The perfect plan

Glamour's POV

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I didn't know I had been able to fall asleep as my current situation, doesn't seem to be one that would allow a normal person to fall asleep. But I did, and when I woke up it was from a nightmare.

I was been strangled by a face I couldn't recognize and it felt so real.

I woke up terrified by the nightmare as it felt so real but when I sat up and looked around me I realized my present situation is far more terrifying than any nightmare one might ever have.

I was still on the sofa where I had lied down last night, I reached my hands in my joggers to check if my gun was still there, I heaved a sigh of relief as I felt it was still there...

I stood up went into the bathroom for a quick shower as I could not sit on the sofa and feel sorry for my life.

In the shower, I tried to think of perfect ways to kill Mr husband one that wouldn't be a complete failure, because if I failed I and my whole family would be dead, or maybe he'd let me live to face the horrors and pain of losing all the people you love.

I stayed in the shower longer than I should but I was still unable to come up with a plan. I knew I shouldn't kill him while we are here though, because then I might be stuck here as I don't have my passport with me.

But then I could call home for a rescue I thought, and that reminds me of the fact that I hadn't seen my phone in my bag.

"shit how could I have not noticed that earlier" I spluttered "Maya must have forgotten" Even my purse was not in my box of clothes which meant I was stranded in a foreign country with no means of contact, no means of return if Mr husband chooses to leave me here, and no identification.

I reluctantly got out of the shower and got dressed in the bathroom, and hid my gun in my box, before walking back out.

The sitting room was empty, and I was beginning to feel hungry as I couldn't remember the last time I ate a full course meal.

I went in search of the kitchen hoping to get something to eat even a cereal would do for now.

I opened all the closed doors and found the kitchen but it was completely empty. No kitchen wares and no food or anything one could cook and not even a cereal were available.

Was he for real, how can someone live without food, or does he always order takeouts? I asked myself, perplexed by this.

My tummy made a loud rumble that I got scared he might hear me. I know some people might think it's weird that I could even think about eating in my situation, but I need to eat to live and I need to live to be able to kill Mr husband.

Even the fridge was empty except for a few bottles of water.

Grabbing a bottle of water, I went back into the sitting room and sipping water like I was drinking wine. I thought of how I'm going to survive without food and I know I couldn't so I decide to go ask Mr husband to go get food as he is supposed to be responsible for my feeding and well-being and if he wasn't cut out for that, then he shouldn't have married me.

I was already climbing up the stairs with a furious face when I heard a ring of the doorbell. I wanted to ignore it but then I thought that could be a food delivery maybe he ordered for breakfast so I rushed back down the stairs and opened the door.

A guy stood there with a bunch groceries bags and said he was asked to get this, I then stepped aside and allowed him to enter he went directly into the kitchen and kept them on the floor in the kitchen.

He then asked where Mr. husband was and I told him he's probably upstairs as I haven't seen or heard any of his movement since I woke up, but I didn't tell him about that though.

I think the guy who brought the stuff is probably his friend because he didn't address him as sir or Mr he addressed him as Dharl.

I heard him go upstairs, so I went directly to the bags and started to ransack through them to see if there's anything eatable.

There were a few boxes of cereal and cartons of milk and a few more things inside. I took out the milk and cereal which happens to be my favorite cereal. I then took a bowl from the kitchen shelf and went back to sit on one of the sofas.

I poured the milk into the bowl and then added the cereals but I had forgotten to get a spoon and I had to go back to the kitchen.

When I was about to get out of the kitchen after getting a spoon, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and I was about to stay back but then I asked myself why I needed to hide away from him when it's not like I had committed any sin.

I walked out of the kitchen with my lips set in a straight thin line and went to eat my cereal.

I saw both of them go out the door without turning to look at me, which was great because I wasn't looking forward to meeting his gaze.

When I ate my cereal, I felt like something was missing, and then I instantly remembered it was my phone as I couldn't eat without pressing my phone but I don't have that with me now and it's all Maya's fault I've come to learn the hard way that your friends would take you to hell.

In my own case personal hell on earth. I've never imagined staying 24 hours without a mobile phone and right now the thought of it made me pessimistic.

I don't even know what time is it as I finished my cereal. I kept the plate on the floor but then remembered how my mom would always nag me for not tidying up after eating, even though we had house helps, she would always insist we tidy our plates on our own after eating...

I got up and picked up the plate before taking it to the kitchen and I didn't know when tears started to fall from my eyes.

Never in my life have I ever imagined missing my mom this much and not been able to at least call her...

I sat on the floor of the kitchen and cried more than I had done in the past two weeks. I didn't know how long I cried for, but when I stopped crying, I decided that I can't do this anymore I don't think I can wait until we leave to kill him anymore, and that's when I thought of the perfect plan to get rid of him quicker.