Revenge to The Devil

Jonathan put me into his car and kept silent. I also didn't want to talk. Seeing him light a cigarette, I noticed that his hand was bloody, there was a bit of glass in his flesh dyed with red wine. Imagining the feeling of applying alcohol on the wound, I couldn't help rubbing my palm, feeling the sharp pain.

I detested him as much as I loved him. I wanted to hand him a tissue from my pocket, but it was a pity that I was wearing Lisa's clothes. I said," Your hands, shall we clean the wound in the hospital?"

"No!" he said abruptly.

"No!" he said again.

I turned away from him, but after a while I could not control myself and glanced at his hands again, whispering," It is easy to get infected, let me deal with it." Seeing that he didn't respond, I sat closer to him, turning on the light in the car, to pull the large pieces of glass out of his palm carefully.

There were some small ones left. I tried several times to get them out, but I failed. In a hurry, I put my mouth to his palm, intending to suck them out. As I was about to inhale, he suddenly pulled his hand away, sucking mouthfuls of blood himself and spitting out the window. There was silence.

He even refused to smoke, it was obvious that his mood was terrible. After a long time, he threw the cigarette out and said in a mocking tone, "It was a very touching reunion!"

But it still can't move your brutal stone-like heart!" he said.

He turned to me with an awful smile, "If Steven knows that you have intended to have sex with me half a month ago, I don't know whether he would be touched by it."

I could say nothing. So many lights and stars, could not illuminate the night. So many words and tears, could not regain the withered love.

I wanted to have a good rest, closing my eyes, I leaned against the back of the chair. However, I had a splitting headache. Lisa said I should get a good sleep after drinking, but I still couldn't fall asleep.

The wind coming through the window was chilly since the slightly exposed clothes were too light to withstand the cold, I curled up and hugged myself. Then I felt a coat covering me, blocking out the chilly wind. But I was unwilling to open my eyes for fear that it might be an illusion.

When the car stopped, I was about to sit up. I was lifted out of the car with powerful arms. His embrace was still so warm. And I pressed my face against his chest, like a child. His body stiffened for a moment, and his hands tightened around my waist. Then I heard him murmur to himself, "Women! You never know who she thinks about when she lies in your arms!"

My heart was so strained and broken that I couldn't even breathe. When I saw his bleeding hand on my shoulders, my cold heart was revived, and I said, "If I said that I'm thinking of you! will you believe it?"

I could not see his expression, but I could hear him sigh and say, "If I had not seen the touching embrace just ten minutes ago, I would have believed you. But now, I can't believe a word you say."

My heart was hurt even more! But I have to admit that I wouldn't believe it, either. Arriving at the house, he put me on the sofa and walked upstairs alone. In eight years, he had never left me on the couch that way! "Why are you so cruel," I asked.

"Do you think I am cruel? Do you want to hear much crueler things?" He stopped and looked back at me, coldly and said, "I can tie you to your bed and enjoy it before I throw you into a nightclub, then you will understand the word 'indecent'. Or I can inject drugs into you, and you may detest me. I can make you suffer in all sorts of ways, which one do you want to try?" he asked.

"It is crueler to tease me!" I said as I got up and ran to him, looking up at his eyes, "How could you break my heart after I loved you so faithfully?"

"You know why!" He grabbed my arm and pulled me, yelling, "Don't you think that I don't know! " Then, he pushed me away. "Forget it, you are ignorant of affection." I reached out to pull him as he was going upstairs as if grasping my last hope, "Is it because Steven has come back that you are abandoning me? Because you promised to give me to him, right?" I asked.

"Steven just came back the day before yesterday!" he said and shook my hands away, showing no emotion. "It has nothing to do with Steven and Desiree Smith, I just don't like you at all and don't want to stay with you any longer. That's all!" he shouted.

"Are you in love with that other girl?" he asked.

He snorted coldly. "Why don't you consider why you should deserve people's love?" he said and went upstairs.

I squatted on the ground, holding my knee against my dying heart. My heart almost stopped beating. Eventually, the love that should not have begun had come to an end, it was good.