As the door dramatically slowly shuts after Eleandro has left I stare at the closed door and think of all the things that had happened in my life in the recent past.

Red house.

Xavier and Jaxson.

Strip dance.

Mr. Salvis.

Contract.

Rules.

New York.

Family.

Fiance.

Punishments.

Engagement party.

Secrets.

By the time I review everything and connect the dots how everything he told me today matches with bits of information I had, I'm overwhelmed.

My knees give up and I land on the floor roughly, my ankles twisting painfully. My whole body shakes as I break into sobs but no voice comes out.

I try to breathe in and out to control my sobs but breathing in just seems impossible.

My eyes find the beer bottle kept on the glass table and I pick it and throw it against the door of the room breaking it into a thousand pieces.

The glass shatters everywhere along with the liquid. Like a maniac, I rise up and throw every decorative, frame, and book that my hands reach on the floor smashing it into pieces.

I don't know what I'm doing or why I'm doing this. I have never been a violent type except once I have punched a boy at the orphanage in the jaw because he was saying bad things about my mother. It was the same day that I swore to never punch someone's jaw because even though it looks heroic it hurts like hell.

Jesus, I don't even know why I'm crying for a person from who I wished to be freed.

I gasp for breath as my lungs start burning because of lack of oxygen and I try to focus on my breathing.

I stumble because of dizziness and then all I know is that darkness engulfed me and honestly I'm thankful for that. There is only so much a person can take.

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My neck hurts as I slowly open my heavy eyes. The morning light lits the room and instantly my eyes burn.

I try to sit as my back pains like hell as if broken even though not. I look at how I had spent the night unconscious on the floor with bareback which explains the back pain.

My eyes scan the room which looked so pure in complete white yesterday looks like a complete mess now.

I try to stand up but then immediately lose my balance and fall back on the floor because of a prickling pain in my right leg.

I inspect it to see the sole of my foot pierced by glass shreds and completely covered in blood. I look at the floor around and see patches of blood at some places.

I was so enraged last night that I didn't even register the pain when it hurt me.

I once again look around at the broken glass pieces of the beer bottle, decorative, and frames. Torn pages from the books and the covers were thrown all around. This time I notice the fact that remained unnoticed till now.

He didn't even come to check up on me.

My eyes again start to fill up with tears again but I close them and bottle up my feelings.

Dragging myself to the nearby wall for support I stand and wince as my whole body hurts.

I slowly make my way towards the cupboard where the mini-fridge is and open it. Taking one of the alcohol bottles I go towards the in-suite bathroom.

I open the drawers below the sink and find a first aid box. Keeping the alcohol and the kit besides the sink, I get undress.

One thing about backless dresses is it so easy to get out of them.

Opening the kit I see a bottle of anti-bacteria liquid so I ditch the alcohol bottle and take out the liquid.

Picking up a hand towel from the basket of towels kept on the sink, I pour half of the anti-bacteria liquid on it.

Inspecting my foot I see a piece of glass still there. I take out the glass slowly as more blood starts gushing out. Even a slight movement of toes hurts like someone has stabbed my foot with a knife.

Without thinking much I just take the hand towel and keep it on the open wound.

Tears leave my eyes and this time I couldn't stop them. Neither the tears nor the shrieks but I don't remove the towel.

After I'm sure that the blood has stopped has coming out, I remove the now stained red towel. Taking some cotton I clean the dry blood around the wound.

This will probably require an injection.

I hear my phone ring and slowly come out of the bathroom to find it among the mess.

I see it thrown, screen facing the floor beside one of the book covers. I pick it up to see the screen cracked and Jenna's number popping up.

Reluctantly I pick it up. "Hello. "

My voice sounds heavy and hoarse so I clear my throat which is of no use.

"Hey, Daphne. How are you feeling now? After you left the party I came to check up on you but met Eleandro on the way instead. He said you were sleeping. "

"Better. Just have a dull throb in the head. "

Lie. Lie. Lie.

"Oh. You should take medicines on the way back. Headaches can intensify in flights. Although we will be heading for breakfast in half an hour. Meet us in the hall downstairs."

I just hummed in response while my mind ran miles.

Flight today.

Back to London.

We go our own ways.

My heart starts racing again while I try to think about something to stop this from happening.

I pick up the hotel intercom and call for room service in twenty minutes while I go to the shower along with the fresh pair of my clothes Jenna had brought for me the other day.

Standing below the shower I turn the water to hot and when I get accustomed to it I turn it hotter till it reaches its maximum temperature. As the water cascades down my body, it relaxes my stiff muscles and clears my head even though my wound hurts, it's not what matters now.

Drying off, I first apply an antiseptic lotion on the wound, cover it with cotton, and then secured it tightly with the bandage.

After wearing the yellow baggy t-shirt with a modern art printed in front along with a dark blue denim jeans and jacket, I'm glad to find a pair of socks and ankle-length brown boots with block heels.

This will cover up the bandages.

I put it on and then stand in front of the mirror which is thankfully not broken. My eyes look red and puffy while hair is a mess. My foot hurts even more now wearing a heel but to show that everything is fine I have to endure this.

Someone knocks the door and go and open it to see the hohousekeepingtaff standing there.

I call him in and looking around his eyes go wide.

I know. Sorry.

"Ma'am you will charged for damaging hotel's property.", he said with a concerned face.

"I know. I'll manage it. " I say and then quickly brush my hair to leave.

I haven't seen him since yesterday's night. Where was he?

My mind wanders while my feet carry to the hall. I see Suzzane and Eleandro standing there and a lumps starts falling in my throat.

I look at Suzzane as she laughs at something Eleandro says and thinks about everything that she will go through when she will know that Eleandro and I are no more together.

I look at Eleandro and think about how much he has suffered and how much he is willing to do for his family.

I feel guilty for pressuring him to tell me the truth. He was right it was not the right time. I feel guilty for destroying everything we had together because I was just too selfish to think about myself.

This is it.

We have our eight hours of flight to London in two hours where we will go our ways. In these ten hours, I will do my best to convince him to continue this thing.

I hope I don't screw this up.

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