Damaged Beyond Repair by Kashmira Kamat (KittyKash) (motivational novels txt) 📕

WARNING: Chapter contains a Violent male protagonist. 

The Hummer stood parked on the pavement with its head lights blinding us. I stopped dead in my tracks as Rowan stepped out of the car and slammed the door hard enough to get it dented, or get the door loose from the hinges. I swallowed hard. I still had a few minutes to call my mom and arrange for my grand funeral.

The good emo-goth guy spun around to notice I wasn’t following him anymore, “you alright, Chica?”

HELL I’m not.

“Listen Rio, you need to make a beeline towards your car, now and fast.”

“What?” he slipped a hand around my shoulder, “No. No, you’re coming with me. Chez told me you’re my responsibility.”

I brushed his hand off my shoulder, and quickly regretted when I watched his face loose the color, I added, “Rowan’s here.”

Rio followed my gaze and stiffened. I gave him an apologetic glance as I jogged my way towards the professor’s car.

Rowan stood leaning against his car, the menacing aura had already began to plague his surroundings. I was unable to look him in the eye, shit scared for all the wrong reasons because no matter how hard I was going to explain this situation, I knew I was already qualified as a looser.

Rio followed my trail; I mentally regretted not warning him before hand since I could see through the entire scenario which sure wasn’t going to end pretty. One could take a bloody nose home or a broken arm in plaster—those were going to be Rio’s situations if he didn’t run now. Who was he messing with?

“It’s so good to see you here Mr. Masters.” Rio said, well naturedly.

I started a mental countdown,

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

“YOU LIED TO ME!”

Sure I expected an explosion, but this guy wasn’t giving me time to guess.

Rowan turned to face Rio and unleashed whatever amount of acid he could produce, “What the hell were you doing with her?”

 “Well, I was just..” Rio looked at me, then at Rowan and back, like a tennis match spectator. “You sure you’re gonna be alright?”

I nodded, hoping he would get a hint and leave. He back-walked, giving me one last glance, turned and jogged back towards his car.

Now it was just me, Rowan and the menacing silence which wasn’t peaceful anymore. His eyes gave me a through once-over. “Do I even want to know what the fuck you’ve been doing half naked at a club this late?”

“I can explain...”

“Get in the car.” when I didn’t move, he snarled loud, “NOW!”

I climbed into the car, shaking all over. The fear coiled deep inside my chest burning me all over. We drove to his apartment in silence, and I was two seconds close to begging him to drop me off at the dorm. There wasn’t a doubt about how much I had come to care for him, but I wasn’t so sure what he was capable of. He never spoke a word until we entered the apartment and that’s when he slammed the door shut behind him.

I stood in the far corner of the living area with my arms crossed over the front; I glanced up to look at him with whatever willpower I had. He stared back with fathomless dark eyes, as his gaze travelled from my shoe and slowly ended on my face. I wanted the ground to wallow me up whole.

It was either apologize or wait for the verdict, I chose the former, “I’m….I’m sorry....”

I watched him trash the nearest flower vase on the floor, it broke with an ear piercing sound, scattering all across the floor.

“Rowan let me just....”

I shut my eyes tight as a beautiful round crystal ball went down next.

A thick lump formed in my throat, I had to stop this trashing and breaking but I would be stupid to try and touch him at the moment. I chose to stand behind and watch the entire ‘bring-my-house-down-show’ until the end credits rolled, he spoke to me in the same calm-cold tone, which had me thinking he was better off screaming at me, “so tell me Alana, why did you lie to me?”

“I never lied to you, I would never....”

“Then tell me what the hell you’ve been doing with that guy?” he threw another breakable thing shattering down.

I flinched and backed away until my back touched the wall, “After I left your apartment, I went to the dorms like I said I would, and then I got a call from Chez, asking me to help him take Nina back to the dorms because she was drunk and wasted. So I went to Demon’s Bolt to convince her. That’s the only reason I went. I swear.”

Great. Nervousness can render you to babble-lism.

He continued to glare at me with bloodshot eyes, “Save your breath, I watched you leave the dorms with Rio.”

I was speechless, had he been stalking me?

“He only came to pick me up because Chez told him to, he was just a means of my transportation.”

“STOP LYING TO ME ALANA!” He screamed at the top of his lungs with that my pulse began to race.

“I’m telling the truth.” I whispered back the response.

Rowan’s erratic breathing began to surface, he paced the room in swift moves, his chest beginning to rise and fall and he literally started sobbing, “Baby please, tell me if you have someone else..don’t play with my emotions.”

“I’m not playing with your emotions Rowan,” my heart hurt so much just listening to him, “I love you. Only you.”

And we were back to square-one, he rubbed his temple, “then if you love me, why are you dressed like that? FOR WHOM?!”

“Nobody.” I didn’t have an answer to that one, because for what it’s worth—I wanted to swap my wild card at that time. I wanted to look good for myself.

“Oh, I know.” he beamed at me, as the false realization dawned him, “You love it when all those men flock around you and feed you all that unwanted attention. You are a smart cookie, Alana, you’re rubbing it in my face about how much superior you are compared to me. I’m just a fucking unemployed boyfriend. Have I got any of that wrong?”