Possive Husband

PH-11S

“halo, Ranielle...” the voice sounded as sweet as honey, flowing gently messing with my memory. Contrary to my heart that started beating abnormally, I felt a tightness. 

 

“ma-want why are you here?” I said, I should have been hysterical but it turned out that my voice sounded like nothing more than a whisper. I felt my guts instantly shrivel and the dark memory scroll came back to me.

With extremely trembling hands, I hurriedly tried to close the door in front of me. So I can feel safe, and be spared from this fucking guy.

“upss, relax aja darling. New also opened the door, the time to close again”

“go!” my yelling. I was really hysterical, trying to fight Julian who was holding the door. Half his body got into the house. No, I feel like I'll be threatened if Julian breaks into my house.

“i'm here and don't want to go” Julian grinned, tracing my body with his gaze from top to bottom. Instantly I felt nauseous and cold sweat started to wet my forehead.

“do not try to touch! you jerk!” I shouted as one hand tried to reach my waist. He clucked, and pushed the door, pushed me along and fell backwards.

“nah now the control is on me, you can not go anywhere dear” said Julian with a grin on his face, making my body again vibrate violently.

 

I slowly tried to crawl backwards, with everything I was feeling. I convinced myself to get up and stand on my own feet and run to avoid this jerk. I feel like a rabbit caught by its prey.

“don't touch me! just go! just go! go!” my voice is hoarse and weak. My throat felt sore from screaming continuously. A shadow a few years ago flashed in my mind and came back to me now.

“go please...” lirihku. My tears began to drip from my eyes. I was afraid, I kept begging Julian who kept coming at me and chased me like a cripple.

“I am not a demon, do not squirm I am rich gitu” said Julian gently.

Yes, you are not a demon but just a demon who scolds the most important thing in me. Julian's face looked displeased, he moved too fast and made my head even heavier and dizzy. 

My body trembled mercilessly, limp and shivering as I felt. I really felt disgusted by the hand that now traps both of my hands. Julian was so close to me, he placed a position on top of me that was now lying helplessly on the floor. One hand gripped firmly, holding it in front of the chest.

“why run dear?” Julian said softly, the back of his hand gently stroking my face.

“I'll take you here and there..” he continued. I tried to pull my head back, dodging his touch

“ja....do not touch...” my voice is truncated.

I feel like I'm going to end.

“apa?!” Julian growled furiously, his hand that was trying to touch me now clutching my chin violently.

“do not touch?! You belong to me, you know?!” continued. You psychopathic man.

Slowly Julian began to draw his face to me. His grip on my chin was too strong to let me avoid it. 

Suddenly I felt numb, my body cooling down instantly. I don't feel anything anymore, I die like a couple of years ago.

When Julian's face was really close and just a few inches away from my face, Satria's face crossed my mind.

Will Satria forgive me?

Will Satria be disgusted with me?

I feel contemptible…

I feel dirty…

Satria….

When I thought about Satria, I felt someone rush in and run towards me and Julian. I felt free and saw the light as Julian's body was forcefully pulled away from me, kept away from my body.

I turned my head weakly towards the sound of a commotion, suddenly all was heard ringing in my ear. Tranquility crept back to me as my hazy handler caught the silhouette of the body of someone I was well past.

“Satria....” murmured slowly, too slowly for others to hear. My body was drooping, I was still lying weakly in the area. The sound of my heartbeat sounded scary in my own ears.

My gaze was fixed on Satria who was teaching Julian, her face was filled with intense anger. He's too strong, but Julian can't fight him. I could see fresh blood flowing from one corner of Julian's mouth. And I don't care at all..

My mind is one, Satria is here. I'm secure.

“Meisha...” I heard Satria calling my man. He walked closer to me with pounding steps. He had already dragged Julian out of the house and locked the door.

Now, I feel completely safe.

“May..Meisha” once again Satria called my name. He grabbed me, helped me sit down. My bones don't feel like they're working to support my body.

“Satria..”.

“sorry I shouldn't be home late”

I smiled weakly. Satria grabbed me, drowning my face in her chest. Feels comfortable….

“maaf...”.

“me who should apologize, Mei” said Satria. He kissed the top of my head.

“sorry. I'm dirty.” I said weakly. I felt Satria's body stiffen, I started to cry again and I felt pain imagining her rejection.

“sorry. I'm not whole..” I said on my sobs. Satria remained silent saying nothing. I know he must be disgusted. But what I do not know, why Satria did not take off her embrace on me and vice versa. His hug tightened on me, hinting to protect me.