. 

"Say it," he hissed while applying my force. 

My eyes widened with fear and tears stained my cheeks. I was completely helpless. At his mercy. I started to feel light-headed as my eyes rolled back into my head. My saliva dripped down to smear his hand. I wanted to cough and take in a breath. 

"Crystal....Apologize," his stern voice reached me. 

"I....I..." he uncurled his hand around my neck, seeing I was struggling to speak.

The first thing I did was to draw in as much air as I could and started to cough. The world was spinning around me. 

"Sorry," I mumbled mindlessly before passing out.

The first thing I felt was my sore throat. A scratchy pain burning it. I wanted to whimper but nothing came out. I opened my eyes to see I was still lying on the couch but in a better position. I tried to swallow my saliva but the pain made me feel like if I was gulping a rock. Alex had certainly done a number on my throat. I palmed my throat and tried to cough but no voice came out. Tears stung my eyes. This is the worst honeymoon one could ever experience. I laid back while pondering over my pathetic life. 

My ears perked up when I heard footsteps approaching me. I closed my eyes. Someone placed something on the table in front of me. The hair stood up across my nape. I pressed myself more into the sofa, hoping for it to hide me. The person didn't anything. Just left. I took a breath of relief when I heard the room's door slam shut.        

I opened my eyes to come face to face with a glass of warm water. Oh, he cares about me. A humorless chuckle escaped my lips as tears sprang from my eyes. I picked up the glass and swallowed the water with great difficulty. My throat was still aching but the pain was getting less agonizing. So this is how I spent the first day of my honeymoon, cooped up inside my room and praying for him to not return. But my prayers went unheard as a click sound made it into my ear and in stepped he.