Overdose for love

Overdose for love

The smell of love making?no, it was the smell of fuck that lingered on
her newly bruised skin. If only she had cut out her lying tongue and
fed her mouth the honesty he so much deserved. It was unconditional to
tell the truth, like the human rights entitlement for all.

Cowardly, Tari, had disposed of any early-on ideas in truth dispensing.
Her memories were fragments of dirty, cheating lies. How Cain, had
found out, she just didn't know. Confusion weighed her temples with
tight throbbing sensations, maximising her head pain.

Her feeble excuses and hesitant stutters were transparent, even to a
blind-man. Wearily, Tari massaged the anxiety in her chest, ignoring
the fixated eyes upon her.

His voice calmer than expression, offered no compassion to her:

"He was just a friend, or so I thought. He tricked me into believing
that you were cheating on me. I didn't think?I?.my mind wouldn't let it
go?I was a hostage, weak with insecurities".

"I have never loved anyone the way I love you. Honestly". "I can
explain?if?you?just let me".

Tears burnt her eyes like fires of hell. The mascara busied itself
geographically over her pathetic sad face.

"Do you really think you are in a position to say that bloody 'honesty'
word"?

Silence.

"When I fucked you just now, do you know why I did it"? Angrily he
caught her hair in the palm of his hand, where she wanted to be. He
wanted her to suffer his humiliation.

Numb, she gave no reply.

"I was adding the days when I would have you, how I would plot my
revenge. Intoxicating you with your own poison, treating you like the
sinner you are"! "Well, I had you and it was shit, just like screwing a
hollow organ". He adjusted his hand, untangling the suffocated
follicles.

She wanted to reach out. He wanted her so badly. Tari, wanted to touch
the evident rawness that manipulated his features. Truth was paramount,
of where she had been every night for the past month.

Deliberately going to the bars after work, drinking him out of her
heart. But it hadn't worked - the morning after ensured that. Declan,
had sworn Cain, was having an affair. Tari, had swallowed fucking
bullshit, for his own gain.

Love poems in his trouser pocket, several days old. Crazy insanity
crucified her existence. Plagued by the devil, revenged danced in her
eyes.

Cain, was her gentle stranger, an angel who had given her heart so much
love. Incomparable. They had loved each other from the very beginning.
Nothing mattered as long as they were together. There was nothing like
it - they were perfect. Friends had made many comments claiming that no
one could ever love like these two.

He loved her painfully, never easily. Blood shot eyes screamed at him
for a second chance. Turning away, without screening her walk, he
left.

"Cain"!

Nothing.

"Cain"!

It was too late.

Like a parasite she fed off the capsules, downed by his whisky. The
wicker chair was too weak to bear the brunt of her bottom, but what the
hell she'd sit there anyway and bleed in the death of his
absence.

Over dosing meant absolute power. It meant having the control to do
what you like and feel what you like - a release, from life, with no
outside intervention.

Tari's, body seized with muscular spasms and uncontrollable fits. Her
mind released only one thought - this was it, no turning back.

"I love you?Cai..n?". Speech slurred and vision impaired she gripped
the silver framed photograph of him laughing on his 23rd
birthday.

Deep down 'there'?. Somewhere? in the realms of hell, somebody was
letting her in.

BANG!

Pain injected HERSELF, causing paralysis to HIS heart, mind and soul.
The damage done, HE was DEAD.