Amidst having breakfast and settling down during the morning hours with her family, Zee spent most of her time thinking about what to do to calm her jitters but no idea was forthcoming.
Inside her bedroom, she stared at a couple of canned beer on her table, wondering if she should just consume it to gain some confidence a few minutes before his arrival. Alcohol had a way of giving one confidence. Didn’t shy people use it to face crowds?
She went for one canned beer, her finger pausing on the opener. Then she changed her mind and put it back on the table. She was already in trouble. There was no need aggravating or escalating issues.
To take her mind off her anxiety, she joined her family in the living room to watch TV with Israel on her lap.
After what seemed like ages but only a couple of hours, Michael’s call came in. She passed Israel to her father’s waiting arms and excused herself in time to take the call on her way to her bedroom.
“Hello
Zee walked into the living room where her parents were still glued to the TV on a history channel. Israel was seated between them. When he saw her, he held on tightly to her father. “Why was Israel crying?” her father asked. “I think he was not in the mood for tickling.” Zee replied lightly. “Oh.” He said and her mother just smiled. “I’m off.” “Okay.” Her father said. “Have fun.” Said her mother. “Thanks, you both.” She responded before waving them off and exiting the house. It was amazing how she was always able to mask her true feelings when she was with her parents. She was so scared of facing
With hurried steps, Zee got back inside the house. Her family was still the way she had left them except that Israel saw her and was immediately following behind her. She was glad that he had forgotten the strange episode of her transformation so quickly. Children were so innocent. That was a good thing. She lifted him. “Forgot something?” her mother asked. “Yeah.” She said and left with Israel to her room where she tried to put him down but he would not budge. He kept clinging to her. “No.” he said adamantly. “Cayi me.” “I want to change. I’ll carry you, okay?” “No.” Zee groaned. Time was not waiting for her. Time waited for no one. Still, she tried to be patient with him. “Izzy, love. I will b
The ride after that was silent. Zee was no longer afraid that Michael had changed his mind about punishing her but she was afraid of him in general. He probably was worse than Lemuel and she would have to be careful around him. He ended up pulling the car into a Mall and nosing it before a designers shop before killing the engine. “There was a bit of delay with the shipment, hence I couldn’t bring it with me but I was told it’s here now.” he informed her. “Okay.” “You can let yourself out.” He said as he exited the car. She reached for the door handle and let herself out of the car. She stood by her side of the door, straightening her skirt. “Come over here.” He said, already walking over to her side. He took her hand in his and led her to the boutique which spotted a few customers inside. The attendant saw them and pulled a package from her drawer. Then she smiled at them. She was fat, still managed to look around twenty-five or less
Zee sat quietly beside Michael in the car. He was driving and she had no idea about where their current destination was. He kept running a finger beneath his jaw, which was set in a hard line. After leaving the boutique in the heat of the tense atmosphere, they had been on the road for three minutes and he had not said a word. She had not spoken either because of the fear consuming her. Still, she was using the silence to plan her explanation. There was no way she would explain herself without mentioning The Last Dare. It would sound ridiculous to him. Hell, it would have sounded ridiculous to her if she hadn't played the game herself. Michael could not understand why Zee had dared him by displaying another episode of disrespect right after he had warned her. The anger in him was barely controllable and he would have to vent it by teaching her a lesson. That would be good for him but too bad for her. As far
“Is that supposed to make any sense to me?” “Please, believe me. The last time I contacted you and asked you to marry me, it was the game that dared me. The game also dared me to break up your wedding ceremony. And it also made me say yes to your proposal and now…” “It made you disrespect the nice attendant.” he finished for her. “Sure. I can’t believe I’m listening to this nonsense. Get the hell out of the car and shut your mouth.” He stepped out of the car and the guard by her side of the door, opened it for her. Zee managed to hide her crying and reluctantly stepped out of the car. She felt like she was about to step into a lion’s den. Michael was that bad, as far as she was concerned. From then on, all she could feel was her heart slamming against her chest as Michael took her hand in his. He led her to the wi
Unwelcome thoughts of being engaged to Michael resurfaced with more power. The solace that Michael was currently giving Zee began to lose its comforting purpose. Instead, his body surrounding her was giving her fear. She started struggling to be free from his embrace that had earlier given her some sense of comfort. Michael felt her struggling and increased his firm hold on her so that she would not be able to break free from his arms. Somehow, he knew that the reality of their impending engagement was finally dawning on her and with how strictly he was handling her, it was only natural that she would be afraid. “Shh.” He hushed her soothingly but continued to maintain a firm hold on her as she kept struggling. “I will never make you cry without reason. Just be a good girl and we’ll be fine.” Despite the hint of threat in his assurance, a sense of c
The woman moved the food to a corner of the room, which was fitted with a dining table and chairs. She placed the food on the table and Zee noticed four different bottles of soft drinks and water. “Is there any vodka?” she asked because she felt like lifting her spirits with some alcohol. “Yes, but this was based on the order we received.” Zee rolled her eyes. “Don’t you think I already know that?” The woman sighed. “What do you want, Ma’am?” “I need a bottle of vodka. No, not one, but two bottles of…” Zee paused as she heard the door open and one glance revealed Michael stepping inside. His presence sent her heartbeat racing. “You know what? Never mind.” She told the woman quickly. What had she been thinking? Michael would not let her have it, especially after her drunken episode. Gosh, it would be so hard to adjust to the new life she had no choice but to live in. “Okay.” The woman replied and left. Zee stood before the food.
The guard came for her at six the following day. She was prepared and already dressed with a pair of black sandals and a purse. Her hair was arranged in a center parting and held neatly behind her. Her face was almost without makeup except for her signature smokey-eyed look that drew attention to the cobalt color of her eyes. Her mother had helped her to dress up, hugged her, and wished her well, before escorting her to the living room. Her father had Israel in his arms and they all waved her off at the front porch. She felt like her life with them was fast coming to an end. A wave of nostalgia hit her and she began to feel lightheaded, as though she was going to faint from a sick feeling. Zee forced herself to be strong. Inara had gone through all this, she told herself. She had to believe that she would survive too. She held onto that thought as she got into the car through the passenger side door that the guard held open for her. Although she was h