No one told me that a heart break was this painful, it felt like my heart my being stabbed over and over again. Breathing became difficult as tears spilled, I wanted to hold them back but shit I couldn't, they kept pushing and pushing as my throat went dry, constricting.

I couldn't breathe, I couldn't breathe and my whole chest area became sore. I put my hand, brushing it over my chest but that didn't help. Hands were wrapped around my fragile frame tightly and that's when I realized that I was badly shaking.

Rafael walked in the room and passed by me to the elevator. I couldn't help but watch the doors close with not as much as a glance from Rafael, his eyes were fixed on his precious angel. He was staring at her as a mother stares at her new born baby in her arms; love, happiness, joy and excitement. I watched the numbers on the elevator until they reached the floor number where his bedroom was and it was like a switch just went off in my mind, something just clicked and I went crazy.

"Get the fuck away from me!"

"Harley calm down please," Tom said as he held me tightly.

"I said get away from me!"

"Harley please," Tom tried again softly but I wasn't having it.

"Tom you hurting me, please let go." I said to him, tears flowing down my cheeks. He quickly let go like he had just been burned with that I took off running, I got to the stairs to the west wing taking them two at a time, my anger kept me going. Up the flight of stairs I went and Lord knows they were a lot. I got to the floor where the rooms were located.

I threw each door looking for the room they had "so kindly" given me after being done with me like I was trash. Most of them were vacant with nothing else but curtains except for one, it was fully furnished with blue curtains, a white rug, a bed with covered in grey sheets. I highly doubted it was mine so I moved on. The next room seemed to bare fruits. All my stuff were there, not sorted, you could see that everything was just dumped in a rush. I walked past all the mess all over the floor.

I didn't want anything of his, for all I care he could give that bitch all my stuff. I wanted to burn the house down and watch them burn. The anger I felt inside of me scared the shit out of me. The tears did nothing to calm me down. I quickly walked in kicking this and that until I spotted my keys. I snatched them and stormed out, just as I was half way the stairs I came face to face with Tom, a few guards behind him.

"What are you doing Harley?" He asked as he approached.

"If you ever felt bad about what you did to me you will let me go." I said guilt, pain and sadness washing over his face as I walked past him. I took the stairs two at a time and ran for the entrance of the garage where two guards were posted.

"Sorry ma'am but the boss said you are no longer allowed out of this house." One of the guards said as he got close to me to restrain me.

"You can tell your boss to fuck himself."

The guard went quiet, shocked, but none the less he advanced.

"Don't you dare touch I swear I will kill you."

He went still before looking at the other guard then coming towards me, each step he took I took one back shaking my head .I needed to get out of this house why didn't they understand. He advanced faster before picking me from the floor carrying me bridal style his grip too strong for me.

I kicked and screamed.

"You hurting me!" I shouted but it seemed not to affect him. Tears dampened his jacket but he didn't mind.

"Let her go!" A voice shouted from behind us.

"But the boss said we should lock her up." The guard said.

"Do you see your boss here, if you want to keep the pretty face of yours you will let her go!" The guard seemed to hesitate not knowing if to follow Tom's orders or not.

"Now Lorenzo!" Tom's words came with a warning that just made me to stop kicking. Lorenzo put me on the floor immediately and I wasted no time but dashed past him and to the flight of steps behind him.

I took them as fast as I could, trying hard to keep my tears at bay so I could see clearly.

When I got to the garage it was dark. I fumbled for the switch then quickly maneuvered my way to the car. When I got there I placed the key on the door causing the car to unlock before sliding on the cold leather and pressing the start button.

The car roared to life as I adjusted myself in the seat, pulling my seat belt and locking it. Foot on the accelerator, both hands on the stirring wheel I drove off. The garage door opened as I approached it. I speed off driving down the drive way, when I was close enough the gate opened and I drove through.

I pressed the accelerator hard causing the speedometer to rest at 260. It was like the car was flying. The trees by the road seemed like they were flying. My hands held hard on the stirring wheel, my knuckles turned white and started to hurt but I welcomed the pain, anything that would destruct me from the pain in my chest.

Why would he do this to me?

Wasn't I enough?

Did he ever love me?

My mind kept pestering me with questions, questions that made my heart ache more, questions that caused my body to shake and tears to just spill from my eyes. The rain was pouring outside, I could barely see through the windscreen. The wipers did nothing to better the situation.

I tried to wipe away my tears and sit up so I could easily see the road but they just kept coming. The pain I was in was something I had never ever experienced.

Why did I suffer so much in life?

In my mind I could just see him walking in with her in his arms, he didn't even spare me a glance.

Why did he keep hurting me?

Why did I keep letting him hurt me?

The car started screeching around the road causing me to snap out of it but it was too late, the speed was too high, I lost control of the car.

It all happened so fast, I screamed as it drove off the road sliding through mud and finally hitting a large tree then flipping over.

Airbags exploded and I sat there outside down only being held by the seat belt as I slowly lost consciousness, blood dropping over my head.

Slowly my hands went to my stomach before it all just turned black.