Nine

ELLEN

The sound of light footsteps wafted into my ears, and my eyes fluttered open. Zach was seated beside me, with a broad smile on his face.

It seemed weird to me, Zach wasn't one to smile often. He described himself as a man with enough shades of masculinity, and thus he was always quick to lash out at any male who was too quick to smile, or too quick to laugh, dismissing them as less of a man.

However, here he was grinning weirdly, with a green spinach on the sides of his chompers. I returned the smile, and sat up on the bed.

"Hey Baby," he whispered, placing a kiss on my forehead.

He had cologne on, and I could feel my senses being heightened. I wanted to linger under his arms, but a part of me knew better.

This was the same man, who had tortured and molested me severally until I was short of breath. I wasn't sure if I could use those words though, I was married to him, so molested wasn't so much of a right choice of word.

Blah!

I laid my bac