Chapter 14: I was in hell

Giselle.

I opened my eyes to see that I was in my comfy bed at home, and my surroundings ever felt so homie.

I sat up, got out of the bed, making my way down to the kitchen, where I heard the clanking sound of pots and pans. As I walked down the hail, my mom’s singing reached my ears with the most soothing effect ever.

As I reached the kitchen, mom was making dinner. The tempting smell of her hot chicken soup and toasted garlic butter bread filled the whole room. The TV was on, playing an old-school TV drama series which my mom loved wholeheartedly. She was singing its theme song.

I stood in the hallway and was definitely in awe.

Mom looked younger than when I last saw her. But then, I looked around and realized our apartment décor was so old. Even that TV drama series my mom loved to watch had stopped airing like twenty years ago.

Mom was happily singing and swaying when she spotted me standing still in the dark hallway. She tilted her head to look at me right in the eyes. 

Needless to say, I was startled and started to stammer, "M...m...mom..."

I was shocked, to say the least. Mom looked younger there. What was wrong?

“Oh, Gigi, baby you’re up?”, mom said, her tone sounding happy. There was no trace of sadness in her tone of voice.

“Mom, I’m hungry.”

Behind me, a little girl dressed in her cute strawberry pattern sleepwear ran to mom. I was locked in place when the little girl ran past me.

How long did she stand there?

Had she been there all along?

Why didn’t she say anything?

Did she see me? Did mom see me?

Hundreds of thousands of questions flooded my mind all at once.

I could not see the little girl’s face, but I was so damn sure she was me!

She was me in the past!

Mom saw the little me run to her. She knelt to her eyes level, opened her arms, waiting for the little me to come. But unexpectedly, there was a heavy knocking sound reasoned from the door.

Mom looked confused. She signaled the little me to stop running while approaching the door.

There was a strange thought that came to my mind at that time. I quickly looked around the room to find the calendar. 

"Nov., 21st, 19xx.", it read.

No...no...

As I had been through all of this once, I knew for sure what would happen next.

I shook my head, vigorously. My lips were quivering as I found it hard to pull the words from deep down my throat up.

“MOM!”

After a hundredth time of trying, I finally found my voice and screamed at the top of my lungs.

Mom was clearly startled by my sudden screaming. She and the little me also turned to see me at once.

“Don’t!”

I screamed before jolting awake to my reality.

In my reality, I was in hell!

All I could see was the dark surroundings. The whole room was coated with darkness. The Moon had gone up too high that it no longer shone inside the room. At that moment, I felt like I was thrown into a hell-on-earth, where every corner of it had some demons standing there, silently watching the scene unfolding in the middle of the room.

They were there, showing their scary fangs and demolish eyes. I could hear their breathing right beside my ears. It felt like they were there. They were there right beside me. They were patiently waiting to take me with them, to stab me with their spears. They were planning on keeping me there forever.

Luna had left me alone with this hell drowning me in.

My articles of clothes were scattered on the floor, reflecting on my blurry vision. My wedding dress was torn into pieces, and so did Marcus’s clothes.

I wanted to get a hold of the situation. Yet, I didn’t have a single neuron to spare to think of it anymore.

All I could feel and think of right then was the pain I had to endure for the past…I didn’t know how long.

My lung cried for air as my heart beat so fast that it reached the point of almost a heart attack. My eyes were clouded with tears. Tears streaming down from my eyes to the sides of my cheekbones and onto the wet pillow beneath me. Both of my arms were held captivated by none other than Marcus Bailey.

He held two of my hands in his left hand. His right hand pressed my head down to the pillow beneath. 

I could not move an inch.

But even if I could, I was no longer had the strength to do it.

He went crazy all over my body.

Every cell every neuron of mine filled with pain. The pain was unbearable. It felt like I had been run over by a train. That train tore my body into two.

My lower body was numb at this point. I couldn’t feel anything then.

The whole room was filled with Marcus’s grunts, and occasionally, my groaning in agony.

There was no hint of pleasure. I didn’t feel any comfort.

I felt pain.

I felt so ashame.

I felt so humiliated.

Everything but pleasure.

And the heavy breathing of Marcus along with his heavy cedarwood scent did not help the situation at all.

I had read it somewhere before that when you made love with your mate, you were supposed to feel ecstasy, pleasure, and everything else. But right then and there, all I could feel was myself crying for help in silence.

No one was around to help me.

Even if they were there, they wouldn’t help me.

I was so sure about that.

Marcus’s erotic thrusts had become harder and harder, quicker and quicker. Each thurst of his had my inner wall craved to his swelling knot. And with the final hard thurst, Marcus released himself inside of me. His knot swelling, locking him tight inside of me.

Marcus lied to my left side, pulling me with him. At this point, he was spooning me.

It was only because he had knotted me so that he had no choice than stayed here. If he hadn’t he would have left right when he finished.

How humiliated I felt right then!

I started to my right to see a full-length mirror right beside the bed. In the mirror, I could see my shattered silhouette.

I could never look so broken like that before.

I saw myself lying on my side, nothing covered on me. Bruises could be seen forming already. My bare skin was like a blank canvas for bruises to paint all over them.

I looked at myself in the mirror, feeling nothing but bitter.

My wedding night had turned into a nightmare. A nightmare that I wanted nothing but to escape from it.

But I couldn’t.

My eyes spotted my phone that was lying on the couch. Edsel’s message flashed back in my mind.

“Your mom would live with us.”, it said.

And I understood what he meant. It was…

…Don’t ruin this.