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 best, anyone could tell how precious I was to him. I grew up with two bodyguards Stella and Luther. Stella followed me everywhere, especially in private places like the restrooms. At home I had close to 10 help, all just for me, indeed I was treated like a rare gem by my father.
But I hated how helpless my father thought of me. Yes, I am his only child, Yes I am blind, but that doesn't mean I can't take care of myself. I have pretty good hearing and an amazing sense of smell, I can sense when someone is with me, I've been taught the best survival instincts that can help me manage on my own, thanks to all the teachers my father provided for me.
But for some reason, he still treated me like I was too fragile. I didn't have friends growing up "shocker" the only girls that came to play with me were either forced to by their parents so they could be on my father's good side or those who saw me as a connection. I still didn't care, I enjoyed having people around me whether they were forced to or not.
I was 21years old when I first met Jesse. I remember it like it was yesterday
I was at the painting studio at home when someone leaned close, his scent was the first thing I noticed then his warmth.''This is a very beautiful painting, I love how the colors blend, so beautifully done, are you one of the exclusive painters for Mr. Chad?'' I become speechless, this is the first time someone complimented me without knowing my condition ''May I know your name?, my cousin has been looking into these-'' I turn to him, and I noticed he didn't speak, I know his still right in front of me, I can feel his breath on my face, he's very close.
"Wow," he gasped, "I haven't seen anyone with those kinds of-are they contacts?'' I was about to answer his question when I hear the door open, my father walks In. I can tell by the sound of his footsteps alone, and my father has this habit of snapping his fingers when he walks In a room I was in, he developed this habit when I was little, so I would be able to know when he was around.
"Ah Jesse'' my father said with an exciting tone in his voice ''I see you are here, I was wondering who was making that noise in Violet's studio'' he chuckles.
''Sir I have to admit, you have such an amazing artist''.
I hear my father chuckle ''Violet takes after her mother'' My father snaps his fingers and a bunch of men rush towards me trying to assist me off my chair, handing me my staff, even though I clearly don't need the assistance. that's when Jesse realizes
''Your daughter?, Shes-''
''Blind'' I responded
''I'm sorry, I didn't realize, you must be offended that I mistook you for an employee, my apologies'' His voice sounded so comforting, I don't know why but the idea he took me as a normal person for those few minutes made my heart flutter. I didn't pay too much attention, He was obviously here to talk business with my father, so I left my studio.
My father owns a lot of businesses and shares in a lot of places. Art is my thing, and my father has been able to open an art gallery just for me, he calls my gift a rare talent the world has to see.
I got into painting when I was five years old, I just played around with paint, even tho I could never see what it looked like, for some reason I would smile at my work looking satisfied, and that's when my father noticed it, he got me special paint, each color had their particular smell, red smelled like cherries, Yellow smelled like lemons, blue smelled like berries, I always paint according to how I feel and it shows.
There's this artwork I admire, I love it so much because I could feel it, I heard the artist who made it was blind as well, it wasn't a painting, it was made of something that felt like tiny beads, and tracing it I can tell its a portrait of a woman. Maybe, someone he loved, this artwork has a special place in my studio. People often visit my gallery, I love it when they ask what inspired me, that way I can show them my feelings and how it became that beautiful painting they love. Do I feel bad because I don't get to see my paintings? the fact I can create something out of my world and people seem to love it, is more than enough.
I was sited outside, where I often feed pigeons. I come every afternoon with a bag full of bread crumbs.
I throw some on the ground, the noises the birds make when gathering always put a smile on my face.
"Birds might know you by now". Luther said taking a sit next to me. Luther has been with me since I was 11 years old, he didn't go to college, I believe when he first came he was 18, his athletic and martial skills surprised my father that he didn't think twice when he assigned him as my guard.
"Are they more today?". I asked curiously wearing a smile on my face.
"Yes, they are actually, seems like they invited some friends". He scoffs
I giggle "That makes me so happy".
"Tell me, my young lady, why do you enjoy things like this?".
I shrug "I don't know, for some reason it makes me happy".
"Ah, I see... I get to learn a lot of things thanks to you, makes me love my job more".
I laugh "We both know you love it because of the pay".
He gasp "Ah she got me, what can I say?, I'm only human".
Suddenly I hear someone approach us "Who's that?". I muttered
Luther gets up "State your business sir".
I suddenly scent something familiar, I come to the realization of who the person was "Luther it's okay". I get up from the bench "You are Mr. Jesse right? we met at my studio in the house".
"Yes, indeed we did, how could you tell?".
I smile at him "I have my way, please have a sit".
Luther leans in and whispers in my ears " I'll leave you guys to talk, I'll be watching you from afar". He walks away.
"Is that your bodyguard?". Jesse ask
I seat "Yes he is, his name is Luther, has been with me for years now".
he asks curiously "I see, how old is he?, if I may ask?".
"I believe he's 28years old".
He gasps "Wow, doesn't look it, is he married?".
"No, he isn't, he's spent his life dedicated to me, I believe that must be part of the reason why he hasn't settled down yet".
"I see, he's such a handsome lad that it bothers me".
I become confused "Really? people tell me that a lot, why does it bother you though?". He doesn't speak "Uhm, hello?".
"He makes me feel like I got some competition, you know".
I sigh "Forgive me but, I do not understand".
He chuckles "What i'm trying to say is, I would love to get to know you".
I blush a little "Really?".
"Want to grab a cup of coffee with me sometime?, but I have to warn you, I am not nearly as handsome as your bodyguard, I might even say I look like a troll". He laughs
I couldn't hold my laugh in for long, I could feel tears roll down my cheeks, I take in deep breathes so I could calm myself down "Well, in that case, you are in luck, because I won't be able to tell, I would love to get coffee with you sometime".
That's how Jesse and I started getting close, the more I hung out with him the more my feelings for him grew, he was an amazing person, and I loved how he saw me.
I remember when my father invited him for dinner, I was so excited, that even he could tell.
"Will you like the blue dress your father got you recently miss?". One of the maids asked.
"Yes, I will, hmm, but give me your honest opinion, does it look good on me?".
"Of course it does, everything looks good on you". She helps me put it on, and then she gets my makeup and hair done. She gasps "Wow, you look lovely miss violet".
"Do I really?" I asked excitedly.
"Yes, you look like a princess". Suddenly my door opens, and I hear a finger snap, my father.
"Father". I stand up excitedly
"Wow, you look great violet, don't tell me you put in this much effort because you are trying to impress Jesse". I don't say anything and smile sheepishly "Ah, seems like my daughter has found a liking in this young master aye"
I laugh "Don't talk so old school father"
My father takes my hand "Why don't we go stun our guest with your beauty". We both laugh
Dinner was great, and when my maids told me that Jesse couldn't get his eyes off me the whole night, it made me even happier.
"Are you sure you love him?". My father asked me. I remember this day clearly, this was when I took it upon myself to confess to my father and hopefully get his blessing,
"Yes, more than anything father". I said without hesitating
"You're really sure about that?". His voice sounded very serious and strict at the same thing
"Yes!".
My father lets out a sigh "Violet, you know how much I love you, and how much I want to protect you. Listen, you are more capable than people think you are, your disability should be what makes you stand out, should be your strength, don't let anyone tell you your place". I didn't know why my father was telling me any of these, all I know is, that I did keep his word to heart. While I was going on and on about Jesse, I didn't know father was already taking steps ahead of me.
"Do you love my daughter Jesse?". My father asked
Jesse nervously laughs "uhmm, well sir i-".
"My daughter seems to have fallen in love with you, hope she didn't mistake your kindness for something else. Listen boy, I don't trust anyone with my daughter, and I am very sure you know that". My father snaps his fingers and a guard hands him a paper "Let's make a deal, you will marry my daughter, and I will make you director" Jesse's eyes widen "but if you let anything happen to her, if you dare make her cry, even one tear, you are done for, do you understand?".
He nods "Yes sir, I promise you, I will never hurt your daughter, you can trust me" he gets on his knees and bows.
And like that, Jesse and I got married.
The day finally came, the best day of my life, the day I became Jesse's wife. I remember walking towards the altar with my father, he couldn't stop crying, he told me I looked as beautiful as my mother when she was walking down the aisle. We exchanged our vows, and just like that, I was married, I was 23years old when I got married to Jesse. Jesse didn't feel the need for me to have Luther around as soon as we were married. He said he didn't feel comfortable and I had to let him go, but I could still keep Stella. Stella is in her middle 40s, she might not look it but she's incredibly good at martial arts. My father gave us one of his mansions to live in and had some maids come to live with me. When I heard Jesse had become director, I was so happy for him, we even celebrated it, I called my father to thank him. Jesse and I made love often and menh was he good at it. maybe it's because he was my first, that's why I thought so. Jesse was everything I was looking for in a man, he w
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
It began, I started hearing little moans, I roll on the bed and stretch my hand towards Jesse, but didn't feel him there. I immediately sat up, I start to panic, for some reason it felt like I was being choked. I shouldn't think that far, it could be the maids, or maybe someone is watching porn. I couldn't sleep, I just sat on the bed. I could hear little footsteps like someone's tiptoes, I lay on the bed pretending to be asleep, and Jesse carefully gets on the bed. Suddenly that harsh smell chokes me, and I start coughing. "Honey? are you alright?". Jesse asked concerned, he starts patting my back. I try to catch my breath" I'm fine". He grabs the bottle of water on his lamp desk, he gives it to me, I drink up and hand him the empty bottle. "Are you sure you're okay?". " Yes". "You really scared me there". I turn my face in his direction. " Where were you?". he nervously laughs "What do you mean?". "You weren't in bed, where were you?". He doesn't say anything " Tell me, w
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
My father was angry with me, he didn't speak to me for days, I tried calling but he didn't respond. I don't regret my actions, he needed to understand that I am now Jesse's wife, and it's only natural for me to stand by him. At least that's what I thought. I didn't feel like myself for days, I kept convincing myself that I did the right thing, but for some reason, the scene kept playing in my head, the smell, like it was hunting me. I've been in my bedroom for three days now, I haven't been able to leave, I guess I'm still shaken up. "Miss, this came for you," Stella said handing me a box. "What's this?". I asked curiously "I guess some item, it was sent by mail, it's for you miss". I open it, I bring out the item, it felt hard and small, I couldn't quite tell what it was "What is it?". I could hear Stella scoff a little "It's an ID cane miss". "Huh? from who?". " it doesn't quite say".Why would anyone send me this? "Uhmm, give it to me then, I'll keep it" I hand it to her
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
I felt super sick the next morning, I was throwing up like crazy. Jesse opens the door and rushes towards me, He touches my forehead "You have a fever?". I don't say anything "must be because of all the crying, I'll call a doctor, go back to bed and rest, I'll have the maid get your breakfast". He rushes out and bangs the door. Sometimes I wish I could see my reflection, to see how I look, to see what I look like, to know exactly what's wrong with me. A doctor checks on me, and he lets out a sigh "Well, what's wrong with her?" Jesse asked curiously "She's pregnant, congratulations". Hearing the doctor say those words, my hands immediately touch my tummy, there's a baby growing inside of me. "Pregnant?!" Jesse exclaims with a confused tone in his voice "Yes, it seems like she's been stressed out lately, please try to take very good care of her, I'll be leaving now, again, congratulations to you both". The doctor exit the room leaving just me and Jesse. He scoffs "You're pregn
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