Taming the Devil (EDITED AND REVISED)

Chapter-34

Extremely pale skin and dark, big eye bags under eyes. Eyes red and puffy from crying and rubbing.Dark brown orbs staring back lifeless. Red nose.Hair a big mess making me look like a homeless drug addict.

I gripped sink and stared at myself in complete horror.

Once again my past was successful in destroying me completely. I was truly lost this time. I had nothing left in me to face my miserable life.

But i wasn't going to give up. I will continue to live my life. No matter how much pathetic it leaves me.

Tears brimmed my eyes once again and flowed down continuously.

I splashed cold water on my face and gulped two sleeping pills. My usual dosage was one but i just knew that one pill won't help.

I wiped my face and snuggled into my bed. As soon as i laid down i was out like light.

Sunlight stabbed my sensitive eyes like sharp knives. I opened my eyes reluctantly and strutted to bathroom to do my morning business.

After a long, hir shower i felt a little good. My body felt weak and i had a massive headache but sitting in here and weeping was definitely not going to help. So i decided to visit my sanctuary - my dance studio.

I quickly called alex and we decided to meet in two hours. My phone was flooded with text messages. Only one person can annoy me like this.

Michael fucking wilson.

In meanwhile i unpacked my bags and arranged everything.

After 50 minutes of shuffling and stuffing things i was done.

My phone beeped again earning a big groan from me. I decided to give it a peace and open my inbox.

-Yesterday-

Michael: scarlett it's not what you think. Please. We need to talk. I am sorry.

Michael: please baby talk to me. I am going crazy. I'm so so sorry.

Michael: i am going insane please reply me. Damn it.

Michael: you there? I am getting worried. Scarlett are you okay. Please at least let me know if you are okay. Just a word will do. Please.

Michael: baby please talk to me i am sorry.

Michael: i will tell you everything if you talk to me. Please i was angry and i was not thinking. I am truly sorry baby please let me explain myself.

-today-

Michael: scarlett please it's not funny please. I am scared shitless. Are you okay.

Michael: fucking reply me scarlett.

Michael: fuck it. I am coming to get you.

No no no no. He cannot come here. Shit. I need to do something.

Only option i am left with is calling. Calling is better than inperson confrontation.

So without wasting a moment i called him.

Phone kept ringing for few moments and finally he picked up. Thank god!! Pheeww!!