Free Web NovelChapter 138: Let Me Comb Your Hair
Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. The world around him dulled through a crimson haze as his eyes burnt and bled from the maelstrom of rage and fury which went ballistic inside of him.
He clamped his teeth together so tightly that his strained jaw hurt from the force he applied. His fingers shook uncontrollably as he swiped and witnessed the horrors she had endured for the past nine years.
His hands trembled in slight tremors on two particular snapshots. They were of her bare back and arms, the bruises he saw there shook him down to his core, bones and soul.
Her back was strewn with welts and scars in the shape of lashes and it was clear to him that a belt had been used to make them.
The white-hot temper which burnt raw inside of him pushed him to the edges of madness. Zyair wanted to burn him alive and watch him suffer while he did it. That piece of shit had dared to hurt his girl. No one could save him from Zyair’s wrath.
He knew Doran was a piece of shit who slapped and burnt his wife with cigarettes. What he hadn’t comprehended was how vile he actually was, sadistic and beyond the borders of normal.
Skyla had been right when she had said his cruelty knew no bounds and he could fall to any level to achieve what he desired.
Zyair closed his outraged eyes and took a few deep breaths. The monster that resided inside of him, birthed from darkness and wrongs people had committed against him began to resurface. Fighting for control, threatening to let loose and going on a rampage to kill those who dared hurt the innocent.
And today he had been fueled by Zyair’s need for revenge, his madness and blinding fury for she had been hurt in the worst possible ways.
Zyair was clutching the tablet so tightly that Huria was afraid he would break it. His eyes had this intense storm of insanity Huria had never witnessed before.
He was mad.
He was beyond livid.
"When did this happen?" His words grated out as if he was using immense control to not go berserk or blow up. He had tilted the tablet towards Huria. She gulped before answering.
"About two years ago on their 7th Wedding Anniversary."
Reels of Zyair’s mind whirled and he estimated the time frame to be around when Doran was having financial constraints. So he vented his anger on her for his failures.
He handed the tablet back and asked Huria to email him all these pictures.
"Now you know what she has been through and why she should never go back to him. But he would never sign those papers," Huria grieved.
"Then I will damn make him. I will drag him to the court and he will be dreading the day he was born when I will be done with him," Zyair fumed, keeping his voice low but rough. The lines between sanity and insanity were disappearing fast for him. He needed to go to her before the monster of darkness fully took control and did something rash like go to Doran’s home and strangle the fucker.
"I have to see her." He hastened to his feet and marched to the guest room in quick succession. Huria pressed her lips together and could only nod.
He knocked in urgency and once her sweet voice allowed entry he threw the door open and entered like a man wronged, shutting the door behind him.
She had changed into a white palazzo and red blouse and was brushing her hair when he entered, sitting in front of the vanity mirror.
Her eyes sought him out through the mirror as he filled her room with his protective visage.
Their eyes collided.
Worried green fell into stormy blue.
The raw pain she observed unfurling in those sapphire eyes stole her breath.
He had seen the pictures.
He knew what she had always tried to hide from him.
Before she could speak or take her next breath he had plucked her from the stool and had plastered her to his surfboard chest.
He buried his face in her smooth Auburn tresses, his large hands coiled around her frail waist.
There was something very vulnerable and yet extremely possessive in the way he was hugging her as if he was asserting his claim. freёwebnovel.com
"Zyair?" She questioned slowly, her hands rubbing his back as if to calm the storm which was on the verge of engulfing his mental stability.
"Let me hold you Skyla, please. Or I will end up murdering someone very specific," his words fumed and sizzled with the rage consuming him.
So she didn’t ask anything further, she didn’t need to. She just let him hug her, soaking in her addictive scent. It soothed his frenzied nerves while her hand stroked his overly tensed back. She could sense the tension rippling in his corded muscles.
"It’s alright, that’s all history now. I am going to leave him and what he did in the past," she spoke in a slow tone.
But inside she remembered every atrocity he had ever committed against her. Every slap, every slur, all that emotional damage which didn’t leave a physical imprint. It was all still fresh in her mind and might never fade.
"I don’t have words to say how sorry I am for everything he did to you. How are you so strong, Skyla? How did you keep going?"
He finally took a step back and held her face in both of his hands. His lips rested on the top of her forehead. The shadows of the murderous fury didn’t disappear fully but they dialled down a notch.
"I am not a quitter and I never fully lost hope. There were times when I descended into depression but I kept fighting and my fight is not over until I win my father’s company back from him."
And then she smiled a beautiful smile that lightened the tense mood.
"Besides I have you now." She placed her hands on his, pressing them further into her skin.
"I will always be with you as long as you want me, Skyla," his voice came out hoarse and needy. He was still fighting the urge to maim and kill.
"I know and that’s why we should go meet the lawyer, I want those divorce papers ready and served as soon as possible."
Her resolve was absolute now, she wouldn’t waver, she needed to see this through now that the cycle was in motion.
"You are right, we should go." Zyair let her go and took a step back before admiring her attire and guiding her back to the stool. He helped her sit down and picked up the hair brush.
"Let me style your hair today." He waved it at her and she nodded with a smile. Letting him have this moment after the panic attack he had.
Meticulously he set to work. Brushing her hair from tip to top, the hard bristles untangled her hair but he kept the force very light. Skyla stole a glance and his eyebrows were forming small ridges of concentration as he kept on brushing them in gentle neat strokes.
Skyla couldn’t help but relax under his care, she closed her eyes and let him handle her hair.
