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Series of thoughts clashed in my head, banging heavily against one another like a tambourine as i tried to process what the hell was going on. “Have a seat Rebecca,” Derrick said, unflinching.I couldn't tear my eyes away from the monster i was staring at, but i moved accordingly. Reaching for one of the kitchen stools. Mom sat tied to a chair, her lips were sealed so only her eyes did the talking. And from the look on her eyes, she was going through a rollercoaster of pain, stress and heavy tiredness. My eyes welled up immediately, soaking up my cheeks. How could he be this cruel to mom? If he did this to mom what about dad?Dad, where was Dad?“Derrick,” i swallowed. “where is my dad?” But then, mom shook her head erratically, as though trying to tell me something. Her gesture pulled a string on my heart. “What is she saying?,” “what is she trying to say?” I cried. “Take the tape off her, please!” I hovered around him saying,“For goodness sake Derrick, what is this truly

(Back to present.)The clock spun around so quick that suddenly, minutes passed into hours and hours turned into days. There was no call from Drew, neither was there any sign from Derrick. Just me, my growing baby, the maid and the walls. “Karen,” i called the maid, who seemed to work tirelessly. “You work so hard, you should take a day off.” I said to her. “I couldn't leave you all alone here, you have no one by your side, Ma'am.” She added.Ouch. I thought i was aware of that, didn't know i needed a reminder.“You barely eat, you barely move around. Hell, You don't even speak with anyone.”“I may just be an ordinary maid, but i know loneliness when i see one.”“tch,” i kissed my teeth. “Snooping around?, Thats not what you are being paid for Karen,” i said with a tired voice.“I know,” she knelt beside me saying. Her cheeks puffy and round, with a petite frame and plaited two cornrows, she looked nothing older than twenty. “But its because i care about you ma'am,” she paus

What!” I shrieked. “Theres no way you are going to tell him that.” “Why are you going to lie?” I snorted.“Well watch me.” He said, storming out of the house. Was it his plan to drive me crazy? I held on to the railings of the staircase tightly for stability while my head spun like a rollercoaster. A Divorce?, (Back to the day before Derricks wedding to Rebecca.)“Oh my God, Derrick,” i flung my hand to cover my mouth in amazement at a bracelet he got me.“These are so gorgeous., i love them. Thank you!” I exclaimed happily. Running my fingers into the water fountain from where we sat, we watched the decorators do their thing.“Thank you, for loving them.” He snickered. “But most importantly Rebecca, thank you for not making this feel like an arranged marriage.”“I feel like i have known you all my life,” he continued. “And i promise to make this work.”“And i,…” i was about to repeat my vow when we were interrupted. “If its not the charming bride and groom to be,” the event

I remember when i was a teenager, and i had just finished watching my first horror movie ever, My face lacked emotions, it remained frozen, pale, like it was sucked dry by the very terrifying monsters from the movie. Well, history just repeated itself. Except that, this time, it wasn't a movie, but the words from my husbands mouth. Derricks mouth. “Thats unlike you, Fiona?. …,” i repeated. “Fiona, thats what this had all been about?” “Wait, how long has this really been going on?” I bombarded myself with series of questions. “ i cant do this anymore,” i resigned. “ i cant hope for you anymore.” I shook my head saying. Flinging off the duvet without a care in the world, i impatiently jumped out of the bed. Derrick only ruffled the sheets once again before drifting off back to sleep. One look at him and i slammed the door shut so hard. Wishing i could just take a long drive far away from this mess. But it was past midnight already and had nowhere to go. I ha

I spun his arms over my shoulders as i struggled to pull him up. He had staggered through the door and landed with a heavy thud on the floor. “What happened to you?” I asked worriedly, tossing aside every last bit of anger i felt towards him. Assessing his body, i couldn't help but pinch my nose at the stench coming from him. Was he drunk? He seemed to have stumbled on blocks on his way too . The scratches and bruises etched on the back sides of his shoulders mixed with traces of sand. I shook my head pitifully. Tracing the ends of the bruises and patting away the sand stains off his body. “It hurts…” he yelped. “Derrick?” I drew my eyebrows together as i leaned in closer to hear him clearer. “Are you hurt?” I asked. His eyes were closed and only his lips trembled. He looked so helpless and i cursed under my breath. One last attempt, i drew in all the strength i had left and pulled him up finally. “She made me do it…” he slurred once again, trailing off. I

“Who was that?” Derricks voice resounded as i walked steadily past the doorway. My heart froze at the sound of his voice. Despite everything he put me through, i couldn't understand the butterflies that still flapped in my belly. Neither could i understand which emotion struggled to play first. Was it resentment?, anger? or a hot boil of both?The mere sight of him sitting cooly, pissed me off. With an ambience of purity, like he wasn't fast burying his dick into Fiona's pussy a couple hours ago.Why couldn't i hate this man for godsake. I needed to get even in some sort of way. “Rebecca, I'm talking to you.” He dusted off the cigarette smoke into the ash tray saying.I pursed my lips and swallowed. “He dropped me off.”“Who Rebecca! I said who!.” He flared. “Maybe if you had…” i paused, saying. “Waited at least, for me back at the hospital that question would not have existed.” He took off his glasses and smirked. “I see.” “I can see you borrowed some audacity. Well, i c