Love Together, Be With You Never

Marlon and I had been sex partner for a whole four years, and in the same period of time I had been loving him too. Nonetheless, I was very careful and never let him know about my secret longing, because Marlon had mentioned that had I fallen in love with him, he would immediately end our relationship!

That was why despite falling head over heels for him, I never planned to let him know about my feelings.

When I first knew Marlon, I was only twenty. That day when we met was the day my mother's funeral had been held. I have drunk myself into oblivion and hugged Marlon and cried my hearts out. I had also forced him to have sex with me. Apparently, I had been told of such happenings by Marlon personally later, but I wouldn't be able to find out about the authenticity of his stories till this day.

However, when I woke up to the sight of Marlon that day, I realized that he was so handsome to the point that I couldn't stop my legs from spreading.

My love towards Marlon had descended to a maniacal state. As long as I could get a glimpse of him, I would feel extremely happy that whole day.

This perfectly described my mood currently as I was heading to meet Marlon later on although I had to endure a three-hour bus journey with uneven roads. It would be the first time I was meeting him in two months, and finally I had a legitimate reason to see him. Today was the convocation of my university years, and I wanted to bring this good news to him.

By the time I reached Marlon's house, it was already eleven late at night. Just as I was going to press on his doorbell excitedly, I suddenly remembered that I had been out on the roads for a great deal of time, starting from the moment I had organized my luggage to this moment after just experiencing three hours of bus ride. I would look haggard most probably. Marlon always liked his accompaniment to look crisply clean, and with the way I was looking now, there was no way he would be happy to see me. I hurriedly tidied up my attire and touched up on my make-up.

In fact, I was never a fan of putting on make-ups, but for Marlon's sake, I was willing to do it.

I put on my brightest smile before finally pressing his doorbell. My heart pace increased as feelings of nervousness, excitement and fear merged into a new emotion! I looked at the luggage being carried by me and wondered if Marlon would take me in, considering the fact that I had been his sex partner for four years.

The door suddenly swung open and the insides of the house reeked of alcohol. Before I could even get a good look of what was going on inside, I was suddenly getting pulled as my whole body lurched forward. I couldn't even grasp my luggage as the door was being slammed shut by a kick.

"Mar..." The moment I began to speak, my lips were immediately blocked by Marlon's as he ruthlessly kissed me and pressed me against the cold chilly wall. In the stark darkness, I couldn't make out Marlon's features at all. All I could feel was him rudely peeling off my clothes and it felt like they were going to tear at any moment.

I struggled slightly, wanting to push him away. It was not that I didn't want to give in to his lust; it was just that I was having my period currently and it was slightly painful down there. Marlon abruptly flipped me around and grabbed my hair while shoving my face into the wall.

"No!" I anxiously called out, and the throbbing pain in my belly had been amplified greatly due to his aggressive movements. If we really had sex now, I would probably die due to the immense pain. Without stopping, Marlon pulled off my pants and his sudden movement sent yet a new jolt of pain through my body. I protested loudly, "M...Marlon, we can't do this today. I am having my period now!" I tried my best to suppress the pain, but it felt like Marlon was deaf. He was tossing me around as if I was his worst nemesis. The painful sensation in my belly got more and more intense with every of Marlon's sharp movements. I could feel my strength draining out of me. Despite having the intention to put up a resistance, Marlon's beastly strength had rendered me immobile. In the end, I gave up on struggling. Thinking back, Marlon had never been so rude in the four years we had sex together. He always handled me with care, so there must be reason he had made himself so drunk today. He must have some grievances in his heart, and in the end I decided it was best if he could vent his pent-up frustrations. At worst, I just had to continue enduring the pain.

In the darkness, I could faintly heard Marlon's hoarse breathing sound. It was a kind of sound that would encapsulate me, but with the assault of pain coming from all parts of my body, I could feel all traces of warmth slowly dissipating from my body. My legs were so wobbly that I couldn't even stand properly anymore, and the worst of all was my nausea threatening to make me puke. Despite everything that was going on, I couldn't let any of that happen. I couldn't spoil Marlon's mood at this point. I could only clench my fists hard and gnash my teeth.

After what felt like a century, Marlon was finally done. I slumped to the floor powerlessly.

With a loud flick, Marlon suddenly switched on the light, and my head naturally raised itself to meet his eyes. To my surprise, there was an immense hatred concentrated in those depthless pupils. I was startled but Marlon simply turned around and disappeared into the bathroom without even glancing at me.

I watched his perfectly sculpted back but my heart felt like it had just been stabbed. I imagine him caressing my head like the good old days. Otherwise, he would plant a kiss on me.

No, it must be because he was drunk today. He must have been in a muddled state of mind.

I tried to console myself and helped myself up, but the numbing pain in my lower body made me wish that I was dead instead of suffering endlessly. I could only curl up in the corner and wait for this sensation to fade.

"Why are you still here?" Marlon reappeared with a towel wrapped around him. Droplets of water were dripping after tracing the outline of his muscles. There was an unspeakable beauty to the sight of him, but the moment I met Marlon's eyes, I found myself not being able to utter a word at all.

Marlon frowned and barked impatiently, "Wear your clothes and get lost now! I am going to sleep now."

I studied Marlon's face and discovered that there was actually no sign of him getting drunk in the first place. I felt my heart wrenched up in pain and warmed myself up to the realization that he just simply chose to ignore my screams. He was conscious all along.

Marlon turned around and began to walk towards his bedroom, seemingly planning to really abandon me here. However, he stopped short at the door and suddenly said, "Never come here anymore!" "What do you mean?" Marlon's words caused me to stand up despite the pain, and I was staring at him wide-eyed in disbelief.

He turned around and swiped some of his hair to the back of his head and declared casually, "We are done here!"

Endless fear instantly enveloped me while I tried to jot towards him, only to realize that my pants were still stuck around my ankles, and visible blood had dyed part of my legs red. At the same time, Marlon was just looking at me as if he was a noble prince watching a freak circus show. I hastily pulled up my pants but I couldn't stop my hands from shaking so much.

I stopped in front of Marlon while clenching my fists hard, trying to calm myself down. I wanted to save all that remained between us, and my thoughts were crazily solid, "Why? I never love you in the first place so why are you ending our relationship?"

Marlon lifted the corners of his mouth, "I am bored of you!"

Marlon's words were like thousands of arrows penetrating through the defences in my heart. I could only stare at him, and for a long time I didn't know what to say.

Marlon swept his gaze over me and said, "Rachael, why do you look like you are on the verge of tears? Have you fallen for me?"

"That is impossible!" I refuted him without thinking. If he sensed that I had feelings for him, it would really spell the end of us.

Marlon then let out a cold snort and said with an ambiguous smile on his face, "So, you are aiming for money all along? I can understand that fully though. You have been sticking to me for so many years; it's only natural that I compensate you in some way!" Marlon took out a bank card and handed it to me, "There is a balance of one million yuan in this card!"

I stared at the bank card dangling just in front of my eyes, but my heart seemed to be in tatters as if it had been sliced and diced into an unrecognizable state.

"If you think that's not enough, I'll give you another million!" Marlon produced another bank card and declared with an indifferent face, "Rachael, you should be grateful for this, knowing that you aren't that great anyway. You must not be too greedy!"

I felt like I couldn't feel any more pain at that point. However, I still looked up at him and forced a smile, "Mr. Redford, I never know that you are this rich. However, I am not a prostitute. I slept with you because that is always my intention. Since you are bored of me, let's leave it at this!" I couldn't bear to glance at Marlon's face anymore as I turned around and headed towards the door. The splatter of blood that had dyed the corner of the wall red was really standing out way too conspicuously. It made me feel painful just by looking at it.0000☐☐