Chapter 6: Gunshot

Gunshot

"Why can't you just let me work, Ismaiah? I don't want to fucking stay on my room the whole day!" I combusted in anger after Ismaiah stopped me from going out to visit my shop.

A line appeared between his brows. His eyes darkened as he turned his back on me to go to his closet.

I took the pillow beside me and throw it to him. I grinned as it exactly hit his head, making him halt his steps and glared at me.

"Stop acting like a kid and just stay here can you?!" he blurted out.

"Let's have a divorce! If I can't even go out of this place then I'm leaving!"

I stood up from the bed, taking only my wallet and phone with me before storming out of the room. I know I can't leave this place even if I want to.

Just look at how his men lined up in front of me after seeing me going out from the door!

I just ignored them and pushed them away. Since they are not allowed to hurt me, they just let me put them to the side. The corner of my lips turned up.

I was about to continue walking out when an arm suddenly carried me like a sack of rice making me groan in shock.

I wiggled myself for him to forcefully take me down but he's too strong that I didn't even sense any struggle in him while carrying me.

How the hell can he carry me easily like this? I'm almost as tall as him yet he's making it look like I am a small person by doing this to me!

"Let me down! Fuck! My stomach hurts!" I keep screaming and punching his back.

He immediately dumped me on the bed when we entered our room. I winced in pain as I shut my eyes in annoyance.

I'll fucking punch his face! How dare he just throw me down on the bed as if it doesn't hurt! Is this how a husband treat his wife?! I am like imprisoned here!

No malls, no going to worked, no eating outside and walking around is not even allowed!

"I hate you! Fucking much!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I sit up to glowered at him. He just stood up in front of me and watched me combust. "Leave! I don't want to see you!"

I covered myself with the comforter and tried to suppressed my emotions as I can feel my tears starting to sprung in my eyes.

A month of being locked in this house is hell for me. I can't even try to escape because the house is surrounded by his men! Why is he so scared of letting me go out of this house?! It's not like I can still runaway from him!

I can't escape him anymore! I am tied to him! I am fucking married to him!

"Elysian..." he called.

"Don't talk to me!" I sneered. I know I am acting like a kid right now but I can't help but do so. I hate how I am being limited and hold back here. I have my own life and own wants that I want to do yet I am locked inside this house.

I am only 25, I still have a lot of things I want to do but here I am, married with a man who can't even let me do what I want to. I am not even allowed to work. This is not even on my plan.

I am still at the point where I need to roamed around to know what I am for really.

"You need to understand me. Your name is all around this country as well as mine. Your father's enemy are all on our back, watching us."

"I've been watched by them ever since my father entered politics, Ismaiah."

"That's why I am worried, Elysian."

I sat up and stared at him in disbelief, "Why are you worried? Do you like me? Who am I to you?"

His face tightened as he saw me on the verge of crying. I saw him gulped as he averted his eyes away from me, "You are my responsibility, Elysian. You are my wife."

"Right, I am." I uttered, disappointed.

Why am I feeling this? What he said is the truth. There's nothing between us even before we got married. I have even no idea on how we ended up like this. So what am I expecting for him to answer?

"Give me one more week then I'll let you do what you want after," he said.

I rolled my eyes at the back of my head and ignored him. One more week of hell, yeah right. He barely stay in this house, sometimes he's out for days without even telling me anything but he didn't heard anything from me. I never question nor get mad at him. 

"Elysian..." he softly called.

"Just go if you need to, leave me alone.'

I didn't heard him talk for a while. I even thought he left already but I felt the side of the bed sunk down, indicating that he sat on my side.

"Okay fine, I'll let you go to wherever you want to..." he sighed in resignation. The corner of my lips rose up.

I can finally breathe some fresh outside air again! I can't help but give him a mile wide smile as he pulled me up to sit and face him. He suddenly cupped my face making me suddenly lose my breathe. I stared at him with my eyes doubled as he leaned in and planted a soft and long kiss on my forehead.

I unconsciously closed my eyes and leaned my weight on his frame making him wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him.

It is honestly weird that even with this small rare moments where we are suddenly acting like this towards each other makes my heart flutter. He knows what he is doing and I know someday this part of him will make me crazy.

I am scared. For the past weeks, all I can see and talk to is him. Whenever he is not here, even though I act like I don't care about his whereabouts, acting like I am fine with him living me alone here by not asking anything about him, he never once left my mind. And I hate that!

I should be only hating him. I will not be here if not because of him and my father.

"But... I'll go with you," he added.

I looked at him in disbelief for the ninth time. He just really won't leave me alone, won't he?

I retracted away from him without saying anything. I got into his car first, he keeps trying to open a conversation but I just ignored him. I closed my eyes and leaned my head on the window, planning to just sleep up until we reach the destination.

Not even seconds after I closed my eyes, I already felt the car stopping and his hands crawling onto my lap. I tried to shove it away but he won't let me.

"Why are you so grumpy today, sweetie?" he queried in frustration. He lightly pushed my chin up to meet my gaze. My lips twisted.

"It's not like someone will suddenly shot me in the head if I go out alone, Ismaiah."

"That's possible..." he whispered as his eyes started to become sleepy as he stared at me. I looked around and luckily, he parked the car on the side of the road or else we'll probably get a ticket here.

"What do you mean possible? Is there someone who wants me dead?"

He shook his head. His eyes suddenly dropped down to my lips.

Oh well fuck, why is he always getting horny at an unfortunate time! We are fighting yet he's looking at me like he wants to eat me! 

I pressed my lips tightly together and tried leaned back to give more space between us but he catch my waist and pulled me more closer to him.

"We are on the road, Ismaiah." I sneered.

"Your fault, I told you I love it when you're angry."

"Are you a pervert?" I look at him in disgust.

"You can't call me that as I am your husband."

"Seriously? In the middle of the road?"

I felt his light squeezed on my legs making me suddenly straightened my back.

My breathing hitched as he leaned in and gave me a peck on the lips. I slap his hand when he suddenly bit the side of it and chuckled.

"Did you just bit me?" I leered.

He shrugged, "I guess I just did."

We arrive at my shop an hour after series of fights on our way here. Everyone inside turned their head towards us the moment we entered the door. My employees on the other hand, lined up in  front of us and politely bowed their heads.

Ismaiah snake his arms around my waist as he wandered his eyes around.

"You can stay at my office here, I'll just roam around and check things." I trailed off but he didn't even tried to move from his place and just remained clinging onto me. "You'll get bored, Ismaiah."

"I won't get bored watching you."

I saw how some of my employees lowered their heads, hiding their growing smile. They probably heard what Ismaiah said and this moron doesn't even care.

I just rolled my eyes at that and started doing my things. Ismaiah followed me from behind after I yanked away his arms from me. It took me almost two hours to finish checking and talking to the employees before I finally dumped myself down on my seat inside my office.

Ismaiah then stood in front of me with his arms crossed over his chest and a small smile plastered on his face. I shut my eyes tightly as I lightly massage my temple. The aircon took a toll on me. It's too cold here that it made my head hurts.

"Tired?" Ismaiah queried.

I slowly nodded, "A bit. Are you hungry? I'll just order some food."

"I already did, don't bother."

I pouted, "Okay, good."

"Come here," he called as he sat down on my table. My forehead creased at that as I let my swivel chair get closer to him.

"What is it again?"

He didn't talk and just swiftly turned me to turned my back on him. I gasped at that. Suddenly, I just felt his hand starting to massage my temple in a gentle way. I let my back pressed on his frame and comfortably gave all my weight on him.

"You're so light, you need to eat a lot, sweetie."

"I eat a lot," I hissed.

"Doesn't seem like that to me."

"I do, you just don't see it. You barely come home so you know nothing."

"I am always watching you, Elysian."

"What do you mean watching? Are you saying that there are cameras all over the house?"

"Some places..."

"What's wrong with you? Are you obsess with me?"

"Obsess? Whatever will make you sleep at night."

"So annoying!"

"But you like it."

I scoffed, "Wow! The confidence!"

"You like it that way... am I wrong? Do you like timid guys more?"

"I don't know, I don't remember liking anyone before... I mean, seriously."

"A playgirl."

My face contorted, "I never played with anyone's feeling."

"That's good. At least there's no threat around aside from the ugly moron."

I chucked at that. Just by his description and his tone, I already know who he is talking about. Dave, I wonder if they know each other personally and why they hate each other this much...

We were talking peacefully inside the office when someone called him. I nodded as he excused himself. I stood up from my seat and lightly opened the sliding door to peek outside the terrace. Since the sun is still high, the suns finger started scraping from my bare skin.

I squinted my eyes and was about to closed it again as it is too hot outside to sit when a gunshot almost hit me from my place. I stiffened on my feet. I think I even forgot how to breathe.

I just realized that Ismaiah already pulled me inside and closed the sliding door, hiding me on his back.

My hand started to trembled as realization started to dawn onto me. Did I just almost got shot?

"Fuck...I'll fucking kill whoever shot that fucking gun towards you!" that's the last thing I heard before my eyes started to darkened as I lost my consciousness.