"Why would you change within seconds, last week you didn't want me to do any work, and today I have to check this whole pile," I whined while my husband sat there with a blank face nodding at me but still looking at his computer.
Yesterday, I once again acted weird. I didn't know how but sometimes while lying on my bed or when I would be in the bathroom or at any other place where I would be alone I would see my mother's face.
She would be too pale, her clothes red and blood dripping down on the floor where she would stand.
Not understanding what I should do or why this was happening I started acting crazy that what others would say. Shouting at nothing or talking to walls. Which made Andrew take me to the hospital.
And the doc said that I have taken my mother's death as a big surprise and my mind wasn't letting me forget it because I didn't want to let go of that memory. Maybe it was true because I believed I could have done something to save h
"No my dear sis, it won't be solved like this." I crossed the answer that she wrote on the sheet before explaining to my sister what was the right way to reply to this. "But didn't you tell me to do this just like I did?" She questioned with a pout looking at the paper with confusion. "Nope, that was a different type of question." She sighed while understanding what I was explaining to her. Just like I had said I was helping Alison in preparation for her exams. I sent a driver to pick her up and here both of us were having study time. Andrew had some important work, so he would be coming home a little late but I didn't know why my guts were giving me a bad feeling. Like something not so good was about to happen. Why? I didn't know but the messages from unknown numbers and Adrian, weren't something to make me relax, the tension was building up within me. What was going to happen? "Hey!" Blinking twice I stared at my sister, giving her a
Running into the room I locked the door before throwing myself on the bed. "Open the door! Alyssa, I promise it isn't what it looks like!" Andrew knocked on the door but all he got was silence from my side. I couldn't bring myself to answer him. I could have believed that he might be saying the truth but the hickey and those pictures had made me not only angry but broken too. I was hurt deeply and I needed some time alone. I had believed my husband more than anyone and it sometimes surprised me too as to how I could rely on someone this much. I trusted and believed him. But I needed time, for my mind to stop thinking negatively and for my heart to accept that he was speaking the truth. I hated to say it out loud but my mind was saying to believe some stranger rather than my spouse. Which I did for a second, but I knew the picture could be a lie, or what the male was saying could be a lie because the mark on his neck could not appear from anywhere. It
"You can see this." The male moved his hand that was holding his phone towards me. "What is it?" I questioned looking at my husband who was still in his thoughts. After opening the lock screen I played the video that was already open. It was the CCTV footage of the restaurant Andrew met Rose. It showed both of them. I stared at it with my full attention and my spouse was right, he did push the girl, and she did force herself on him. I could already feel bad because for some minutes I did think that the messages were true. "I-" I gazed at the male who was pacing forth and back with a troubled face. "What happened?" I inquired on which he looked towards me with a sigh. "I fucked up, didn't I?" I frowned not understanding what he meant by this. "What do you mean?" "I-I shouldn't have accepted my feelings like this. Oh, God! I'm a fool. I thought to tell you this in a better way and on some nice occasion. Why would I say th
It was awkward, yeah, hella embarrassing, and so I kept asking my husband to keep me down. "Come on, I'm going with you now. Just keep me down." I whined trying to break free from his grip. "But you weren't listening before, and so I will take you like this to my car." He said while slapping one of my buttocks. Shocked I jumped up a little, while the male smirked. "Hey! Why would you do that?" I pouted like a child as we entered the elevator. It was giant, a maximum of 20 people could fit in here and to think only Andrew used it just made me wonder why only him? Oh! yeah, he was boss. "There are so many people down in the cafeteria of our company, some will be working too. It would be so awkward to take me like this, just keep me down." I moved up and down trying to get out of this position. Even when the male tried to stop me I wouldn't listen to him until he clutched my butts. "Don't move this much, babe." His voice w
"Are you alright?" He patted my head as I cried. I knew I was creating a scene and everyone's curious eyes were glancing at us but right now I just needed to cry my emotion out. "D-Don't leave me, I-I d-didn't do a-anything." The words were just coming out of my mouth but all that I could understand right now was that I had my husband and I was making a big scene. "I know, baby. Calm down, I'm here, right beside you." Forcefully, I stopped my tears and moved a little away. With my shaking hands, I wiped my face before he sat in front of me. "What happened when I was not here? Why are you like this?" He questioned while frowning. "N-Nothing. Just a...dream." I muttered, he took one of my hands in his while staring at me. "I'm sorry for all this. People-" He shook his head before saying. "I don't care about them. All I want to know is if you are okay or not?" I took in a deep breath for controlling my emotions. "I'm good." Forcin
The male stared at me and then at the bed where an arm coated with blood was laying. The letter in my hand was motionless just like me, people might have mistaken me as a statue if it wasn't for the blinking of my eyes, proof of me being real and alive. "What is all this?" He questioned while checking me up and down to make sure if I was okay. "Uh....I-I don't know." I forced the words out that were stuck inside. I was afraid and because of a good reason, that was Andrew and his anger. He was already so done with his brother and now knowing that behind all this was Adrian too I could imagine what he would do. Especially the words that were written on the paper might make him beat the other guy. Not wanting my husband to fight with that cheap guy I tried to hide the letter in my hand. But, it was very late for that. "Show me that, Alyssa." He was angry, I could tell just by how deep his voice was and the tip of his ears that were becoming
I walked upstairs behind the male because I have to clear his misconception about me. It was hard to think of what to tell Andrew because I didn't even know why he was acting like this. He should talk to me or something but no, my husband wouldn't do it. I didn't even know why both men started fighting. What was the real reason behind it? Just the two letters or something else? Why was my spouse acting like this all of a sudden? Right now all I knew was that I have to remove the seed of misunderstanding that Adrian had sowed before it could grow roots in my husband's heart and mind. Funny how some months ago I wouldn't even care about his opinion but now it mattered to me more than anything. "Andrew open the door..." I said when I tried to turn the knob but it was locked. He has never in the past months locked his door because he said that I could come in whenever I wanted to. Now it seemed odd that I have to ask him to open it but still, he was refus
People always say love is a beautiful thing that everyone experiences once in a lifetime. But what if someone hasn't? Or for them, love is the horrible thing that ever occurred to them. Many people don't even believe in love because sometimes it costs a lot. It's not just about being attracted to someone or being caring and sweet with him or her. It's about being vulnerable, keeping your heart out knowing very well that it can break. Love isn't some game that everyone can play, because many lose in this beautiful yet terrifying game. It's a horrible thing for some of us because people risk many things for it. I have seen people being blind in love and things that were right in front of them couldn't be seen by them. So it was better to not fall in love, I was better of without it. For some, it might seem like a fascinating thing, and they crave it but I had long stopped believing in it. Because not everyone's life was a movie, we all got different