Boyfriend Let His Side Chick Ruin My Painting, Now He Regrets. novel Chapter 19

Slowly I started to open my eyes. And adjusted with the light in the room.

I tried to sit but a horrible pain shot through my back.

I looked at my surroundings. I was in the same room. His room.

I then looked at myself. At my white dress. And the events came crashing down.

I abruptly stood up still felt dizziness. But was able to make it towards the door. But it was locked. I banged the door multiple times, shouted for anyone to open but no one came.

I slide down the door and sat there putting my head in my hands.

"W-what have I done?" I whispered to myself .

I'm married to him now. He has my parents. I can't escape. He will make my life a living hell.

New set of tears stained my cheeks. How will I escape him now. How will I save my parents.

"What will I do *sob* ." I sat there crying my eyes out. Suddenly the clicking sound of door startled me.

And I moved away on the floor from the door. And the door opened up and he came in. In his tux and properly jelled hair.

He then locked the door. And turn towards me. I tried to stand from the floor but it was painful. My back was paining badly because of that wound. And I fall on my butt.

He started walking towards me. But I didn't look his way and tried to stand again with the help of the bed and eventually succeeded in standing up properly facing him.

He took few steps towards me. But I didn't budge from my place. I will not let him break me. I will not show him any fear.

He stood there staring at my eyes. There was something different in his eyes. Which, I don't understand.

He put forward his hand to stroke my cheek but I quickly slapped his hand away. And asked in my strong tone.

"Where are my parents?" I asked with courage.

He just stared at me calmly. But after a long silence. He said

"They are alive." Was his plain reply.

I quickly looked away and went in the bathroom. And locked the door. I tried to unzip my dress but it was impossible for me to do it myself. And also because of the unbearable pain.

After lots of tries and pain I opened the door and peaked outside and saw him laying on the bed. With his one arm behind his head on the bed board.

I don't know what to call this beast, so I just said.

"Can you call Jess. I need her help."

He raised his one brow. And asked.

"Help? In what?"

I hesitated but said

"In unzipping my dress." I mumbled.

"She is not here. Let me help you." He gave an extra tune to word help and stood up with a smirk.