MY WIFE, MY MEMESIS
CHAPTER 21
I jolted awake and found myself in
his arms, the de.vi.l’s arms. I looked up at him and realized he’d carried me bridal style, so I did the first thing any reasonable female in my shoes would do. I kicked him in the groin with my leg and screamed at him angrily.
“Where are you taking me to? Let go of me this instant, you sick ba.sta.rd!” He was dumbfounded and looked very confused. Despite being hit where the sun didn’t shine, he didn’t drop me. Instead, he clutched my body with his abdomen and groaned in pain. When I realized that he wasn’t planning to drop me, I drew in and bit him on his chest, unashamedly. That earned me the freedom I needed. He dropped me instantly.
“Oh, f.u.c.k! Babygirl, what’s happening? Did you have a bad dream?” He gritted out in pain. This question hit home and I quickly scanned my environment, we were in the mansion’s parking lot.
“Dream? Did I dream it?” My brain processed the information and I wondered aloud. I wondered how the whole happening could be a dream. It was so real. The dream felt so real. The sound of the bitter slap rang in my ears and I could still faintly feel how the belt was landing on my body, painfully.
I went into an inspecting frenzy . I looked down on my top and found out I was still in my flowery chiffon blouse with the buttons intact. I touched my head and the wig I had on was still in place. It was unbelievable. I ran to his car and checked out my cheeks in the mirror. I drew my blouse down to examine my neck and chest. And when I didn’t spot any bruise or cut, I was relieved. It was indeed a dream.
“How did I end up in your arms?” I sneered at him.
“We were just talking about random stuff and smiling sheepishly at each other, while I was driving home, then we got held up in traffic for almost one hour and you fell asleep. I was certain it was the injection you received earlier that made you felt so drowsy, so I concluded you needed the nap. That was why I didn’t bother to wake you up. Is there anything wrong with that?” He replied me frustratedly. I heaved a deep sigh of relief.
The whole thing about my husband carrying me into his bedroom, handcuffing me, chaining me, and beating me up, with the claim that I got myself desecrated by another man’s touches, was a dream. But although, it was nothing but a dream, I couldn’t shake off the terrible feeling. It was as if the dream was warning me. I didn’t realize I was standing and staring into space for some minutes until he spoke up.
“Babygirl, are you okay? Do you want me to take you to the hospital? You look gloomy.” He moved closer to me, held my hand and asked me concern. I flinched from his hold.
“I’m okay. I just need to rest.” I informed him and started walking into the house. He trotted after me.
“Should I just carry you in? You’re not looking okay. What’s the dream about? Is it that bad?” He inquired and tried to hold my hand again.
“I said you shouldn’t touch me. Are my words weightless to your hearing? Don’t touch me, just leave me alone.” I yelled at him.
“Babygirl, what’s really going on? We were just gisting like one hour ago before you slept off, and we were fine. Did you not remember what we talked about in the car?” He inquired again. I rolled my eyes frustratedly.
“I do not remember anything.” I stated flatly. He knew I was lying.
“No, that’s a blatant lie. I know you remember. We talked about our feelings for each other, we agreed we both have feelings for each other … How can you not remember all that? when I even promised to show you what romance and being romantic is truly about at home, you were excited and told me you’d love to see it.” He explained to me calmly. I scoffed in annoyance.
“And you think I’d just fall for your sweet weightless words like that? You think I’m daft enough to just fall and forget everything you’ve done to me, when I even know everything you’re capable of doing, merely because you said you’re falling in love with me? The feelings you aren’t even sure of yet? No, hubby, I’m not some naive teen female who will fall head over heels for your sugarcoated words that easily. Not after everything you’ve done to me. Not when I know how dangerous you are. I know you, Darlington. I’m not that gullible.” I informed him with a raised tone. He breathed in and out sharply.
“Yeah, I know. I know you should definitely be wary of me. I know I haven’t been nice to you. I know all that, but what should I do with my feelings? How should I handle them when they keep hammering on my heart like they’d break it into pieces if I don’t act on them accordingly?” He inquired with sad eyes. I nearly fell for the act but I knew better.
I knew I should be wary of him. That dream was an eye opener. He was someone that’d harmed me before, and could still do so. I accepted his confession too easily. Even though it broke my heart to be seeing him looking all sad and hurt, I knew I’d to be careful and take my time to study him and his sudden change of heart so i wouldn’t be deceived. I frowned my face.
“I strongly believe you should go fry those feelings and eat them up. As long as they do not seem genuine to me, I won’t accept them. Your sudden change of heart seems too good to be true.” I informed him strictly and walked into my bedroom.
“Oh! How do I make things right, now?” I heard him said loudly to himself as I started walking away. My heart wanted me to just run back into his arms and allow him to show me what romance and being romantic was truly about, but my brain insisted it was dangerous. My heart wailed as I walked away from him. I wanted to accept his feelings. But I was scared because his ways of handling things were frightening.
How was i supposed to handle such perilous love?
TO BE CONTINUED
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