Josh's POV

My head pounds as rage encompasses me. Over and over again, the image of Samaira being assaulted comes to my mind. The bastard man had pulled her hair and called her whore. My inside burns with hatred, all I want at that moment is to kill the man. The man is her ex-husband. That means she is... she is divorced. But why did she lie in the first place? Then again why would she tell me the truth? Who am I? Just a stranger.

I need to breathe and calm down. I pick up the guitar from the chair and sit. The chords are unharmonious like my brain. Still, I drum away. A moment later, I hear Samaira light footsteps. I don't look at her just yet. I am not sure what I should say or if she will be interested in me. Though, after what seemed like a long time, I turn towards her and meet her gaze. The colour on her face is drained and she looks scared.

"Your ex-husband seemed like a pleasant man," I croak.

"I don't know what to tell you," she mumbles, her hand clasped together in the front.

"Why would you tell me anything?" I complain and held her gaze. I want to see beyond those beautiful black eyes.

"Don't say that. We are ... I don't know what is this between us. You must understand my past is messy. I am still in the mess," she says as tears slide down her cheeks.

I take a deep breath to calm down and fail miserably. I stand dropping my guitar on the sofa chair. "How could you let him treat you like that?" I growl.

She looks positively pale. "I don't," she answers.

"He assaulted you, Mey. How could you stand that? You should have let me stay by your side. I wouldn't have let him touch you," I breathed out.

"Is that why you are angry?" she asks, surprised.

"Of course, I am angry. How could he assault you?" I shot back. "I am shocked. That's what I am."

"It's a long story, Josh..." she mutters placing her hands on the back of the sofa chair opposite me.

"You lied to me," I say not wanting to sound hurt.

"I had to," she counters wiping her tears.

"That's right. I am nobody to you," I tell her and retract to the stairs.

I heard her say my name. but I don't stop. I don't turn around. I just want to be alone.