Why Would You Lie To Me

The torn expression on his face made my heart clench in my chest. He stumbled back in shock, his eyes widening horribly as he stared at me. I watched as his fingers trembled slightly.

I felt my heart contract in my chest as it came along with a pang of pain. I couldn't say anything. I didn't even know how to defend myself even if I wanted to. I had hurt him and nothing could justify that.

I began to tremble too when he took a step closer to me, his brown orbs hovering over me, squaring me up and looking at me, staring at me with this look. This look read every bit of hurt and pain.

“W-why?” He stuttered on the question, his eyes getting a bit misty now as he stared at me. 

An arrow slashed through my heart, breaking it, shattering it as I watched him in pain. He was going through these emotions because of me. I gulped loudly, unable to say a word. 

“Why did you do that to me?” He asked again, softly, too softly than I expected.

 I watched as his hands shook again, unable to take it in. To take in the betrayal. I didn't have an answer to his question so just like before, I gulped. Even more loudly.

“Why?”

I flinched at the sudden change in his tone as he charged around the room, my room. He reached for the chargeable lamp at my bed stand and smashed it on the wall, his hands trembling with pain.

I let out a soft gasp at this behavior change. 

“Why? Why would you lie to me?” He charged at me, going ballistic.

 I backed up against the wall, scared out of my wits as his hands pressed against my sides, caging me. I had never seen him this way. He looked like a ferocious beast ready to maul me. 

Seeing him this way, trying to control himself from hurting me made tears sting my eyes. Knowing I was the cause of the sudden change in his demeanor, the pain made me begin to cry.

A lone tear rolled down my cheek as my lips quivered. Fear and frustration filled my innards as I stared back into his brown orbs.

“Why?” He began again as he also began to cry, refusing to hide the tears as he looked me in the eye. I watched as tears rolled down his chiseled jaw. 

“Why Tito? Why did you lie to me? Why would you even think of lying to me?” His voice expressed nothing else but hurt and pain as he struggled to remain in check. 

It sounded so hoarse like it was not willing to give into pain but was feeling it anyway.

“I'm sorry, ” I told him, guilt-stricken as I was short of words. 

“Adam, I'm sorry.” I reached to touch his right arm, holding on to it as I pleased with him.

He didn't say anything, he just stared at me with tears coursing down his handsome face while I began to bawl my eyes out.

“Adam, sorry,” I broke down, just wishing he would speak to me.

 I saw the sides of his eyes trail down to his clenched hands. My eyes widened in horror as I stared at him. He didn't want to hurt me.

“Sorry,” I begged again, still crying to him, still pleading with him. 

I searched his eyes, looking into them. The pain I saw in them made me lean into him and hugged him.

“Adam,” I said to him, crying, pleading as I cried on his chest, my tears soaking his shirt. For what seemed like a long time, I cried unwilling to let him go even with my throat burning and my eyes aching.

“I'm sorry,” I continued to say, still sobbing. I wouldn't let him go until he told me it was fine.

And he did because just when I was about to fall to his feet I felt his hands rest on my back, trailing it down as he patted me slowly, leaning into me. He began to whisper words, his sweet voice sending a sensation of calmness through me.

I knew then that the storm was calm.

About The Author:

I am Usman Nafisat Oluwabukola. I am barely eighteen. I'm an aspiring student. I am a fashion designer, content writer, ghostwriter, and creative writer.

I've been writing for a long time. My current work in progress is on Wattpad. My pseudonym is @1stBukky. My IG handle is also my pseudonym.