His darkest desire Episode 6 – 7

🌸🌸 HIS DARKEST DESIRE 🌸🌸

📖 Ciscawrites ✍️

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CHAPTER SIX:

Skylar 🖊️

Can you just believe what he said? Because I definitely can’t.

He wants to know what happened, and who actually did the marks on my face.

Was he really that concerned? Or was he only trying to find out for no reason?

Shrugs…

Does he even have a caring heart?
What will he do even if I told him?

Urgh…

“ Don’t get that into your mind, Skylar. ”

“What happened to your face? Who did this to you?” Did I heard him right? Or is it just me imagining it?

I had to forfeit going to work because of Marco and to avoid his beatings this time. On the other hand, I didn’t want anyone to notice the crazy marks on my face.

I’m just not in the mood to be pitied.
I laid on my bed,my eyes looking at the ceiling and I wanted an answer to why he suddenly cared.

Did he really cared?

Why am I even bothered? After all, he can’t do anything even if I did tell him.

Van Nuys Psychiatric Hospital…

I pressed the button, walking in.

Did I ever mentioned I changed my mind?
Yes, I did.

Doctor Ivan had to call me, unlike usual when I came to the hospital before eight o’clock.
He wanted to know if I was alright.

Not lying this time. Told you, I’m tired of that.

Again, he was having a press up. This is getting to be the sixth time I’m walking in to see him doing that and he’d be sweating profusely.

This time, I was the one to act like I never noticed him. Even though I know I would end up noticing him.

I meant, I have to ask him some few questions and the rest of them. Don’t get me wrong.

We sat opposite each other, you can think of the rest. It’s still not necessary, tho.

We went through our normal procedure, I thought today was gonna be a quick one not until doctor Ivan told me that the prison officers are requesting for a quick treatment so as to take him back.

Which means, I’ll have to spend much time with him than the other days.
It was as if he had minimize the way he stares at me and I’m thankful for that.

Even though he had to steal glances at me often, not really directly at me, I meant the scar.
From the way he looked, a lot of questions were written on his face. But he doesn’t know how to ask them.

Actually, I wasn’t ready to answer any of them.

The long silence was interrupted by the ringing sound of my phone. I looked at the dialler, it was Marco.

Sighs…

It was as if a burning anger grew in,side of me that I decided not to answer his call. He called again and I did the same thing. When he called for the third time, I cut the call.

“Ain’t you gonna answer the call?” He asked.

I scoffed, not looking at who had just talked.

If he knew it was that devil calling that has done this on my face, he will thank me a thousand times for not answering the damn call.

“It’s not necessary.”

“Who is he to you?” He asked again.

I got disturbed by his questions.
Why is he so inquisitive over my personal life?
Does it matters to him?

“Why are you asking?” I threw back at him.

“Why don’t you want to pick the call? ”

Urgh…

” Are you going to keep asking me those? ” I snorted. ” How does my life have to do with you? You’re a prisoner and I’m your doctor, can’t you see the big difference between us. Don’t try to act concerned. Don’t try to act like you care! You don’t! ” I breathed a thousand breath to calm myself down.

And all the while, he listened with silence.
I wanted him to talk back.
I wanted him to give me this angry look.
I wanted to feel his hands on my neck strangling the life outta me but, no.

He just listened…

I sighed, taking my eyes from his horrible gaze.
I was feeling the anger burning in me, anger I wasn’t sure if it were for him or Marco.

All I know is that I was damn angry. Even at that, I still have a part of me that was scared.
I knew something worst than Saturday night awaits me tonight.

I heard the sound of a car parking at the garage and I didn’t expect anyone to tell me who it was.

I could hear his footsteps approaching closer and closer in each count.
Then on the door, he landed a knock.

First, I had to take in as much air I can ever inhale before making it for the door.

“Good evening.” I greeted, he ignored me.

After making some few steps away, he stopped, turning to look at me.
Oh! Marco… Not this time, please.

“I called you three times earlier this afternoon and you decided to ignore my calls? ” He asked, his face already making a frown look.

” I’m sorry, I was a lot busy at that time so I couldn’t pick your calls.”

“What was so important at that moment that you couldn’t reply my call? ” He threw back at me.

” I uh- I was attending to my patient. And it’s really an offense t… ”

” Your patient? ” He asked,” What patient? ”

” Marco! Why all this questions? You can’t expect me to leave my patient because of you. He needed my assistance at that moment, I couldn’t forefeit attending to him.”

“So,” he rubbed his chin, “your patient is so important to you than I am? Right?”

“I didn’t say that. I only said my patient needed my… ” He landed a slap on my cheek, not r0mantically, but deadly.

I gave him a hærd stare, wanting an answer to why he had just slapped me, though I knew I wouldn’t get the answer.

“Marco, what did you just do? You slapped me, Marco? You…”

He interrupted with a heavy m-ssage on my other cheek. I could hear the shocking sound of the hot slap on my cheek.
I blinked constantly to push in the tears that threatened to fall.

Poor me to think that was over when he dragged me by my hair to my room, tossing me to the ground like a rag.

My forehead, the same s₱0t of the scar hit the ground.
f-ck!
He shut the door forcefully, bolting it from the outside.

I yelled, crying out the tears I had pushed in.
I gro-ned several times, feeling as my blood rolled out of it.
I went to the bathroom, cleaning up the rolling bloods from goshing out the more.

I stared at the wound, honestly, it’s beyond description.

Again, we had to sleep in our separate rooms…

* * *

I was under two probability, either I stay back and give myself a day break to work on myself or…

I attend to my patient first before visiting a doctor to have my wound better treated.

But… I made up my mind to…

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CHAPTER SEVEN:

Skylar 🖊️

I was under two probability, either I stay back and give myself a day break to work on myself or…

I attend to my patient first before visiting a doctor to have it better treated.

I made up my mind to visit Van Nuys first before going to the hospital.
I stared at myself at the mirror for an hour, dressing my hair in the proper manner to hide the scars. I even had to trim my hair down to have it unoticed.

I can’t even look at my face, I looked different.
The scar was so deep than before… “Marco, I hate you so much.”

I drove to the parking lot of the hospital, giving myself the last check-up before making my way to room 204, that’s my patient ward.

I wanted things to end up so fast so as I can leave to meet my doctor. Unknowingly to me, I found myself in a moment like yesterday.

I didn’t notice I had been crying until he asked, “Why the tears?”

I felt the deepness of his voice pierce in,side me, bringing me out of the world of pains and sorrow.
I quickly wiped off the tears, trying to act normal like nothing ever happened.

“Nothing.” I sniffed, “I’ll talk to doctor Ivan about your new drugs. I… ” I sniffed more h-rder but ended up crying more than I had done.

I wanted someone to hold me tight,
I wanted someone to dry my tears.
I wanted a k-ss in my forehead and a voice telling me that everything was gonna be alright.
I wanted someone to make me feel warm from the shivers of tears and sorrows.

And when I thought of no one in particular, someone in particular offered them to me… More than I asked for.

I don’t know how, but I felt at home in his warm embrace, that I could freely pour out all my tears on him.
And I wanted to be this way for eternity, just this way.

He tapped my back like a kid, his hands brushing my hair softly calming me down and I knew any seconds from now we’ll discharge from each other.

He broke the hug, staring into my w-t red eyes. I wanted to look away, I tried to, but saw myself staring into those welcoming blue eyes.

I felt home in his gaze. This time, they weren’t horrible, they were comforting.

With his thumb, he dried the tears stained on my cheeks. He shifted my hair to the side, glaring at the deep scar on my forehead.

He frowned, “He did this to you? The one who called you yesterday?”

How did he know?
How did he found out?
I can remember not telling him a thing… How come?

I buried my face to the ground as if my answers were contained in it.
I nodded dully.

After a brief silence, I rose my eyes at his already dark eyes.
They looked angrier than I was, as if it were him Marco had brutally wounded.

“Who is he to you?” He asked.

“He… he’s my fiance. ” I said, hoping to see more reasons for him to be annoyed the more.

“Your fiance?” He scoffed. “He did this to you? How heartless of him to do this to a girl. Does it always end like this every night? ”

I hesitated. Honestly, the answer is ‘yes’
“Sometimes.”

“What are you still doing in his house? You should find somewhere else to live other than living with an animal. ”

But what can I do?
He has our engagement ring, in a month we’ll be couples… Even if I wanted to leave that house as much as anyone does, I can’t.

I just can’t…

Marco was my first love, my first k-ss, my life.
He made me understand what love was, he first took away the world of loneliness from me.
If I wanted the chance to leave, remembering our past moments together will make me quit the thoughts.

“This isn’t love,it’s torture. How can you fall in love with man who keeps hurting you. Look at your face, he’s destroying you!”

” I know, all the same he is my fiance.”

” Are you even listening to yourself? You still call that f*ck your fiance?” He looked away, angrily.

I wish I can understand what that look mean. I wish…

“All my life, I’ve wanted to feel loved, to believe there is someone who loves me. I wanted someone who can understand my problems, care for me, someone to be there for me. But no, my world, my life is totally different. I can’t be someone’s special and you know what? I don’t care anymore. ”

Am I really saying this?
Yes…
That’s just fact number one…

Fact number two…
We’ll find that out someother time.

We stood in silence for minutes, I guess.
I wiped off the remaining stains in my cheeks, I said. “I have to go get this treated.”

I left…

Back at my home, I returned so early that was 6:40 pm, Marco was already back from work.
I entered to see him reading a newspaper with a magazine beside him.

His attention was on what he was reading that he didn’t notice me enter. I walked close to where he sat,

“Marco, I wanna tell you something.” I said coldly, yet fearfully.

Who knows what this devil will do next?

“What is it?” He asked not looking at me.

I knelt down, letting the hot tears fall down. ” I’m sorry, Marco, for everything. I’ve been such a fool for a long time and I deserve whatever treatment you give to me. I only beg you of something, please don’t hate me. I promise to be faithful to you. I’m going to be a changed person. ”

Now, he dropped the newspaper beside, rubbing my cheek dearly.
” I understand how you feel and I’m very happy you’ve come back to your sense. But the truth is, I don’t think I can trust you anymore. ” He said, standing. He took with him his newspaper and magazine, leaving for the guest room.

“Marco, please… don’t walk out from me. Please, I promise… I’m gonna be a changed person. Just… give me some time. Just some time.. I promise. Marco… Please… Please… Ple… Please, Marco. ” I bathed myself with my tears.

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To Be Continued…

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