The look in your eyes

William Shakespeare once said, “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”. Falling in love was one mistake I made, I fell in love with a monster, the devil himself. Face to face with death, yet the only voice I hear in my head is his. I guess to understand my story, We have to start from the beginning. My mother and father longed for a child, despite the dangers my mother never gave up. She was ready to sacrifice everything, and so she did. On the day of my birth she told the doctors to save me instead of her, the toughest decision my father had to endure. I was born blind with bright violet eyes. My blindness wasn't caused by anything or what anyone knows of, it wasn't a problem they could solve either. Trust me my father has tried everything, even for a billionaire to give up meant it was impossible. The color of my eyes eventually led to my name, my father took very good care of me, he made sure I had the best and owned the be

Criss Jami once said, "If love is blind, then maybe a blind person that loves has a greater understanding of it." Well in my case, I don't have any understanding of it, well I thought I did. I was sited at the poolside, lying on a beach chair under an umbrella. "Stella, what does the new girl look like?". Stella chuckles "what?" I asked curiously "Nothing, I just remembered when you asked me to describe what your husband looked like, even after telling him it didn't matter" I giggle"oh you remember that, it wasn't for me you know, the fate of my children's looks depended on it" we both laughed ''Caramel skin, deep brown eyes, silky black hair, sideburns, and a cute button nose, 6ft1, that's how you described him. oh and deep dimples when he smiles, I clearly remember, I even had a maid describe him again in case you were lying, I don't know if that was considered as handsome so I definitely needed a second opinion" we both laugh Stella whispers in my ear "She doesn't look like so

This smell, am-am I in a hospital?. I try sitting up but I instantly feel a sharp pain. "Hey, don't do that, you'll hurt yourself". I hear Jesse's voice. I start crying "Jesse, is that you? I was so scared.... I thought I was going to die". He gives me a hug "I'm so sorry honey, I'm sorry you had to experience that". I sob "it hurts so much, she-she tried to kill me, that girl- Benita, she tried to kill me!". " Hush..., relax, no one did baby, you slipped and you fell". Those words echoed in my ears, You slipped and you fell. Someone walks in, I hear a finger snap, it was my father. "Father!" I cried out He wore a worried tone in his voice"Oh, look at you, what happened?, I got a call from Stella, she told me you have been rushed to the hospital, I didn't know it was this bad, What the hell happened!!".No one was saying anything, I didn't say anything." isn't anyone going to say something? in a house full of maids and my daughter falls down the stairs, what could've caused this

I moan softly as Jesse slowly releases and falls back on the bed, we were both panting "That was epic," he said with a bit of excitement. I dont say anything "What is it?" he asked concerned "What do you mean?" I replied rather bluntly. "You've been acting so weird lately, are you okay?". " Yes, just had a long day, that's all". "If you say so then, I'll hit the shower". He gets off the bed I let out a sigh. There are two ways to be fooled. One is to believe what isn't true; the other is to refuse to believe what is true. By Soren Kierkegaard I have been trying to convince myself to forget everything, to look at the bright side of things, but I don't think I can, it's killing me. Seems like my husband's mistress is hiding, she does as if she isn't in the house, the only time you hear her is when my husband is fucking her. I decided to visit the pool in the house, water always helps me relax. Stella assist me in getting in the pool, I start swimming, I felt like my troubles w

Three months passed, and it felt like I was stuck on some time wheel, I went through the same thing over and over again, Jesse spent more time with his lover, and I spent my time reading and listening to audios on raising a child. I miss that early stage in our marriage when I would wait up for him to come home so we will have dinner together, I miss being excited when I hear the sound of his car, I miss us making love together and holding each other's hands when we fall asleep, even though they might not have meant much to him, it did to me. Jesse's family is coming over for dinner tonight, Because they want to see me, I am carrying their grandchild after all. I told my father the news about a month ago, and he already sent enough baby things for me to start a sales job. I made sure the maids set the tables and made dinner to their taste, they are very picky. 8 pm sharp and I hear the doorbell, Jesse quickly stands next to me and wraps his hands around me, it made me feel uncomfor