Standing by the mirror staring at my reflection, my hands trembled and tears shred on my jowls in trickles as I cannot recognize my face anymore. It's scarred and swollen, I'm probably hideous or a monster like my husband Xavier calls me.A cool afternoon, Xavier stood in front of a mirror fastening his neck tie, he was donned in a black suit. He was decking himself up to leave to his office when I stepped in. My lips curled into a bright smile entranced by his suit and I walked to him.I stood behind him and was wrapping my arms round his stomach, "hon, good morning."Xavier pulled my hands off him abruptly with an air of disgust, and edged away from me. I felt quite confused wondering why he is walking away from me, "hon, what's wrong?"Xavier's anger got spiked and he screamed at me, "don't you speak to me you monster!" His face was contorted.I was flabbergasted. It was the first moment i heard him call me monster and I know monsters are ugly creatures and hideous too. I knew he is
Xavier was hesitating to speak. I felt my heart pounding in anxiousness as he wasn't uttering a word. Anger rose in me like a tide as I got Impatient and I screamed, "speak up! Do you regret marrying me?"Xavier sighed. He wanted to move from me, he brushed my arm as he swerves from me, I staggered a bit and I veered and stared at him approaching the doors."Where're you going?" I yelped.He kept on walking. "Xavier! Xavier!" I screamed at the top of my lungs and he stepped outside the doors without looking or turning back. A surge of tears welled my eyes as he completely fades from my sight. I did not want him to leave. I felt like pulling him into a hug but he was already gone. I listened to the purring of his car as he swerves it from the gate.My knees bend slowly and they dropped to the floor. The floor grazed my knees. Kneeling, I crossed my arms on my cest whimpering like a four-year-old.I suddenly felt a soft hand patting my hand lovingly and I veered to see my five year old d
I took off my shirt and I slammed the door so no one can see us. I let her stroke my chest and I stroke her hips also and we were making love.It was 9:05 in the morning the subsequent day. I slowly woke up and the rays of the sunlight pouring on me through the window was causing me to stir. I raised myself to a sitting position and I felt startled finding myself in a bedroom.It looked like a modern bedroom and the sheets draped around me were quite expensive. I panicked, "where...where am I?" I glanced around."Relax." I listened to the feminine voice and I looked up to see Becca advancing to the bed in only a blouse. Her curvaceous hips were disclosed. She was clasping a mug of coffee I could see the mist hovering on it and she sat besides me."Good morning Xavier." She pecked my cheek."How are you baby?" I squinted at her."Want coffee?"I shook my head, "I'm good, " I moved nearer to her, "I only want you right now." I pecked her chin.She giggled and dropped the mug on the table
I didn't want to listen to him I didn't want to miss out on Bella's presentation I already assured her I was going to be there and it'll be a shame if I don't.Xavier appeared at Becca's apartment, it skipped his mind that he has to be at Bella's presentation. Xavier strode from the parking area after parking his Lamborghini truck and he was approaching the entrances. He halted catching a glimpse of Becca getting out of the swimming pool and he observed her flawless body gleaming as the rays of the sun poured on her.She was donned in only a bikini and her lips were coated with ruddy lipstick. Xavier ambled to her and her lips curled into a smile noticing him besides her. She grabbed a fluffy towel and kneaded her arms.Xavier pulled her close to him and he glanced at her lips, "how are you love?"Becca wrapped her arms on his neck, "I'm great. You arrived at the right time.""Right time?" Xavier's face got puzzled.Becca chuckled, "my mum, Suzie is at home. I cannot wait to introduc
I picked myself from the floor scraping off any dirts that may have climbed my dress and I felt uneasy catching sight of his rigid contorted face."I'm sorry." I spoke with a soft voice and he looked closely at my face. I observed his eyes fixated at my face. He wore that eww, like disgusted look staring at the scars and swells on my face. I shivered in my chest feeling embarrassed and I tugged my scarf off the floor wrapping my head with it. I crossed the road on a fast pace and I glanced over my shoulder to check if he's still staring at me. He was and I hurried over to my car.Sitting on my car seat, I grasped the steering wheel. I couldn't get it off my mind the irritated look on the Lorry driver's face. I felt pricked with sadness and I let tears dribble from my eyes. Knowing I am all alone in my car, I didn't try to stop the tears that were flowing down. It wasn't the first time someone shot me a disgusted look. I was crossing a sidewalk in the cold hours of the morning. My fa