Echoes of betrayal

'I don't care about you anymore, and you can't hold me down with that. Just do something about it. I'm done', his voice echoed continuously in her head.

She stood dumbfounded, looking sheepishly as he strode down the street, his trousers barely covering his butt. She struggled desperately to hold back tears which welled up her beautiful eyes as she dug into her purse to draw her handkerchief.

They had met at a birthday party she was forced to by her friend. Sitting at her corner, she chatted continuously on her phone that she didn't notice there was an admirer close by.

'Hello, what's up?' He asked, flashing a smile that went unnoticed.

'Cool', she replied indifferently, barely raised her head and continued her chat.

Undefeated, he continued. 'I'm David.'

'Ehn ehn! Do I look like a prey -- or...', her voice trailed off as she beheld the intruding stranger properly. He looked handsome, fair and spotless that his face seemed to glister under the overhead light, dressed in a nice three-piece suit and wore a very cool eyeglasses. The tone of her voice changed immediately and they had managed a conversation which ended up in exchange of numbers.

She sobbed painfully, mopping over her eyes repeatedly, heartbroken. He had acted like an angel, for after their initial encounter, he showered her with love messages, poems and calls, trying desperately to win her heart. His persistence had been annoying and equally interesting, refusing to back down until the day she finally said yes. Love and gifts poured in recklessly, care and appreciation came as her morning shower -- she had what she wanted. He was her perfect gentleman.

Everything had changed the day she finally gave him her pride. Room 26, Sweethome hotels. He came gently, promising her heaven on earth as he took her dignity on the warm hotel bed. He was sweet and loving, and the thought of a nice future with him was what she needed to give in to him -- to show how much love she had for him. Then calls stopped, messages stopped, and he barely checked on her too -- he already got what he wanted.

She stepped suddenly onto the street, trying to make her way home. She threaded aimlessly along, caring not about the prying eyes that had just witnessed the tirade. Suddenly she heard tires screeching -- brakes in desperate attempt to halt the speeding car. It was too late. She was caught in midriff, and sent flying like a kite in the sky. She hit the tarred road with a mighty thud, her intestine and the growing foetus sprawling across the road.

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