33- Hurt me, kill me.

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"I love Maximus, I only love him" Katherine yells at my face

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"I love Maximus, I only love him" Katherine yells at my face.

"No No, you don't" I replied in disbelieve

Once again I woke up with a jolt, every fucking night I had these dreams, Katherine proving Maximus' words to be correct. 

His words have created doubt, I know he is manipulating, just as he did with my sister, he is the manipulator and ruins your mind with bad thoughts and delusion.

I had called Katherine here, she will arrive in a week after her exams, I have not told her the actual reason for calling, I have no words to form, but I know this needs to be end soon, I have not slept well in days.

Every moment his words reverberated in my ears, I shake in fear thinking about them again and again, I am trying hard to forget his words and think something else, but I fail miserably every fucking time.

"No No, she loves me and hates that bastard" I scream in the empty room and scattering and throwing every object in a fit of rage and helplessness.

"No No, she loves me and hates that bastard" I scream in the empty room and scattering and throwing every object in a fit of rage and helplessness

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"That's enough, Bella" I hear the very agitated voice of Augustin.

Augustin has been patient, utmost quiet and understanding knowing my mental condition, he gave me space when I needed it and comfort when I desired the same, despite he does not approve and despise the fact that someone else is ruling my mind, someone else instilling fear in my soul.

He believes my every emotion should belong to him, and time and again he had proved it.

"Are you done? " he is clearly angry with me, he grips my jaw.

He made me look at him, and even with blurry eyes, I could rage in his eyes, the anger which I never want to see or witness again.

"I gave you fucking space, let you cry in my arms because of another man for days, I fucking let it slip, you are fucking stronger than this" he grips grew tighter.

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