STEVA'S PASSION

ALL DESTROYED

STEVA POV.

"Master?" the Guards who were chasing me have arrived. I didn't care about them, my hands still clutched Razz's collar impolitely, like a delinquent, then I took off my hands that were clutching at his work, and I wiped my tears, I don't like to look weak, but I want to vent my anger, sadness and emotions.

Razz took my hand, he was about to take me away, but In his left hand, Liora had held Razz's hand.

"Don't go" Liora cried. And Razz really took off his hand that was holding mine.

"Cih." I screeched in disgust. My chest is burning and my heart is burning, my blood is boiling and my head is about to break. The bastard and the bastard have united.

"Take Mrs Steva home!" razz orders the Guards firmly.

"I don't want to! I don't want to live in your house anymore, you bastard! I want to go, I want you to divorce me, you hear me, asshole? Let-sick me!" I continued to wrangle as the Guards' rough big hands dragged me out of the main lobby of the apartment building, I saw Gulnora still standing at the door pecking, her eyes twinkling with clear circles seeping through, I know he was staring intently at Razz, and maybe he was disappointed in his great master's attitude as well.

"Stop me, I don't want to go back to that house, it's just a hell of a palace, let me go!"

'Shelf!' the car door was closed and locked. Gulnora came in and sat down beside me, saying nothing, but her tears explained that if she felt sorry for me, Gulnora grabbed my trembling body, she hugged me very tightly.

"I hate him, Mrs Gulnora! I hate your great master. I hate both of them, Mrs Gulnora, hysterical hyx." Gulnora just kept quiet and hugged me tighter and tighter, occasionally I felt my back being caressed with her loving hands.

Gulnora did not ask me to be quiet or calm, she just listened to me babbling which is more precisely all kinds of swearings, curses, and oaths.

"Why don't people like him Gulnora? Hyks hyks hyks." My last swear sentence after I ran out of words and just cried in Gulnora's arms so bitterly.

The car enters the courtyard, I'll try to escape when I get off. No matter if I have to hurt or hurt others, I deserve to have my life, I don't want to live just as a stuffed toy Mr. Razolla.

"Aaahh?" it was easy for a large bodyguard to grab my body to grip my waist and carry me like a sack of rice on his shoulder to enter the house, even though I had time to run, push and kick some people, he said, but this big fellow suddenly carried me from behind.

"Suckers! Let me go, motherfucker!" i scream.

'Bugh!' The bodyguard dropped me on the bed violently, and he quickly went out and closed the door and locked it.

"Open doors? Brak brak brak, I said open the door? You're all demons! Have no feelings, you're not human, Aaahh,, brak brak brak."

As much as I could, I kept shouting and banging on the door. I'm so emotional, maybe it's not just the devil that's possessing me right now, maybe it's the devil or even the ancestors, that obviously I hate my situation so much, I'm angry and I hate them all.

"Well,, cyackk?" the first thing I broke, I threw a perfume bottle at the dresser mirror until it broke and scattered on the floor.

I was still not satisfied, I took out all the clothes from the walk in closet, I tore the clothes as I could, even Razz's things did not escape my rage, he said, the branded watches were slammed until they broke and broke.

I lifted the front seat of the dressing table, intending to throw it into the 3/4 meter long window of the room, but damn it, I who was not careful actually stepped on the shard of the glass of the dressing table mirror that broke making my feet hurt and bleed.

"Aaahh?" it was almost like my body had fallen, if that happened, then I would have fallen on the mirror flakes, no, I had to be strong.

I walked on my tiptoes towards the window, then I threw the chair many times in the window, trying to break the locked window glass, it might be a way for me to escape, but nil, the glass didn't crack at all.

"Well, then, the hyx!" I threw the chair for the last time, I was frustrated, my body was sore and sore, and I fell down on the floor, I was tired, tired of heart, tired of body and soul.

"God? Why would you let me live if it had to be like this? I'm not strong, God? Please hear my screams, Lord,,, hysterical hyx!"

I saw a large piece of the dresser mirror, maybe my hand, that thought, the thought that made me want to end my life, the thought of suicide.

I got up and walked limping with the wound on my leg, I'm sure there's still a shard stuck in there.

I grabbed the piece of mirror, sat on the floor against the edge of the bed, stared at my wrist, should I do this? Should I give up like you, Mom? You are right, women are born with a weak nature, no matter how hard I try, I am weak, Mother, you are right, all men are the same, they can only hurt and will continue to hurt women, mother?

I pointed the broken glass right at my pulse wrist, I closed my eyes tightly until my forehead frowned strongly, and I held my breath gathering courage as I began to press the broken mirror on the skin of my wrist.

'No need to end life to end trouble.'

"DEG."

A shadow of my grandfather seemed so real sitting in front of me holding my hand, I opened my eyes, but I found the room space that had been destroyed was empty, there was no one, there was only me, there was nothing, myself, alone in suffering and destruction.

"Aahh,,, cyack,,, hyx, hyx hyx." I threw out the glass I held, I couldn't, I didn't want to give up I didn't want to end my life.

I closed my face with both hands, rubbed it rough, both knees bent parallel to the chest, and I buried my face between my knees.

"I hate this feeling, I hate this pain. I hate you, Razz, I hate."

The day turned night, I was still in the same state, sitting on the floor with the edge of the bed, bending my knees to the chest, and my hands together with my legs, my head dropped on my knees.

I could only be silent, tears would not stop flowing, my chest still tight, and my heart throbbing pain. My eyes were empty on the nightstand, my room was dark because I even slammed the lights on the nightstand and did not turn on the lights.

'Czech.' Someone opened the door.

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