I Shouldn't Love Him
I Shouldn’t Love Him – Chapter 30

Yanis’ point of view

I return home after a ten minute journey. Past events keep running through my head. The anger that I was trying to contain in Marie grew, my painful jaw tightened.

I enter my house making as little noise as possible, I really don’t want my brother to see me in this state. I cross the living room discreetly, and tense up when I hear noises coming from the kitchen.

The sound of footsteps approaches, I rush to climb the stairs before

someone surprises me.

— Yanis?”

Liya’s sweet voice resonates in this heavy silence…the kid comes out of the kitchen.

I don’t turn around, I continue walking with my back to her.

— Go back to sleep, I said simply

. rushes into my room, enters the bathroom, and looks for something to fix my monstrous face. My body tenses when I feel her presence behind me… what the hell does she mean by “go back to

sleep “?

— What happened to you?

I turn around to face her, and her beautiful eyes widen when she sees my face up close. She closes the few meters that separate us and tears off what I have in hand.

— Leave it to me, she orders with furrowed eyebrows.

I sigh loudly, I would like to send her out of my room but the

fact that she wants to take care of me would be a good thing in the end.

— D’ okay, just don’t ask any questions.

She rolls her eyes, I leave the bathroom, and she follows my steps.

I sit on the bed, she takes the cotton in her hands and brings it to my face.

She gently wipes away the b***d that has flowed, I watch from the corner of my eye as she applies herself to her task. She leans forward, the t-shirt, which I guess belongs to my brother, is much too big for her and bares her shoulder. Her hair, which is loose, frames her beautiful face, she gathers it and places it to the side.

To think that this innocent little creature is doing un-Catholic things with Xavier… I can’t believe it! I had simply seen them together in the toilets during the wedding, I had noticed the insistent looks they gave each other but I would not have imagined that they were having a f*****g affair.

I just tried my luck at Marie’s, although I suspected something was going on…it was the only solution I found to get closer to her mother. And the worst part is that this idiot didn’t even deny what I said, what an a*****e.

and Liya…

mother.. And then she is supposed to be my brother’s girlfriend, she plays well with him too.

“This is going to be a bit of a pain,” she murmurs, moistening another cotton ball and bringing it to my lower l*p.

I wince in pain and grip his wrist as the liquid enters my

wound.

“I…sorry,” she apologizes.

His eyes stare at my hand which is still in contact with his skin, the features of his face distort with pain, and I realize that I am squeezing his wrist too tightly due to my anger aimed at him.

I immediately release her and get up under her lost gaze and she massages her reddened skin.

I put my hand around the back of her neck, which I grip, and pull her brutally towards me so that her forehead bumps against my chest and by

reflexively his hands land on my pectorals.

I lean towards her and press my lips to her ear.

“Get away from my brother,” I whispered in an icy tone that was enough to make her shiver.

I then release her and she steps back as if afraid. Her full lips part as if to say something but she changes her mind and prefers to remain silent. It’s really a shame that she’s such a little slut…she and I could have gotten along, but with what she did, looking at her

disgusts me!

I thought about it carefully…I’ll tell Gabriel everything so that he knows who this girl who thinks she’s a saint really is.

“Get out of my room,” I thundered.

Her fists are clenched, her teeth are tormenting her lower l*p, she is probably wondering what’s wrong with me…she just has to ask, I’m just waiting for that! I will throw everything I know in his face and describe his mother’s current condition.

But she says nothing, she turns her back on me, leaves my room in an unhealthy manner.

The next day

Liya’s Pov

It’s after 10am, I’m alone in the HENRY’s house. Gabriel left early for his internship, and my teacher…I don’t know anything about it.

I take one last drag of my cigarette and blow out the smoke under my blank stare.

“Get away from my brother”

This sentence played over and over in my head, it sounded more like a threat than anything else. Thinking back to his cold gaze, his hand digging into my skin…I don’t understand his behavior, I only know him very little but it’s the first time I’ve seen him like that.

Why does he want me to leave Gabriel at all costs? And why his face was bloody. Too many unanswered questions and it’s pissing me off!

I leave this house where I am not really welcome and walk

towards my house.

After more than twenty minutes, I finally arrive in front of my house. I take the keys out of my pocket and open the door, I enter my home, and walk down the hallway.

—Mom?…mom, are you there? I asked quite loudly but I got no response from him.

I climb the stairs, and head towards her room, I jump when I

see her with her arms crossed around her chest and leaning against the wall.

“You scared me, Mom,” I say with a smile emerging on my lips but which fades when I meet her expressionless gaze.

Something catches my eye in front of my bedroom door….a

suitcase? What is that ? I look at her confused, not understanding what this thing is doing there.

I frown at his cold words. Is she kicking me out?

— Mom, if it’s a joke, it’s in very bad taste.

— I won’t repeat myself Liya, go back to your boyfriend.

– If it’s because I slept at his house and you didn’t like it, we can talk about it, I tried, disturbed by his behavior.

She approaches me…slowly. My heart rate accelerates, feeling that I won’t like what happens next.

— Why don’t you tell me about your unhealthy relationship with your mother’s fiancé?”

My pulse accelerates wildly, I can hear the furious beating of my heart. How? How the hell did she know? Did Xavier spill the

beans? It can only be him, this bastard.

I can no longer escape…it’s quite clear, this moment that I feared has arrived…I have imagined this scene a thousand and one times but never prepared for what I am supposed to say to him.

My lower limbs tremble, no longer supporting my body, this contemptuous look that she gives me, her eyes which have always expressed only tenderness and love, shine with this black glow which distorts her sweet face.

– Mom, please listen to me, I…

– I don’t want to hear anything, she cuts me off in a voice full of disgust.

I approach her, try as best I can to contain the tears that

threaten to flow.

— Please, mom, let me explain.

“JUST GET OUT OF HERE,” she shouts, making me jump as she passes.

She suddenly takes my suitcase which she forces me to take, violently grabs my arm until it hurts, and drags me like trash down

the stairs.

“Mom, calm down,” I begged him.

She doesn’t listen to me, and rushes down the stairs,

still not letting go. I trip several times with my suitcase but she doesn’t care, her behavior hurts me terribly, my tears flow by themselves.

“Let me talk, please,” I sobbed, trying to get out of her

grip before she kicked me out.

She drags me in front of the front door, I furiously throw my suitcase on the ground, not being able to stand it ending like this, and push it back with all my strength

– I won’t come out until you listen to me , I screamed.

I can see her eyes shining, a sign that she is containing herself from crying, her eyebrows are furrowed with this destructive anger, suffering, hatred… so many disturbing expressions appear on her face, breaking me every second, my heart joining

me his in pieces

– I didn’t do anything mom believe me…I swear…I swear it was your fiancé who was around me from the start. You know me mom, how could I do this to you? I pushed him away, I tried to get away from him as best I could. He used his charm to approach me. I…I let myself be tempted by the forbidden, I won’t lie to you. we just kissed, mom, believe me, and I set my limits with him so that he wouldn’t come near me anymore..we didn’t go any further..

— SHUT UP!.. I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ANY MORE!. .. GO AWAY” she cuts me off, screaming

. She opens the door wide, grabs my shoulders possessed by her anger, her dark eyes meet mine begging for forgiveness…

“Don’t do that,” I sobbed.

I rush to the door before she closes it but she slams it heavily in my face.

I let my back slide along the door, and apologize for my mistake.

— Forgive me, I can’t bear to lose you too…mom…” I say

through my tears.

I can hear her sobs and mine intensify…she is in this state because of me , we lost dad because of me, and she just left her fiancé still because of me!…I’m so hateful..