“You nervous?” Hannah looked at me through the mirror, her hands gently rubbing my shoulder.“I am.”“You sure about this?”“Hannah," I turned away from the mirror and held her hand. “I love Gabriel. Not because we studied together and he was only guy who cared about me, but because he would risk his life to protect mine. I love him. I am sure about this. We both will be happy.” I assured her.“Does he know about the prophecy?”“No. I haven’t told him anything. I don’t want to-”“But Zayla-”“Please Hannah. I want this. Please just be happy for me.”“I am. And trust me, I will be the happiest when you prove the prophecy to be wrong.” She hugged me and I hugged her back.“I will finally have a family I can call my own.” Tears over took my emotion.“I wish you a happy life with Gabriel.”I had no one to walk me down the aisle so Hannah asked her dad to accompany me and he happily accepted. He’s always called me his second daughter.“You look beautiful Zayla.” Hannah’s dad hugged me and
I didn’t realize for how long I was asleep until I heard loud commotions downstairs. I could hear it was Gabriel’s voice and it felt like he was scolding the maids. I was startled when I heard glass breaks. So I sat up and got out of bed. When I reached to the door and opened it Gabriel was already approaching my way. I was shocked seeing his attire; he wasn’t wearing the coat from this morning, the shirts weren’t tugged in properly like before, his neat gelled hair was all messy and he wreaked alcohol. “Did you seriously get this drunk on our wedding night?” I asked him as he entered the room. “Oh I am so sorry Zayla. Did you want be to be sober for something?” he said with a smirk. His sarcasm wasn’t hidden. “Let’s just talk tomorrow.” I closed the door and walked pass him but he grabbed my hand. I tried to break free but he grabbed them even more tightly. “Gabriel leave. You’re hurting me.” “Oh did I hurt you?” he left the hold and raised his hands up in surrender. But the
I was done fighting back. I was done wishing for happiness. I was done with life and everything I ever believed in.I did not know what it was but I felt like my life was cursed. I must have committed a heinous sin in my past life to suffer so much in this one. But still, never in the past have I ever had the urge to give up. I had always hoped for a good future for myself. But at this very moment, I knew I had none in my destiny. I was born to suffer. And I knew I would die the same way.As I was thinking about the cruelty of life, I felt a heavy load drop on top of me.Gabriel had lost his consciousness.I felt a little sense of relief that I was not taken by force. That I still had my purity with me.I pushed his heavy body on the other side of bed and breathed the air of relief. But then again I slowly turned towards him, towards the face I had trusted my life on, and now towards the face I would resent forever.Seeing his sleeping face, I recalled all those night we’d spent toget
Gabriel’s p.o.vThis morning when I woke up, the first thing I saw was her face and the wounds on her forehead and lips. They were still fresh. I was too drunk last night and I couldn’t recall anything. But still I knew that it was because of me. I was the one who hurt her. And as much as I wanted to have her in my arms and treat those wounds myself as I beg her for forgiveness, I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t forgive her first. I couldn’t forget Albert.“Drinking on an empty stomach so early in the morning huh?” Alex pulled the chair beside me and sat on it, breaking my musings.“No one called you here.”“I am aware. And this is a public bar. One can come uninvited. This is how this place runs.”“I am not in the mood Alex.”“Whatever… you just got married yesterday and here you are drinking like a complete loser.”“I said I am not in the mood.”“Forget the past Gabriel. You loved Zayla without knowing that she was related to Albert. And he is gone now. So forget the past and move on.
I slowly walked back towards the bed and knelt down beside her. I don’t know if what I was feeling was because of the mate things or if it was truly me, but I felt deep resent towards myself for everything. Maybe she did deserve this hate and pain or maybe she didn’t but I couldn’t get myself to leave the past the way Alex wanted me too. I couldn’t pretend as if everything was okay. I couldn’t be the Gabriel that Zayla had first met. And I would forever hate myself for that.Zayla’s p.o.vI opened my eyes feeling immense pain in my head, like someone had hit me with a metal rod. The surrounding around me looked all unfamiliar. It wasn’t my room.I could feel something pressing my hand down and when I looked for what it was, I saw a large beautiful manly hand placed on top of mine and then… I saw his face.Sitting on the floor with one hand gently holding mine and head resting peacefully on the bed. He was the man I wanted to call mine until yesterday, until yesterday he was supposed t
Is this really the end for me? I recall everything, every moment that happened in my life for all the years I have lived as I take another step forward towards the swimming pool. All those years and yet not one year passed by happily for me. Is this what they meant by cursed? I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks and my heart weighted more than normal. Why me? I have always been afraid of water but not today, today is the bravest I have been and also the most craven. With another step, I jump inside the pool. Flashbacks of the past flashed in front of my eyes as I was closing them forever.Around 4 years back. Zayla's p.o.v“Hi everyone! My name is Zayla Pierce.” I said as I stood beside the teacher in my new classroom.“Is that all you want to say to your new classmates?” the teacher gently spoke to me.I nodded. That was it. I just nodded.This new environment was not for me. All these new faces staring at me; few with curiosity, few with jealousy and few like hungry dogs- sorr
“Sir, since it’s her first day and she has not brought her books, can I share mine with her?” a voice took all the attention. I turned back and Ethan gave me a sweet smile and winked at me. Did he sense that I was not comfortable with that question? Did he interrupt to save me? Did he help me? Because if he did, then that would be a record-breaking event of my life. No one has ever helped me without expecting anything in return except for one uncle whom I will forever be in debt to. My adoptive parents kept me around them only because they were receiving money from an organization to help fulfil my expenses. I never saw a single penny of it myself. That was until the person in charge noticed that I wasn’t being treated right and so he sneaked in some money and gave them to me personally every time he made a visit. All thanks to him, I saved enough to run away from that hell and all thanks to his connections that I got admission in this school. “Sure,” the teacher agreed. Ethan got
I felt like I was finally free. I could no longer feel any of my body parts. It was like they had all found their safe haven and left me, like my parents, like my adoptive family… like Ethan. “Hey, can you hear me?” I heard a faint voice in the dark endless path I was walking on. “Please, wake up.” The voice had sadness in it and it ached me hearing them. “I am sorry, please don't go.” I knew that familiar voice, but I could not figure out its owner. “Please Zayla, please don’t leave me.” He sounded like he was crying, like he was pleading. “I love you.” Just then I felt like a fish who’d been caught on a hook. I was immediately pulled out of the darkness and all I could see was a blurred figure of a man until I realized I was coughing really hard. “Zayla? Thank god! Are you okay? I am so sorry Zayla. I will accept all of your punishments, just don’t leave me. I love you Zayla. I love you.” His words roamed around my head before I was dragged back into the darkness. Flashb