𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄
"Milia, I'm calling the police so they can meet us there.
" Wyatt said to me, but my mind was elsewhere.
My grip tightened on the steering wheel as I sped down the highway, my mind racing, my blood boiling.
Malakai had crossed a huge line. The thought of him burning my things, things that held so much meaning to me, filled me with a rage I hadn't felt before.
If he touched them, if he destroyed what meant the world to me, Malakai will wish he had never met me.
I finally pulled into the driveway, my heart pounding in my chest. I heard Wyatt's open and I immediately turned to him and said, "Wyatt, stay here."
His eyes widened in protest. "What? Milia, no. I'm coming in with you!"
"Wyatt, please," I begged. "If anything happens, I'll scream, okay? I need to handle this myself."
He hesitated, his jaw clenched, but finally, he nodded. "Fine."
I slammed the car door shut and walked to the front door, my hands trembling as I reached for the knob.
I wasn't sure if I was ready to face Malakai again, but I had no choice.
The door creaked open, revealing a home I barely recognized.
Broken glass shattered on the floor, and the pictures that once on the walls laid ripped and scattered.
I moved cautiously through the house, my heart breaking with each step.
Then, I heard the heavy, uneven steps coming down the stairs.
I looked up to see Malakai, a bottle of alcohol in hand, stumbling toward me.
He looked tired, worn out, and his once neatly trimmed facial hair had grown out into a hairy mess.
When his eyes met mine, he laughed. "Milia?"
I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure. "Malakai, I came here for my things, and my things only."
He chuckled, taking another swig from the bottle. "What things?" he sneered, stepping closer.
I instinctively stepped back, the pungent smell of alcohol reeked from him. "What happened to you?" I whispered.
"What? I'm perfect," he slurred, spreading his arms.
I shook my head, my voice rising. "No, Malakai, you're far from perfect! I gave you everything, and you still hurt me! You still turned on me and treated me like I was nothing!"
His eyes narrowed. "You deserved it."
I shook my head in complete disbelief. "I deserved it?
What did I do to deserve being dragged across the house by my hair?
What did I do to deserve being choked every time you got mad at your stupid Xbox games?
What did I do, Malakai?" I could feel my tears itching to come out, but I held it together. I couldn't give him the satisfaction.
He just laughed, brushing off my words as if they meant nothing. "I just didn't love you anymore."
"Then why didn't you leave?" I shouted, my voice cracking.
"Why did you constantly beat and assault me instead of just walking away?
Was it because you hated me so much because you fell out of love with me?
" I asked, trying to make sense of it all.
But of course, none of it made sense. Malakai just stood there speechless.
He then rolled his eyes and started walking over to the sofa, waving me off.
I shook my head, my frustration boiling over.
"Of course, you have nothing to say, nothing to say at all because you know I'm right!
But you know what, Malakai? At the end of the day, I won, you lost!
I get to live my life freely while you sit here and be miserable. "
I started moving towards the stairs, my voice firm, "And that's the only revenge I'll need." I placed one foot on the stair, ready to leave this nightmare behind, but that's when Malakai charged at me full speed.
I screamed at the top of my lungs as his fist came flying toward me. Instinctively, I cocked my leg back and kicked him hard, sending him stumbling backward. He laughed, slowly nodding. "Look at you, Milia, you finally got some balls to fight me back? Come on, hit me!"
He started pounding his chest, moving toward me with a sinister grin. "Come here, bitch. I'll show you that I always fucking win!" His hand shot out, grabbing my wrist and twisting it painfully. I kicked and fought back, refusing to let him overpower me again.
His other hand wrapped around my neck, squeezing tighter as he pushed me back against the wall. My air was cut off, and I could feel the strength draining from my body. "P-please, Malakai," I gasped, hitting his wrist weakly.
But he didn't listen. His grip tightened until, suddenly, he screamed, his body tensing up as he let go of my neck. I fell to the floor, gasping for air, and watched as Malakai hit the ground, twitching. My eyes darted up to see a police officer standing there, taser in his hand.
"You alright, miss?" the officer asked, stepping over Malakai's trembling body.
I nodded, rubbing my sore throat, just as I heard someone shouting my name. I turned and saw Wyatt running into the house. He paused, his eyes sweeping over the mess before locking onto me. In an instant, he held his arms out before wrapping them around me. "Are you okay?"
"Y-yeah, I'm fine," I whispered, my voice hoarse. "He didn't do much."
Wyatt kissed my forehead gently. "Gosh, baby, come on."
"Wait," I said, pulling back slightly. "I need to get some of my things."
A police officer stepped forward, his voice calm but firm. "Ma'am, that will have to wait. This is officially declared as a domestic violence case, and he will be going away for a very long time. We need you to come down to the station and make a statement for us, please."
I nodded again, the reality sinking in. I turned back to Wyatt, my eyes meeting his.
"You okay?" Wyatt asked softly.
I nodded once more, my gaze shifting to Malakai, who was now being put in handcuffs.
"I'm just happy they got the son of a bitch."