Roxanne I feel his movement coming to a stop. My breathing stops as I anticipate his next move. My eyes, fixed on the ceiling. After a few minutes I feel cool air hitting me as his warmth leaves me completely. I hear the shattering of things for a whole few minutes as he starts throwing things. I watch him through my peripheral vision. His breathing was heavy as he was throwing things. My heart, beating loudly waiting for him to resume what he was doing. I leave my breath which I was holding as soon as I hear the thud of the door. He left. But I still remain alert. He might change his mind and come back. Tears of happiness, pain, helplessness and fear start flowing through my eyes when I don't hear any footsteps behind the doors. I curl myself. Why did I decide to sleep on Emily's bed that day? Maybe then we would have never crossed paths. Then maybe Emily would have been happy with him. I wouldn't have been in such a situation. Hiccups and sniffles start resonating in the room.
Roxanne Various gasps resonate in the garden by my revelation. “I knew this girl would pull some stupidity." I hear Mr Rodriguez mutter slowly from behind us. I looked away from Isaac's strained and angry face towards the reporters. They came out of the shock, from my revelation and instantly lots of questions were thrown towards me. “What do you mean, Mrs Roxanne.?" “Then what happened to you?" “Where were you yesterday?" “Where did you get those injuries ma'am?" “Were Mr Isaac's statements wrong?" “Please, tell us everything Mrs Roxanne." I look at all of them one by one. They all were eager to know, not because they wanted to help me but because they wanted to reveal the dark secrets of Lander's and Rodriguez's to the world, to gain success. I have gotten accustomed to them but it still gets overwhelming sometimes with all of them jumping on me with questions. “What are you saying, love?" I scowl in confusion when Isaac's hands land on my shoulders and he
Roxanne I look at the television. It's showing some isolated place and a big warehouse located in the middle, surrounded by humongous trees. I can see the entrance of the warehouse and a few men outside, smoking. Various trees surrounding it. “What is this?" I asked, confused. I still need to have a conversation with him about the marriage ordeal. But something about now is wrong. Something wrong is going to happen. I just know it. I can feel it in my gut. “Shh, love,..." He puts his index finger on my lips. “just enjoy." He pecks my nose. His words give me shudders. His hand falls on my shoulder as he pulls me closer. I look away from him and at the television. I can feel his intense eyes on me. His proximity, giving me goosebumps. I can feel his hard muscles beneath his clothes. And I hate it that I am feeling like this after what he has done. I put my palm on his chest and pushed him away. My divided attention on television as I put my all might in pushing him away. “Bas
Roxanne A very relaxed Ragnor leisurely walks in. His eyes after looking me up and down are now looking around the room. He very casually makes himself comfortable on the foot of the bed. After scrutinising the room his eyes fell on me. “You look stressed." He points out. My frown deepens. Why is he here? And the first thing he says is ‘You look stressed.' I never had much conversation with him but I have come to know that he is very different from Rodriguez's and Lander's. He doesn't care about public thinking or anyone's thinking. He does what he likes. A very opposite character from my sis. “Don't frown. You look ugly with that frown." My lips part as I get stunned by his blunt comment. “Now you look more ugly." I am speechless. “What do you want?" I finally ask. I am sure he is here with some business. He smirks. That gives me chills. “I do want something. But first of all I was thrilled by your stunt which you pulled outside, in front of those reporters. You should h
Roxanne As much as he looks easy going now he looks devilish. What is his real personality? “I just want you to confess that Emily was the one who planned your escape from this marriage." He says. “Simple, isn't it." He gives a full toothy smile. A shudder passes through me even thinking about the outcome of that. “Why do you think I will do that?" I asked. I would never do that. “You have a point." Is he really an idiot? He thinks for some time with his eyes away from me on the wall in front of him. I flinch as his eyes move back to me as his body completely turns to me with that devilish look in his eyes. “Then I will do it." He turns away from me. “At least I tried." He grumbles to himself. He gets convinced that easily? I thought he would not leave till I got twisted to his commands. He flicks away the invisible dust and walks towards the door. His back towards me. He stops suddenly and I get alert. I can't be at ease in front of these Rodriguez's and Lander's. The
Isaac “Sleep love." I whisper in her ears. She shifts slightly and I groan when her hips graze my length. “Women, stop moving." I snapped, my voice strained. My hands tightens on her belly and breathing gets heavy. “Hah." I huff when she finally stops moving. I gaze at her side profile. Her pale cheeks which were blemish less a few hours earlier now have a slap mark. A slap mark given by me. That slap must have given a lot of pain, since I had put half of my strength in it. In only two days, I have given her three bruises, one on her cheek and two on her wrist of both hands. Though for the stunt she pulled today, she deserved the slap then why am I feeling regretful. Her blemished cheeks were giving me pain and breaking my heart. I could never digest a bruise on her. Though I have always tried to control my strength while handling her, I always end up giving her one. I flip to the other side and grab the cream from the night stand. I had asked our doctor for the best cream
Roxanne I flap my legs in anger. And in anger I threw the quilt down. What was he doing here? And why was he being cheeky? Does he think everything is alright? Bastard did so many things and is being cheeky. I should have stabbed him in the nose two more times. I glare at the wrist where he had applied medicine. I harshly start rubbing my wrist. I don't need medicine from the person who has given me injuries in the first place. He shouldn't have done it to begin with. Signing on my stupidity as my wrist starts burning due to harshly rubbing it. I get up from the bed and put my feet on the ground. Everything's a mess and here I am sleeping, peacefully. But that's me, whenever things get heavy I solve it by sleeping away. Sleeping helps me to get away from the problems. I have been doing this since I can remember. Whenever things get out of my hand I sleep away. I get out of the room and start manoeuvre downstairs. While walking through the hallway, I find one of the helpers
Roxanne I stumble as she harshly pulls me. Even though she has her heels on, she can still walk this fast. “Mrs. Lander, leave my hand. Where are you taking me." I shout. I tried to pull my hand out of her hold, but it only ended up giving me more pain. She pulls me downstairs. While ascending the stairs, I skipped the last step, making me fall straight on my knees, as Mrs Lander leaves my hand in the middle. I whimper in pain. I rise and look at my elbows, it's not that bad. Wincing, I stand up. My knees were buckling. I slide the dress to the side, by the split and sure enough my knees are injured. Blood was sleeping out from the split skin. It fucking hurts. Angry, I look up at Mrs Lander whose eyes are already on me. “What is wrong with you?" I asked sharply. I don't know why tears well up in my eyes. I am fed up with everything. She doesn't heed my words and looks away and I follow her eyesight to see all the other members are already here, gawking at us. Mrs Rodri