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'What did I do to deserve this man?' I couldn't sleep the whole night as this sole question kept me awake. Laying on my bed in the silence and darkness of the night, I tried to figure out the answer to it. No answer, I had been able to find till 5 o'clock.
I knew I was running short of time. I had to run away from this place before Dillon would wake up. He usually wakes up at 7 am, considering that I had only two hours left. But my mind was fully engrossed in the search for the answer to this question.
'Maybe I had hurt Mum and Dad; that's why my fate is teaching me this lesson.' But I got in touch with him before all of this. Then why me? All my friends who were in a relationship with some boys were happy, as their boys cared about them so much and, above all, were loyal to them.
'Then why me?'
'Why did it happen to me?'
'I didn't do anything as bad to deserve a disloyal man.'
All my fantasies of living with a boy who loved me and only me, whose world revolves around me just like the earth revolves around the sun and who's the prince of my small palace, and I'm his queen. All had been shattered by him. The one whom I considered my everything. Yet what did I get in return? Betrayal.
This night, which I planned to celebrate with him in the most romantic way, offering him my everything without asking for anything in return, pulled me out of my dream or world of imagination and threw me hard on a bed of thorns.
'I have to run from here.'
'I can't stay here with a man who cheated on me, anymore.'
But where would I go? Considering the day when I left my home and all the flashbacks of Dad and Mum's sentences, which had been resonating in my head ever since I got the knowledge of his treacherous scheme about me, one thing was clear: home is not among the options. I can't move back to my home.
They'll not let me in.
I leaned my body against the headboard of the bed, the soft fabric providing a semblance of comfort. My face buried in my hands, I began to cry, the tears flowing silently down my cheeks. Time seemed to blur as the emotions gushed out, an indeterminate span—half an hour, fifteen minutes, or what felt like an eternity.
When the well of tears coming from within me dried and stopped making their way out, I pulled my head up and wiped my cheeks. The room carried the residue of my sorrow, the early morning light filtering through the curtains adding a soft glow to the otherwise desolate atmosphere.
'C'mon Grace. You can't lay here and cry over the spilled milk. Think of a plan to escape from here.'
As I took in a deep breath and tried to compose myself, I noticed the time on the side table clock—it was 6:30 am. The sweet, melodious yet lively songs of birds outside gave hope to my drowning heart, offering a subtle reminder that life still went on beyond the confines of my anguish.
Though it would take time to heal the wounds Dillon had inflicted, I knew very well that there'd be no one around to provide the comforting touch or words of solace. I had severed ties with those who might have been my pillars of support in this difficult time.
As I picked up my phone, the chirping of birds and the soft glow of dawn illuminated the room. The realization dawned upon me that, in 30 minutes, Dillon would wake up, and the unfolding events might become even more agonizing. The urgency to escape from this predicament propelled me into action, as I pondered my next move, knowing that every passing moment counted.
"Hey Sarah, it's Grace on the line," I spoke, my voice carrying a sense of urgency.
"Oh, hi Grace, how have you been?" Her voice responded, a casual inquiry into my well-being.
"I'm doing fine. You never tried to contact me since I left my home," I mentioned, my words hanging in the air.
"Yeah, I got occupied with my studies," she quickly offered an excuse for her prolonged silence.
"By the way, are you continuing with your studies or left it for that so-called poor-class boy?" she asked, a hint of judgment seeping into her words.
The term 'so-called poor boy' stung, but in the wake of discovering Dillon's true nature, such remarks held little weight. "I took a break. But will continue soon," I replied, avoiding the details of my strained financial situation with Dillon.
I chose not to reveal the harsh reality—that the boy I had chosen to share my life with could barely afford three meals a day, let alone cover my educational expenses. The intricacies of my circumstances remained shrouded in silence for the time being.
"I see," she said, her voice filled with curiosity. "So, what are you up to these days?"
I sighed, mustering every ounce of courage within me to disclose the turmoil that had engulfed my life. "Nothing much," I replied hesitantly, before taking a deep breath. "Sarah," I began slowly, "I find myself in deep trouble, and I desperately need your help."
A pregnant pause lingered on the other end of the line before she spoke, her tone filled with concern. "What happened?" she inquired, her words laced with a mix of empathy and anticipation.
I proceeded to unravel the intricacies of my predicament, recounting the painful betrayal by Dillon, his deceitful plan to marry me for my wealth, and his intentions to discard me afterward. Sarah listened attentively, a silent supporter on the other side of the conversation.
"I need your help," I implored, my voice tinged with vulnerability. "I've planned to escape from this nightmare, and I need a place to go for some time. Will you help me?"
"Grace," came her response, firm and resolute, "pack your belongings and leave that hell without wasting another minute."
Her words were a lifeline, lifting an immense burden from my shoulders. In that moment, it felt as though a colossal rock had been skilfully removed, leaving my soul as light as that of a newborn baby. The relief washed over me, and I couldn't find words to express my gratitude for the support offered by a true friend in my time of need.
"Thanks, Sarah. I can never forget your favor," I expressed with gratitude.
"You'll have a lot of time to thank me later. Just run," she urged, her words carrying a sense of urgency.
With a swift motion, I ended the call, changed into a different outfit, and hastily packed my bag. Dillon lay sleeping in the living room, and any movement that might wake him up was a risk I couldn't afford to take.
Surveying the room for an alternative escape, my eyes landed on the window. It seemed like the only viable option. I opened it quietly, tossed my bag outside, and then carefully maneuvered myself out.
Before leaving, I left a letter for Dillon, a written testament to the shattered dreams and broken promises.
"Dear Dillon,
Before you came into my life, I used to fantasize about love. About how it felt to be loved intensely, with kisses that surpassed all others, and the prospect of spending a lifetime with someone. Then, you entered my life, and those fantasies transformed into reality. You loved me exactly as I had imagined, and your kisses were unlike any I had experienced before.
I became enraptured in your love, willingly leaving everything behind for you – my parents, my luxurious life, my brother, home, car, and all the conveniences at my fingertips."
"And what did I get in return? Betrayal. It was the one thing I had never imagined nor fantasized. I never knew how it felt to be cheated by someone you love the most. I had no idea that the person who claims to love you could betray you in such a way. But you added a new element to my definition of fantasy – betrayal. A bitter element, though. I'd be grateful to you for teaching me this harsh lesson of life. I'm thankful for all the days I spent with you, even though I had never envisioned an ending like this to my tale of fantasy. However, the unexpected makes it unique, and I am truly thankful for this.
And yes, it's not your fault. I spent the whole night wondering where I went wrong to deserve betrayal like this. The conclusion I reached was that it was my fault for trusting a man like you. It was my fault for being blind to see your real intentions after living with you for months.
I'm leaving your home because I can't stay with a snake anymore. May you live a happy and prosperous life with your lover and baby. I pray that you stay loyal to them.
Not anymore yours,
Grace."
Sarah picked me up from the road around the corner, and we reached her home after a 30-minute drive. It was time to start a new life and improve my image in the eyes of my family.


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