3. WIFEY

Tiles so sparkly they looked like glass. Eerie silence greeted my ears, two guards at my side but they didn’t step further in because a lady in a uniform stood with a bowed head. 

The security was tight, so many guards canvasing the grounds. 

I wondered if the house would be my new home. Somehow, I was disappointed it was so near to my dad’s house. 

“Ma’am.” The woman greeted, she looking to be around her late thirties or early forties. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail so tight it gave her a painful facelift. 

Her hands were clasped together, posture strong but slightly bent in a respectful manner. 

“Hello.” My voice came out so firm I was grateful. 

“Would you like me to show you to your room?” She asked. 

“I would appreciate it.” I said with her quickly turning and led me to an elevator. It was my first time seeing an elevator in a house. Actually, it was my first time being in a house that did not belong to my father. 

Reflective glass was all that surrounded us until we stepped and got off. 

Nothing much was on the floor besides a few couches and flowers which were cute then a mirror apart from the doors. 

“Here Ma’am, would you like anything to drink and eat?” 

“Please get me alcohol; the largest bottle of wine and food.” 

“Yes Ma’am.” She replied with me bowing my head and thanking her. 

The veil still hid me away. 

I turned as the door closed, looking around to realize I was in the master suite. 

The room smelt of him. 

It lacked personal touches, just the basics. 

There was a living room attached where a set of couches, a coffee table and a fireplace stood. 

The bedroom itself had a king-sized bed covered in hazel sheets as the master piece then side tables, a few tub chairs with that being it. 

I walked around to a nearby door which led to a full closet and all I saw were suits, shirts, shoes, belts, sweaters and more. 

I could not bear the veil anymore so I ripped it out, threw it on the floor wishing I could burn it. The best I could do was stuff it in the trash. The dress wasn’t so lucky. I jumped and kicked before I threw off my shoes, on with the jumping, trying to get the zipper off. 

A scream escaped me, fighting to get the dress off and when I finally did I could finally breathe. It had been so heavy on me. My hands shook, patting on my skin to feel my body. 

I walked to the mirror, staring at my shape. 

I would not lie, I wished I was thinner. I wished I was as curvy as Emily. I wished my face was skinnier but I was me and I couldn’t change it. I tried and failed so many times to the point where I began loving myself. But what would my husband say? Would he even want to touch me?

I had seen his figure, he was a well-built man. I did not have to see his face to know that he was handsome and I was me. 

I held my tummy, grabbing my tummy rolls. 

“It’s okay. You are beautiful.” I whispered but that night it was hard to believe. 

I walked out to find the bathroom and it was humongous. 

Suddenly I realized the edge to pee so I did that then pulled off the fake eye lashes. I had nothing of mine with me. Everything I owned would stay with my old life for security purposes. I searched until I found a brand new toothbrush then tooth paste. My underwear was slipped off, walking in the large triple head shower. I took the shampoo, wanting to rid of all the chemicals they had put in my hair then I scrubbed my face with the face wash to rid of the makeup. Imagine my surprise to see a body scrub there and so many body products. 

The shock turned to a smile as I jumped on them all, exfoliating my body as I imagined him doing the same. The stress eased away a little with my shoulders rolled back. 

I hung my underwear and stopped in my tracks. It looked so big. My heart thudded, folding it a few times to make it look smaller. Relieved, I canvased the cabinets, oiling my skin before I walked out half forgetting that he could walk in at anytime but the room was clear except for the breakfast table filled with food and a bucket of bottles. My smile turned to a grin walking to the closet to see what I could steal. 

I pull up his briefs, grinning as they slid up, a tight fit but they would do. 

The thought that he could be a serial killer was long gone. 

Most of his t-shirts were too serious and a bit form fitting for me so I went for a shirt, buttoning it up until my breasts were hidden away. 

I was good to go, strolling with a towel wrapped around my hair. I sat down, deciding to eat a bit first before I popped the bottles. 

My eyes ate the room up until they stopped on the television. 

We had been restricted back at school but I was free from that point. 

I picked my plates up with the bucket of the wine and the glasses to set them on the carpet just before the television. The remote was in hand in no time before I lowered myself down. The wine was poured, the glass full to the brink and it was not a small glass. 

I flipped over the channels, eating and drinking all at once. 

Finally, I saw a movie title enticing so I settled on it.

I took a huge gulp of the wine and ate with no care. I was in my own world of freedom. 

I realized quickly that the glass was empty but I could already feel the buzz and it hadn’t been even ten minutes. 

With a giggle I poured more and filled the glass again. 

The plate was wiped clean. 

A knock echoed and the lady came in to clear the dishes leaving my alcohol. 

I wouldn’t dare tell them that it was my first time drinking so I just smiled and acted normal. 

When the door closed I fought the laugh, making me realize I was probably drunk already. 

The second drink drowned out with the room dark, the only source of light being the television. 

The bottle of wine stood empty with me crawling to get the other but my limbs seemed not to work leaving me splattered face flat on the carpet. Somehow it left me in a fit of laughs until I hiccuped. 

Finally, after what seemed to be hours I pushed myself up and continued to the bucket to retrieve the other bottle. I poured unsteadily into the glass, closing it somehow and putting it back before sitting and sipping. 

I knew I was beyond wasted as my body staggered back and forth, barely holding the glass yet I kept sipping. I had never been that excited and happy. 

The movie had turned to a bore so I put on music. It took forever for me to get up but when I finally did I laughed and began dancing. My body was not in step, it took long to move any of my limbs yet I tried. The laughter that roared out probably kept the whole house awake. I did have the sense to stay away from the glass on the floor. I danced the night away until the room spun so hard I lost balance. 

I could feel my body floating but darkness consumed me before I hit and everything went black.