New Life : A Second Chance

Sarah found herself unable to resist the pull. Mainly because she was already weak from the pain and fear that invaded her. She couldn't fight Sayuri at that point, who seemed to be far stronger than she thought possible.

Her eyes darted everywhere, trying to find some sort of reprieve.

A way out?

Something … anything … anyone … that could help her from this predicament.

But the forest was silent.

Then, Sarah thought … it was only Sayuri, right? If it was a one-on-one, couldn't she fight back? Wasn't this a way for her to escape? 

She no longer harboured any feelings for Kyle … no, that was not true. She still did have feelings for Kyle - how could one really stop loving someone that one had been in love with for so long?

Despite the betrayal of him sleeping with another, despite the fact that he wasn't who she thought he was anymore … she still loved him. She loved him so very much.

However, she did not have any hope of them getting together again. She had seen it in his eyes.

 Disdain and disgust for her. Hate, even.

Yet, for Sayuri, there was nothing but love and gentleness.

Sarah's mind snapped then.

If she couldn't have Kyle, then no one should have Kyle!

It was that simple.

Well, that was her plan.

Sayuri looked at Sarah, who was now red in the face, screaming and trying hard to scratch and slap her. Yet, for some reason, Sarah's hands were not long enough to make a dent.

Instead, she looked like some insane clown as Sayuri held her up by the top of her head, keeping her at arm's length.

The thing was, Sayuri wasn't that much taller than Sarah. However, due to her vantage point (she was standing on slightly higher ground) and the way she held Sarah's head, Sarah was at a disadvantage. 

Plus, Sarah didn't seem to be in her right mind.

Sayuri sighed.

It wasn't really much fun or satisfying to be exacting revenge over a madman.

Perhaps, seeing Kyle out of her grasp had been too big of a blow for her to take. 

Sayuri gave Sarah a hard backhand slap to the face.

Then grinned when Sarah flinched.

Mad or not, she still felt pain.

Thus, this wasn't a total loss.

Then again, was she really out of her mind?

Sayuri decided to test her.

"Sweetheart," Sayuri called out sweetly.

"Yes, my love?" Kyle replied, jumping down from the tree branch and landing neatly beside Sayuri.

Sarah didn't move then, her crazy eyes seeming to take in the figure that suddenly appeared.

"Do you love me?" she asked, turning to face him.

Kyle smiled, "More than words can say."

"Do you love Sarah? Or have you ever loved her?" Sayuri asked, blinking her eyes at him.

"No, never have and never will," Kyle answered firmly, hardly giving Sarah a glance as he caressed Sayuri's cheek while she had her free hand around his waist.

"Would you do anything I ask of you?"

"Of course." 

Kyle wondered just where Sayuri was going with this, but he answered her nonetheless.

Sayuri turned towards Sarah and said, while not breaking eye contact with her, "I want you to kiss Sarah. Not just any kiss, but a mind-blowing French kiss."

"Okay," Kyle replied unhesitatingly. 

He then turned to face Sarah, who was now blinking rapidly at him. 

Kyle took the steps closer to Sarah, and Sayuri let Sarah go when Kyle placed his hands around Sarah's waist. He brought his face closer to hers, as his other hand snaked around the back of her neck.

Sarah was frozen.

Just as his lips were about to touch hers, Kyle smiled and said softly, "As if."

Without letting go of Sarah, Kyle stepped aside and handed her to Sayuri.

"As you suspected, she's fine," Kyle replied.

 Sarah opened her eyes at that, her face in total shock.

It took her a few seconds to process what was happening, and by then, Sayuri had her neck in a vice grip.

Sarah gasped and struggled, placing her hands on the arm that was squeezing her throat.

"Nice try, but you're not getting away with it that easily," Sayuri said. 

Kyle gave a her a kiss on the cheek and leaned on a tree nearby.

"Did you really think Kyle would kiss you?" Sayuri asked with a smirk, "Or that I would ask him to do so?"

Sayuri brought her face closer, "Like you, I'm very possessive over what is mine. But unlike you, he really is mine."

Sayuri let go of her choke hold, and Sarah coughed, gasping for air.

Sarah suddenly lunged at Sayuri, upon which Sayuri just side-stepped and kneed her in the stomach as she passed by. She made a half-turn and punched her hard on the jaw.

Kyle winced, rubbing his jaw as he remembered the right hook she had given him before. He imagined he could still feel it. The pain had been felt for a few days after that, indicating just how strong the force had been.

Luckily, she hadn't dislocated the jaw but the joints had still been affected.

Kyle watched with a smile as Sayuri continuously punched and kicked at Sarah, hitting the same spots and causing the same sort of injuries that Sarah had caused upon her. Which basically meant almost everywhere, from the head, shoulders, back, neck, and legs.

After all, Sayuri had fallen down the stairs and had been kicked.

His woman was really letting off steam right now.

By the time Sayuri was done, Sarah was a bloodied mess, with her face all bruised and swollen, with cracked lips. Her body was littered with bruises as well, already turning purple and she suffered multiple fractures.

Kyle's went over to Sayuri worriedly, taking her hand in his and examining her knuckles, "Are you okay?"

Sayuri gave him a bright smile and said, "I can see why you really enjoy punching people to release stress."