DENISE'S POVMy cheeks are rosy, my hair looks healthier, there's a shine to it, there's life in my skin. The girl watching me in the mirror is nothing like the girl I saw a few months ago. This girl seems happy, content even. I can see it in her eyes, they aren't dull or tired, they have a glint to them, a rare contentment. A smile tugs my lips at the realisation that my life is somewhat at ease. Who would have thought that I would feel like this after a whirlwind that struck my life offsetting the balance. There is a wave all of a sudden, what if this isn't real? A glitch in the matrix maybe. I shake my head at my unseemly thoughts. Just in time Gregory calls out to me, walking right into the bathroom without knocking. I'll say we've improved in our relationship, I don't know how it happens but it gets better each day. He still makes me nervous, eliciting butterflies in my stomach anytime he steps into the same space as me. I am not so sure I can get over the way I feel and act arou
I've told you before, you don't need to worry I promise” I whine to Gregory over the phone. He doesn't want to let me do anything or even leave his sight, it's sweet and all but I need to do stuff on my own. I've always done things on my own asides the occasional help from Rosie and mum.“It's not like I'll be alone, Rosie will be there with me, Oliver will equally be there, nothing is going to happen. And I promise, at the slightest sign of any trouble I'll call you, please.” Even though I couldn't see him, I already have puppy dog eyes.There's a heavy sigh at the other end of the line after a few seconds of pregnant pause.“Fine, you can go to the mall” his beautiful voice rings out.“But if you notice anything out of place call me. Love you”. He cuts the call and my eyes are rounded in surprise. I am stunned, he just said “love you”. He has never said that before, my heart rate picks up, “he just said love you, Gregory just said love you. My brain keeps repeating it.I need to get
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,