Chapter 5: My husband

My husband

"Where are you going this early in the morning?" I sleepily asked Ismaiah as I saw his silhouette at the dark corner of the room.

I told him already that I don't want to stay inside a room with him but he knows too much how to control people. I can't even act against all his decisions, he'll get all mad and won't stop bothering me the whole day.

Even though he looks all so mature and cold on the outside, for the past days, I can't help but also see his childish side.

All our arguments comes from a nonsense reason and that's because he loves seeing me mad at him. He's so dedicated in his making me mad agenda that sometimes I just want to sew his mouth down so that he won't have the chance to tease me.

Oh well, I chose this path and I have no other choice but to bear with it.

My dad did not missed a day trying to visit me here but I never got out of our room even once. He sold me already, he have no rights to see me.

I don't know if time will really help me make amends with my father but just by thinking about the future ahead I planned out already, I can't help but feel bad for myself.

I got drag into this mess without me knowing. Everyone around me is clueless about the things that are happening to me.

What? A grand wedding? I got married inside an unknown house with only the two of us and an old man playing as the priest without even any witnesses.

Far more behind what I imagined my marriage would be.

"Sleep more, it's too early in the morning for you to wake up."

He then walked sluggishly towards me and leaned down to plant a soft kiss on my forehead. My eyes doubled at that as I acted like I want to puke.

"There's no other people who can see us here, stop with your act!" I hissed.

Ismaiah just shrugged at that and flicked my forehead. I glowered at him and slap his hand.

"I'll go home at lunch... let's eat together."

I groaned, "Can't you eat without me? Are you a kid?"

"Are we really going to argue this early?"

"Come back later then so that we can argue late."

The side of his lips rose up, "You know what I like about you? You're not scared of me. That's a point for you sweetie."

I stared at him in disbelief, "Don't pissed me off Ismaiah."

"I'm going now, sleep more."

I rolled my eyes at the back of my head, "Don't tell me what to do!"

Ismaiah just chuckled at that and wave his hand lightly before scurrying out of the room.

I dumped myself on the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling. Now, what am I going to do the whole day?

I am not allowed to go out of the house. Even though I can't see it, I know his men are just around. I never really think of running away though. Somehow, I am liking how peaceful I am living here under his custody.

Away from people, away from noises, away from stress and away from pressure.

Being the daughter of the Mayor gave a lot of weight on my shoulder. Everyone is expecting more from me. Everyone's eyes are buried onto me. One wrong move and I am done.

I've been trying to suppressed myself in public, that's why in everyone's eyes... I am the perfect daughter of the Aracosa.

Ever since I was a kid, when my father started to enter politics, I felt like everything changed.

I used to be a smiley cheerful teen but ever since my mother died and my father got a lot more bigger responsibility on his hand, I started to become aloof and build a huge wall to people.

My father was my only friend back then, the one I can tell everything I need to blurt out but he betrayed me at the end.

Maybe that's how my life will continue to revolve around, betrayal, love and anger. Everything is just around those three words.

I stood up from lying down to eat some breakfast but before I can even step out of my room, the window broke and thrown up Dave from wherever the hell he came from.

My mouth hung agape as I stared at him back to the window and then down to the scattered pieces of shattered glasses on the floor.

Dave tried to walk closer to me but I took a step backward, making him halt his steps.

The corner of his lips are twisting, like he do not like what he is seeing. I saw how his eyes wandered around our room as his face darkened.

His presence made me a little scared. I've know Dave ever since I was a child and knowing how impulsive he can get... I know that whatever he's thinking right now, he'll do it.

"Hi there my dear Elysian," he softly but dangerously greeted.

I hid the trembling of my lips by putting on a small smile, "What are you doing here?"

"I told you, I'll get you out of here. And I'm back!" he chuckled like a mad man.

What happened to the soft Dave I've known back then. He used to be so gentle, caring... back then, I see his smile as the most beautiful part of him. He always have this beatific smile that will make you want to smile too but right now... I can't even see the genuineness his smile used to have.

"I had a hard time slipping off through Ismaiah's men, good thing they can be easily distracted," he continued, making my face gnarled.

I don't know why he is doing this. I didn't asked him to get me out of her. Sure, I do not like it here but him being like this makes me want to stay more here than leave this place.

There's no way he will go further than asking me to runaway with him without any reason. I know he has one but I have nothing to do with it.

"What do you need?" I asked, trying not to lose my patience. I may be somehow mad at him but he still used to be my friend.

"You, let's get out of here. Ismaiah is not as good as how you see him, Elysian."

My forehead creased at that. I never saw Ismaiah as a good man. He kidnapped me, he let my father pay his debt my using me, he never listen to what I want... there's no way I see him as a good man. That's just how they see it.

"No, why would I leave this place? This is my house," I firmly uttered.

His face contorted, "You're not safe here, Elysian! I'm saving you from danger."

That made me confused but I remained firm. Going with him means giving him hope. I know how he badly wants me for him, he did a lot of things to get me. He must be so shocked after hearing the news of me getting married but for me, I become more complacent that he knows it. At least he won't bother me anymore but here he is, in front of me... scaring the hell out of me.

"Just leave, Dave. I won't leave this place with you."

He looked at me incredulously, "Are you fucking serious right now, Eli? You're choosing him over me?"

"I told you tons of time already that it will never be you..."

"It will if he didn't ruin it!"

"Dave... are you seriously doing this because you like me? Because the way I see it, its not! You're not like this."

"Stop putting different narratives in your mind! You don't know anything!" he combusted in anger. "I wasted my time and effort here. I'll come back when I come back. I hope you mind change already when that comes."

I watched him rolled his eyes as he jumped from the window to go out of the house. I was worried that he'll broke some bones but when I saw him running like it's nothing, I can't help but sighed and closed my eyes.

There's a deeper reason of how he's acting like this. I am sure of that. I may not know what is is but I'm sure there is. Whether it's a beef between him and Ismaiah or much more than that.

I forgot to eat my breakfast that morning. Instead of trying to think of what I should do the whole day, I slept.

As I am not allowed to go out, I am also not allowed to continue my work. I am managing a small fashion line in Manila, luckily... I have my trusted workers there that I can slack of like this.

I miss going out with my friends though but they doesn't seem to feel the same way as I haven't heard anything from them after the party.

No one even tried to find me when I was missing for days what more asking about how I am doing?

I woke up with a hand softly caressing my face. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Ismaiah towering over me.

An impassive look is displaying on his face for an unknown reason. Is it because I fell asleep and forgot to cook for our lunch?

"I haven't cooked anything, of fuck! I slept longer than I'm supposed to!" I hysterically uttered as I sit up from lying down.

Ismaiah's hand fell on my lap. I stared at it for a while before averting my eyes to him. He didn't talk for a while, he just stared at me with nothing you can read from his expression.

I puckered my lips and promptly looked away. What is it again that he wants us to argue? I'm hungry and still tired even though I didn't do anything but sleep yet he's acting like this.

"What?! Why are you staring at me like that?" I hissed in annoyance. I'm getting uncomfortable with his stare.

Ismaiah blinked twice and sighed before light pinching my nose. I shove his hand away and punch his arm.

"You want a fight huh?" I sneered.

"No. Did something happen? Why is the window broken?" he sternly asked. He sounds so strict and protective.

I tried to covered it earlier and sweep all the shattered glasses but it's hard to hide. I know his men probably told him about this already since some of them chased Dave earlier.

"I don't know, I'm not inside this room when it broke," I lied. I don't know why but I feel like I needed to. I don't want to caused another mess here.

Seeing Ismaiah's reaction right now, I know he won't let this pass if he learned that Dave saw me here.

His brow shot up as the side of his lips rose up in a sarcastic way.

"Why are you lying sweetie?" his voice sounds dangerous making me stiffened on my place. He leaned in towards me, "Are you planning to escape with his help?"

I leaned back and rolled my eyes, "I should've done that earlier if I want to."

There's no use of hiding it from him, he knows. I know he knows. Is there some sort of camera here of what... looks like he's watching me even when he's not here.

"You won't go with him?" he asked in confusion.

I sarcastically chuckled, "Why would I? He's not my husband."

I saw how his face twitched, surprise at what he heard from me. I hate how he's doubting me. If I want to leave, I am probably not here anymore but since I want my father to feel my rage, I am not doing it.

And just like what I said earlier... I am comfortable here... the silence... the way I can be alone and away from people. Aside from being with him, there's nothing I hate here.

I bit the inside of my cheeks to suppressed my laugh as I noticed how his ears turned crimson.

"Are you fluttered?" I teasingly chuckled. "My husband... has this side too? What a surprise!"

"Your husband?" he asked in disbelief.

I smirked, "My husband... Ismaiah Zyler."