Lost in You novel Chapter 3

James's so-called morning exercise always makes me blushed when I recall it. Without the cover of the night, I could only be forced to reveal my figure in front of his eye..

In the end, I flee, and escape while he is washing in the bathroom. I really don't have the courage to look at him again.

All I want is a child. I don't want to get into trouble, even if this man gives me too much amazing, and even if he touches my loneliness.

When I get home, the moment I open the door, I force myself to calm down from the panic.

The room is smoky and I frown.

"How? How does it feel to be fucked?" Neil throws the cigarette butt in his ashtray, his blood-red eyes are horrible, "It's been a long night. You must be satisfied!"

"It's pretty amazing." I look at him mockingly, smugly.

Neil gets up from the sofa, his old swollen skin is shaking, "I know you are a bitch! Like to be fucked by men! Shameless."

I smile at him like showing demonstration and watch this man defending his dignity like a clown. He, the creator, becomes a victim.

"It is you who forces me to find a man. Who you should blame now? Me? Sorry, I just think you are pitiful." My cold eyes mock him, "Thank you for letting me know what a woman should have."

I show a contented and happy smile, I just want to make him feel sick.

Neil looks at me in astonishment. I don't reveal the expression he wants to see, the face that is mourning for death. This makes him very disappoint and unbalanced.

I look down on him. Except for showing off his dignity in front of me, what sense of superiority does he have? I could have had an innocent life, but all is ruined by him, and I become the type of person who is deeply spurned by myself.

The room with curtains dropped are like a haunted house. I walk over and raise the curtains. The sun is shining and the glare is so reassuring.

"You just shameless! You just want to be fucked by a man! Shameless! Slut!" Neil rushes over and starts punching and kicking me.

Every punch is his vent. He is helpless against being cheated. The new injury covers the old injury. It is so painful.

His sloppy face, and disgusting curse, I always face them with a smile, with a grievous aversion in the smile.

I look up at the dazzling light, the aperture in front of me is zooming in, the beams are colorful, the light spots are layered, and I burst into tears.

Neil hits me and never lets others see it. Once I wear clothes and put on makeup, I can hide everything.

I arranged myself and go out on high heels.