The hairs on my body stood at attention, I wasn't expecting this, not even in the slightest bit. “You know, I warned you, I didn't even do it once, which is on like me. I usually do it once and that's it. But with you, I did it more than once. It is obvious you're a stubborn little pest. You proved adamant, testing my not so big patience”. She laughs humorlessly.“The thing with stubborn pests is that they get destroyed, killed even”. She takes a step closer to me and I take one of my own back. We do this till I have nowhere to move to. Due to her heels she looks taller and intimidating. “Your marriage to Gregory didn't bother me much since it didn't put a dent in our relationship, but as time went on, your stupid little self took his attention away from me, you see, I don't quite like it when attention is taken from me. He has his sole attention on you and that baby and I don't like it. Even at events he ignores me all because of you”. Her blue eyes gaze into my hazel ones with so
Oliver looked at my deplorable state with a raised eyebrow and it reminded me of his boss. “Damn my life”.“What happened Mrs Williams” he wastes no time with the question, his expression turning rigid.“Nothing, I just had a little accident”. His face gives him away, he doesn't believe me. “Ma'am with all due respect, I'm not sure I believe you”. My heart rate skyrockets at his Lazer detection ability. I try to laugh it out but it comes out more like a choked sound. Rosie doesn't even bother backing me up. She just stared between me and Oliver, closing watching our interactions if I would fold and tell the truth.“I'm telling the truth, it was an accident, you don't need to think about it too much”. The lie fell out of my mouth like always . Hiding my abuser because I'm scared.“Ma'am you need to tell me when things go wrong, I wouldn't know what line of action to take if you keep things from me. And if the boss asks I wouldn't know what to say so please ma'am, what happened”.“Not
When I was little my dad adored me. He would always tell me how much he loved me and mom. He told me stories about how he met mom and how they started dating and in no time they were married and they had me. Dad would always say that whoever I was going to marry would adore me, love me, cherish everything that comes with me. He told me my love wasn't going to be basic, it would be special, breathtaking, Nothing like he had ever shown me. He promised me it would be so much more. That my heart was gonna sing when my better half walked into a room and my eyes were going to light up. And even when time had passed on we were going to share a friendship so deep and strong that nothing from the outside was going to shake it. I believed him you know, I believed every word he told me not just because he said them but because I saw mum and him. I saw the twinkle in both their eyes when one person would enter a room. They had their couples fight but they always had that deep friendship that co
The night was really planned out by my husband. Now we sit in the living area cuddling up and watching a movie. I can't even concentrate on the movie because of our position. My body is so aware of his. That I can not move as much. We are seated on the floor and he is behind me, my back to his chest and his hands are loosely wrapped around my body. His heart is the only sound my ears can concentrate on. The beating is in a regular relaxed pattern not like mine, which makes me pray he can't hear mine the way I hear his. At some point his index finger makes circulation motions on my belly resulting in goosebumps. If anyone asks me the movie we are seeing, to be really honest I wouldn't know what to say because my whole attention is on how our bodies fit so perfectly. “What would you like for me to get for you when I get back”. His voice vibrates through me.“You really don't have to” is my weak response.“What do you want, little bird”. His voice is more firm.“Anything is fine”. “Hm
Gregory left three days ago and he calls me every day to speak to me and ask me how things are. And in all our time sleeping together he has never left my side. This is his first time going on a trip without me. A trip that he isn't really sure when he'll be back. I know he said he'll be back in two weeks time but he also said it might take longer. I've missed him, I've missed his warmth on our bed. How he'll hold me close, I've missed how he'd give me a massage when I needed it. I've missed how his voice would brush against my skin when he would speak so close. Oh how I've missed him. I've gotten addicted to his smell, his touch, his voice near me and his very presence. You know how a drug addict can't do without their drug?I think I've gotten to that extent without even realising it. The only thing that has made me realise it is his departure. Sometimes I sleep with his shirt on to get his pine wood smell on me. I know it's insane but there's no helping it. I'm not sure but I think
“Few seconds ago you looked like you had seen a ghost, we both called your name and you did not respond, I had to shake you for you to come out of whatever trance you were in”. Rosie informs me worriedly.“Nothing of that sort, I just remembered something”. She looks at me quizzically.“Whatever you remembered must be something unpleasant then”. She brings her head towards me.“what is really going on?” She whispers to me in a bid to make whatever she is saying not heard by others.“Nothing ”. I plaster a fake smile, my hands are shaking slightly but they are not too obvious to someone not looking. “Let's just eat our food guys, enough with the questions”. This is my attempt to steer them from my apparent fear. We begin to eat again but the thing is the fear has stolen my appetite. I have to pretend and force the food down my throat, my prayer right now is to not let too much slip because their eyes are still on me, watching me like hawks.“Hello Miss”. A little boy tugs my dress,
Gregory called me, we spoke for a while but I never mentioned to him about my encounter. I told him everything else aside from the Patrick ordeal. I told him I asked Oliver and Rosie to stay over because I was feeling lonely and scared.He didn't question me, he only wished he could be home to be with me, to make me feel safe.To steer my mind off things, I told him I've started to feel the baby kicking. He was so excited. I've felt those small jabs for a while now but I kept it from him.The first time I felt the movement I was in bed, I never expected it, it was so small but it happened. That was around my fifth week, as the pregnancy progressed I started seeing more and more of that subtle movement, now it's often, stronger and more pronounced.“Why aren't you sleeping yet?”. Rosie mutters beside me.“I just finished speaking to Gregory on the phone, I haven't really settled to sleep”. I responded to her query.“You should sleep, you need all the rest you can get”. She yawns, putti
Oliver dropped Rosie at her apartment before we went home. According to the instructions given to him by Gregory he is to stay with me until the day he returns from his business trip. So we went to the penthouse house together.“ Welcome home ma'am, lunch has been prepared”. Carolina tells me once we enter the penthouse house.“Serve Oliver some food”. I instruct her.“What about you ma'am?”.“Please just bring fruit salad to my room, I don't feel like eating much”. The truth was I didn't feel like eating at all. My body is still in a frenzy. It's certain they all noticed, but they chose to turn a blind eye to it. I appreciate that they didn't say anything about it.Who wouldn't be in a frenzy?, When you finally get to pay your tormentor his money. The money that he brutalised and battered your body for. The money that he almost raped you for, that same money that he threatened your entire bloody existence for.Despite it all, I'm supposed to be elated that the money has been paid but