His Despair by S. N. Nina Arthur (e textbook reader txt) 📕

DAVINA’S POV:- 

I noticed tears in his eyes while, he said, 

Something’s not right! Was he in pressure to sell, the restaurants? A thought crossed my mind.
 

After the meeting, everyone began walking out of the meeting room, I followed Mr.Jones, who was walking towards the elevator, 

“Mr.Jones!” hearing my voice he stopped and turned around, I smiled while I walked towards him, “Davina!” He smiled warmly, 

“Hello, Mr.Jones! I... need to talk!” I said, he stared at me with confusion while nodding his head, I looked around and moved a bit closer, “Somewhere private!” I said, he looked around, “Please follow me, dear,” He said, leading me to an empty meeting conference room. 

“Please!” he signalled me to talk with his hands while sitting down on the chair, “Sir, I know I shouldn’t ask this and mind my own business but you’re very close to me, you helped me in my dark time and I owe you my life…” I said, hearing my words a genuine smile formed on his lips, he grabbed my hands and squeezed them with happiness evident in his eyes. 

“I know dear, please ask!” he said with a smile on his face, “I.. noticed the way you said about the restaurant selling to Mr.Spencer...you were sad and I had a thought that this is not your decision… you’re being forced to sell this!” I consciously said while I noticed his features changed when I mentioned Mr.Spencer.   

“Sir, whatever it is!.. you can tell me,” I said holding his hands, his face fell and he kept quiet for a minute not saying anything just staring at his own hands, “Let me help you, Sir,” I said, looking at him. 

“Mr.Spencer is a very dangerous man, you can’t help me!” he said, Still not looking at me, 

“Let me at least try!” I said, he looked at me and took a deep breath, “This matter should be between us, Davina!” he said, with a pleading look in his eyes. 

I nodded my head at him, “A week ago I got an email from Mr.Spencer’s assistant asking me to meet him, he scheduled a meeting with him the next day… in the meeting, he said, he wants to buy all my restaurants! I declined to sell them...actually he was interested in buying the new york branch, as it was very popular among the other branches! But in just a second he changed his decision and asked me to sell all the branches… he threatened me to expose all those dark secrets my family hid from the media, including… my daughter’s affairs and my son’s drug usage…. If this comes out!” tears rolled down his cheek, he couldn’t even say it! 

Looking at his stage my anger rose and unknown hatred began forming for Mr.Spencer inside me, “Please control yourself Mr.Jones!” I said while placing my hand on his shoulder and consoling him. 

“I warn you, dear, be very careful with him, he’s not a kind of man someone would want to mess with!” he said looking at me, I nodded my head while gulping hard. 

As Mr.Jones walked out of the room after telling me what Mr.Spencer did with him, I stood there as many things ran in my mind! The situation in which he was in made me go back to the situation I was in before Mr.Jones helped me. 

FLASHBACK!

I looked at the papers placed on the table with tears rolling in my eyes, I glanced at the pen and the people standing in front of me. I didn’t know what to say! What to ask! My heart broke in a million parts and the pain was unbearable. Sometimes the pain crushes you- it leaves you incapable of everything. It leaves you broken- in and out. The tears won't roll down, and the screams won't escape past your quivering lips, this is what happening with me right now. 

I took a deep breath and took the pen from the table, my fingers were shaking while I signed the papers without thinking for a second. After signing the papers I placed the pen on the table and turned around, “Have a happy life!” I said while walking out of the apartment without looking back.  

Tears were rolling down my eyes but no sound was coming out of my lips, soft raindrops began falling on me with a loud thunder roaring in the sky. The rainwater washed away my tears but couldn’t take away this throbbing pain in my chest. My shaking legs gave up, making me fall on the ground, I sat on my knees with tears rolling down my cheeks and falling on my hands. 

“Why!” I whispered, my unbearable pain wasn’t allowing my voice to come out, all of our memories which we spent with each other began playing in front of my eyes.

“I loved you!,” My thoughts fell into an endlessly repeating loop, "Why? Why? Why? Why?"   With each whispered word... a piece of my heart broke.

“You said I was your sunshine, how could you!” I cried out lowering my head down, I cried and cried but this pain wouldn’t disappear. It was cutting my heart and mind in half stinging with every breath I take.

It was intense and this heartache is like an insatiable fire that burnt all the oxygen in my body leaving me listless and empty. It doesn't just mentally hurt, it physically hurts, like someones stabbing my chest over and over again and these tears won’t stop falling, it’s extreme. 

“Davina!” someone bent down in front of me as I was sobbing, tears blinding my vision, they wrapped their hands around me, pulling me towards them, I leaned my head over their chest while crying my eyes out!

“Please! Please make this stop!” I cried! 

*****

I shut my eyes, making my tears stop, I don’t want them to flow down, They say once bitten, twice shy, but I think for me it's more like forever shy. I can't see myself putting my heart out there again, I don't think it can survive another inferno. But the truth is, I'd rather forgo comfort than keep a lover who doesn't love. So instead I will let this heartache be as my teacher and the reason to keep seeking one who can hear the playful calling of their own soul.