Married To My Sister's Husband

Livy

I couldn't control my tears, they flowed down uninterruptedly, I bet I could bath in it.

Why exactly was I crying? Could it be the fact that for a brief moment there I completely surrendered my body to a man who wasn't mine and might never be mine, or could it be that at the end of everything that just happened, I'm the one who got the short end of the stick?

I tried to stop myself from crying, but I couldn't. I was beginning to look pathetic, at least that's what my mother would have said.

My eyes and head were hurting, and so was my heart. Tonight, without a push or any physical pressure, my heart was totally shattered.

I felt empty and cold like I was standing on ice, nothing had changed.

I thought maybe, just maybe something physical could just be a stepping stone in our relationship, but I was wrong.

I would never get anything out of these marriage, he said it himself, but I thought I could get things done my own way.

I was treated worse than trash tonight and it doesn't feel nice. I haven't felt this worthless before, and it feels so dry.

I gathered my strength and walked over to the couch where I laid curled up in a ball.

I needed a safe place, somewhere that was not my current reality but for how long?

I was sad but above all I was pissed, the way he treated me tonight was unsettling and I was done with it.

The reason why I can't be were he is, may be because I'm so timid, I know these well. And with such attitude i know I'll never find a place in his life for myself, so maybe it's time to stop.

But deep down I knew that once the sun rises tomorrow, I'll go back to my default setting, so why bother?

That realization alone made me understand just how much my mother was right about me all these years, so i just cried away my frustration. I must have cried myself to sleep because I didn't hear him come out of the bathroom.

It was 2:25am in the morning and I was jerked awake but some unsettling hands.

When I opened my eyes, they searched the room and landed on Markian's face.

He looked perplexed, what was wrong with him? I wondered. Did he have a bad dream or something?

It took just a split second for the pain to hit, then I realized that the look on his face was actually that of pure worry.

I have never seen him this way before now, hell, I thought nothing fazes him. Was he really concerned about me or was this just him pretending again, so I'll let my guide down?

I removed his hands from my shoulders and attempted to sit upright when the pain hit me again and I cringed in pure agony.

He held me close and helped me to sit upright steadily, but once again I shrugged his hands away from where they rested on my shoulders.

I bit my lower lips and pinned my nail into the couch to help stop me from groaning in pain.

I must have unintentionally woken up 'His Royal Highness' with my groaning while I was asleep.

I was about to tell him that I was sorry for waking him up and that he should go back to sleep, but was interrupted before I could form the words in between another horrible cramp.

"What's wrong? Is your stomach hurting...what should I do? Should I call for an ambulance, or maybe I should take you to the hospital myself? Are you in so much pain? I think you might be running a temperature, so let's just go to the hospital ok? I'll take you there." he inquired and suggested all at the same time.

I've never seen nor imagined that there was this side to Markian, a side that was caring and considerate.

He tried to put the back of his palm on my forehead, but I flinched away from his touch, even if a part of me wanted to enjoy this moment a while longer.

This moment when Markian is actually being nice to me is happening for real, right? I'm not imagining it, was I?

Just few hours ago, he had me on that bed completely at his mercy but called me shameless, and told me he can't even pretend to want to be with me.

No, it's not real, he's not getting me this time. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice shame on me- I just can't fall for this.

I suddenly felt very nauseous and was about to throw up, so I pushed his hand away which intended on giving me a comforting rub on my back- or at least I thought that was what he wanted to do, and I ran into the bathroom.

I threw up to my heart's content, with the entire dinner I had with Daniel all gone down the drain.

The cramps and the headache felt like a hole was being bored inside my head and lower abdomen, I didn't even notice him standing right next to me.

Oh wow, now this was embarrassing. I look like a mess and even worse, I smelled terrible.

I pushed his hands away

the mirror while holding my lower

mirror and saw him looking at... was he really staring at

I quickly turned and realized my dress

my God, could tonight get

tried to hide it with my hands and asked him

and made my

barely walk with the dizziness and pain I was feeling. So I just sat at the corner and realized I didn't come in with a sanitary pad or a

I heard a knock on the

them here by the door" he said, dropping off something by the door

so I gently opened the bathroom door and found my night wear

a tampon, one of my panties and a small pharmacy drug bag. At this point all my anger faded away like tiny whispers, and my chest became so warm

doubt if his concern towards me was real or fake anymore, I just wanted to be close to him

I got dressed and slipped in the tampon- it was my first time

him stand by the bathroom door, was he probably waiting

up..." he said, clearing his throat as my eyes darted to the red blood stain

side of the bed and laid down quietly without saying a word, once

Markian

that I may have hurt her by mistake? But what do I care?

sleep but I couldn't, so I turned to look towards the couch were she laid all

but when she turned to face me, I saw

Was she really having a bad dream? and if she was, it wouldn't hurt to wake her up, right? So I jerked

she was surprised, so I thought maybe it was just a bad dream, but when she

when my mother was being hospitalized. She had cancer and was in so much pain all the time. UShe would often stifle the pain

kidnapped as kids. She was in so much pain but

her, and even though we became friends, I wasn't able to help her. I wanted desperately to take the pain from her, but in the end, I abandoned her like my

of cases that could be the

each

she wanted me to be nice to her, and now I was she was turning me down? Ok, maybe what I did tonight wasn't completely right, but I too have suffered from her constant betrayal and

I still found myself going after her

did I become concerned of what's happening to Livy. She could stand and walk, so she wasn't in

I saw the blood stain on her dress, it means it wasn't

wouldn't come out to

them in an order that she won't be embarrassed to accept it, then I called for her to take

I made a ring out of years ago, but why does Livy have

confused, it couldn't be the same ring, and moreover it's been so

was still feeling a bit restless. So, I looked at the bathroom door and saw that she had taken

a job well done and stood by the door, waiting for her to finally

surprised as to

messy bun which made her features more vivid. The nightwear I had picked

looking quite bigger than I'ld noticed before, with her nipples standing and inviting, they were breathtaking- what a work of art, I imagined.

the couch is a bit messed up..." I managed to cough out, clearing my throat's t that had suddenly

wondered as she moved silently to the bed and

took a glass of water and drank every bit of it, hoping it would quench the desire that was burning inside of

for another 30mins -wondering what it would have been like if she

name is..." I went shut

me terribling in fear and sobbing softly almost silently. Other little girls would have cried so loudly, and we would have been caught

had to be quiet if we wanted to escape. I took her hand and we crawled our way out the basement through a hole on the

were or who we are,

very small and fragile looking but had a lot of endurance, the only problem was that she wouldn't

each time I touched her body, so I knew I had to protect

times than I did. It was her idea to

a day, then took us to the orphanage- since the station wasn't a place for kids, while they made more investigations to

was often taken to the clinic because she

me but I knew deep down she was disappointed to

goodbye or at least knowing her name, but she was unconscious and my stepmother wasn't very patient, so she dragged me

had a dream or was it a memory of what happened years ago? Why now, when it's been

peacefully on my chest, but I didn't flinch. I remained there as I unconsciously studied her hairline and face, wondering just

peaceful as her chest rise and fell

so I moved my free hand to her neck to check her pulse and check mine too. Something I picked up in my time at the

perfectly and that little

sweet smell of her hair until it cultivated a little space

waking up, so I shut my eyes pretending to still