Best Friend

Meera ~

I washed my hands and walked out. Feeling a little content, I know I shouldn't have said this but it was fun until.

Until I saw my own husband who told me to behave, is now cozily laughing with Hannerina. They both are standing so close to each other that he is not even realising that he putting a show of our marriage in front of others.

I stood there in the middle, stuck as if my feet are glued to the floor, why would he do something like this in public? No, he can't make me or him a joke in front of world.

I am now cursing myself for being a bitch to Mrs. Decker, my karma is hitting me back. I need to stop this, I have to stop this, I can't bear it.

My body loosened as, I saw Derek my husband's best friend joining them in. I could literally make out the facial expression of Hanne bitch rina that she was clearly annoyed. Good.

I thought of going in between them but didn't. Because I am already feeling out of place, these people are making me out the f place.

Even though these parties are not new to me, but still they always make me feel uncomfortable. I don't belong here, I don't belong with these people.

So I decided to sit on the empty sofa, and rested my back against the fluffly, and soft. Beckman's surely does have good taste in decorating home, it's the best I have seen.

Cozy and homely.

I sipped on my fruit punch, the cold drink soothed my nerves, calming me instant. I was still enjoying my drink, when I feel the sofa dipping beside me.

"Enjoying fruity drink, huh? " I heard a manly voice, the voice I am very much familiar with. I look at my side and my eyes widened in shock or happiness, I don't know.

"Ian--" I choked my eyes brimming with tears, blurring my vision, blurring everything around me.

"Meera--" He whispered and without wasting any more time he took me in his arms and hugged me tightly.

Tears spilled from my eyes, but I did not care, I could feel the several eyes on me, on us, judging us but I don't care. I just don't care.

My best friend, my Ian is here, I have seen him after so long how could I not leap into his arms. When he is as important to me as my husband.

When he is my life line, soul mate.

I withdrew myself back and touched his face and he chuckled and wiped the water coming out of my nose.

"You are still the same" He said and I tried to roll my eyes. "Cmon we have been apart for only six months and no one changes in six months. Atleast I don't". I lied, because I have changed in so many ways that I cannot describe.

" How was rehab? " I ask, desperately. I want to know of his drug influence has gone or he is still under the influence of that unfortunate thing.

Ian left for rehab to detox himself and to get better. And he hasn't looked better in year as he is looking now.

He looks beautiful, handsome, amazing and healthy. He eyes the beautiful brown orbs which I love are now possess the same innocence as they did years ago. He looks like my Ian again.

"Well, I am at the party and I am not drinking". He said and I nodd my head, praying that it stays that way.

I could feel the eyes of my husband on me but right now I am just happy that my best friend is here with me.

" Let's go out, it's suffocating here" He said and I was already up on my feet. I am so ready to get out of here.

The chilly occasional breeze feels good in summer, it feels refreshing, even though England is not as hot as other countries but still global warming is doing it's best effect.

"So, how is your marriage going? " Ian asks and sighed, I don't know what to say about my marriage, or is there even anything to say.

"I am getting what, I deserve" I said curtly not giving him the details, because I don't want him to get into trouble with my husband because of me.

He pulled me closer to his chest and kissed the top of my head, "You deserve the best, Meera, only the best. And I am always with you, remember" I smiled up at him because I know, no matter what I will always have him.

I was still in his arms, when I was suddenly pulled back with force and my back hit the hard chest of the man I know. Abram.

"Mr. Knightly, I must take my wife home now, she doesn't like being outdoors this much" He said and and holding my hand he walked me out.

Ian was coming to protest but I shake my head, and pleaded him through my eyes. He stopped and then he was out if sight.

I was thrown inside the car with a force, and my head banged against the hard window. My eyes watered at the impact.

"Abram, it's not what you think, I swear" I pleaded , he looked at me with deadly eyes and I bit my lips.

He looks angry, but why? I did not create a scene when he was chit chatting with that actress? Then why does he doing this to me.

"Abram, he is my best friend, nothing more" I say in a pleading voice but he didn't pay any heed to my pleading.

I don't know, where it came from but there is a fear inside, fear of what he might do to me once we reach home.

I forwarded my hand slowly to touch his shoulder and suddenly I was half lying on the seat. His hand on my jaw, his eyes darkening in hot burning anger.

He hovered above me and and I tried to remove him, but to no avail he lean down and bit on my neck and then sucked hard.

A sob wreck through me "Abram please--" I pleaded but he continue to suck on the same spot of neck.

He released me and whispered into my ear, something that no one has ever called me.

"You are a whore".

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Love Pia