Chapter 35

35

I was shivering badly. The picture I held in my hand was of a girl lying naked and unconscious on a bed. Her body was bruised with the same purple and red marks that I had after the night of the movie premiere. I couldn’t stabilise my nerves, I held out all the stack of pictures that laid remaining in the drawer. And with each passing picture of different girls fully naked and bruised got my breath heavier. Tears were forming up in my eye sockets. A sudden hit of the emotion of running to save my life from the abuser hyperventilated me or he’d kill me for finding out all of this.

My hands were unstoppable, I kept swiping the pictures to make my brain accept the fact that the man who I called my boyfriend had such stuff in his private wardrobe. He was a famous celebrity who was being adored by millions but the ugly truth about him made me instantly abhor him. Tears blurred my vision as they were flowing without my permission.

Just then I saw what I prayed never to see again, I wa