Three

Seraph 

Even after the insults, I still felt I shouldn't leave that way. Without saying a proper goodbye. Even though they felt I was the curse given to them as a daughter. 

I sat at the far end of the hall, waiting patiently for the party to be over before I'd talk to them. They wanted me out of their lives. They'd be grateful if they found my body dead. 

My bladder started nagging again. I'd been holding it all this while, but the pressure was unbearable. I was like this... Pressed and uncomfortable anytime I was the center of attention. And Elena knew just that. She'd done what she had a great time to humiliate me. 

I stood up from my seat, dragging my legs to the restroom. It hurt. My legs.... It hurt so badly. I knew they couldn't cope with heels, yet I was trying to fit everyone's standard. 

The spiral staircase seemed like miles away. Each step felt like a tiny betrayal. My toes curled against the cold marble as I climbed, trying my best to keep up the pace without stumbling. Down the hallway was worse... The pain got unbearable. I quickly removed the heels, holding them in my hands. Barefoot on cold marble was better than torturing myself further. 

"You said you'd come back for me.. I kept waiting... It's been three years." 

I stopped in my tracks. That was Ronan's voice. My legs carried me back to the room I'd just passed... That was Elena's room. What would Ronan possibly be doing there? 

I peeped through the slightly open space at the door. My heart shattered. 

Ronan was locked in Elena's arm, hugging her tightly. A hug. Something he'd never done with me before. 

My lips curved into a painful smile. "I did come back, Ronan... I did call you a few times but your number wasn't going through. I thought you blocked me. I went back immediately ... That was two years ago. I thought you'd moved on. "

The Elena I knew wouldn't stoop that low for a man. She was lying. 

" That rotten bitch ... She blocked your number on my phone. "

Ronan was talking about me. I never knew he had something to do with her before the marriage... Even after three years of marriage with him, they hid it so perfectly and I never thought of it. 

"She's always liked to put me in the corner, trying to get whatever comes my way.. I tried to tell you the night before the wedding... I searched everywhere for you but I couldn't.." Her voice dropped. She held his shirt tightly. 

" I'm sorry, Elena... I'd never let you go again. "

Ronan said softly. This was the side of him I'd never seen... The calm, soft side that made one feel reassured. I never brought out this side of him. 

He truly never loved me. It has always been Elena all along. 

"She's still your wife, Ronan... You're still married to her," she quaked. 

"I don't have anything to do with her again.. she's in the past.. she's the complete opposite of everything you've attained naturally Elena. We already signed the divorce papers.. we aren't married anymore. "

Those words hit me hard. He said it like we'd played those three years. He said I was lucky he got married to me but I lost almost everything I had before. He took my virginity, my time, my happiness, my dignity, my sanity. Every single thing that made me Seraph all these years, he took all of them away from me. 

"I'd never let go of you, Elena. It'll always be you and only you" 

Elena's eyes glistened as she smiled. Their lips locked and my legs froze. 

My phone fell from my hands, the noise jolting them. I quickly picked it up, fingers trembling. Tears flowing from my eyes again. I couldn't take it anymore. I was used to it. I hated to believe I was used to waiting for Elena all these years. 

I ran down the spiral staircase before they could stand up, holding the railing for support. My vision blurred from clouded tears. My chest hurt so badly.I could feel the pain eating me up.

I went back to where I sat, grabbed my bag from the table.

My mum was chattering with her friends next to the bar, praising Elena like she was a trophy won. No one once called my name. No one said anything about me...it felt like I'd been erased from my family.

My Dad walked up to the bar, his face stern and hard. He didn't even glance at me. Not once. Not even after I called his name out loud.

I was disowned without anyone telling me to my face.

I walked to the door. My bag on my left hand. My right hand holding my heels. Tears flowing freely from my eyes. My heart is already made up.

I'd stop being in the place I was unloved. I was done trying to please everyone and displeasing myself. I would get my sanity,my mental health and everything I lost back and walk through this same door totally different. With aura and power. That..I swear to do.

I pushed the door open and stepped into the night air. It was cold and freezing.

I took one last look at the house behind me. No one looked back 

The door closed with a soft click. And I was gone.