BEHIND OUR LOVE...

BEHIND OUR LOVE... CHAPTER 03
BY MIEMIEBEE


        I walked straight to the toilet did what is suppose to be done and came out after spending like 30mins in it. I sat on the chair close to my dressing mirror, pulled out a vaseline blue seal as I gently rubbed it over my burnt arm. I added a little portion of white powder because James has warned me never to apply makeup in his house, and that stayed like that I don't wear makeup.

        I reached unto my closet and brought out a loose floor gown, wearing it I left my room to the kitchen. On reaching to the sitting room, I noticed James door room closed meaning he had already left for work without having breakfast. I mumbled "thank goodness" I walked straight to the kitchen, prepared some breakfast and came back to the sitting room, eating my breakfast cold heartedly. I took a glance at the TV starring at me. Like seriously? I have a huge plasma 52 HD but I can't watch movies. James always make sure he hid the remote controls before leaving for work everyday. I've searched every single inch of the house but I couldn't find it.

        My life's a total crap. James don't even allow me with a cell phone,I'm like a prisoner in here. It is six month now since when I married James. Six month of regret, torture, misfortune and misery. I bet even my mum won't be able to recognise me now. Like I know am dark skinned but not as dark as how I am now, am a little bit blumpy whereas am slim now all due to the hell am going through in James' house.

       I took the last spoon of my breakfast, walking back to the kitchen, I did some dish washing. Before starting my chores as always cleaning my house, everywhere was clean and sparkling only for James' room that am about taking care of now. I opened the door lightly just as if James is in there. I gave the room a look. Its all messy with carelessly flung shirts, jeans and boxer shorts over the chair and some dumped on the floor with random papers over the floor too.

        I winced without hesitation, I started cleaning the room, made sure everything was in place, prepared the bed and finally swept and moped the room, there "its now sparkling" I said smiling. I washed his bathroom for him before closing the door. I stared at the wall clock to find out it was almost pass 12:00noon, James will be back in the next two hours and I don't even know what to cook! I winced into my kitchen without a second thought and started preparing lunch.

       I was done exactly by 1:30PM on the dot. I prepared the dining table and made sure everything was in place. I went back to my room shower and changed into a black, fringed, spaghetti strap dress that ends mid thigh with shorts. I know James would be furious when he sees me like this because he has warned me time without number to stop dressing in a party-like-manner for him, he's not interested in seeing my exposed black body. But what could I do? I couldn't bear the weather no more it is just so hot.
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        I was sitted on my bed with my wedding album held in my hand, 'cause for now thats only what brings me pleasure, atleast James did look good in all of the pictures as he was putting on a sarcastic smile, glancing at the lovely pictures. I heard my name roared in a very thundering voice "ISABELLE!" (my full name) I'm sure it was James so he's home already. I started chewing my fingernails without knowing because of how I got confound... He roared my name again harder than he did before. I snapped out of my bed and came out to the sitting room and narrowed my almond shaped eyes slightly at sitted James on the dining table with his plate of food in front of him, with the spoon stucked in the middle.

           I was about saying, "here I am" when he took a  curious glance at my pathetic face I had to swallow what I was about saying... He then glanced back to the plate of food in front on him, giving it a What-The-F*ck look. He huffs, and then said. "come here!" It was rather a command. "Haven't I warned you? Never to dress in this party-like-manner? Am not interested in looking at your black skin you know?" He added, giving me a fierce look. I ignored him and walked slowly to where he was sitted as he ordered me to, before he screams at me again, I left a wide gap between us. I aggravated him the more, he indicates with his red eyes for me to sit next to him. I can see how he is burning from the inside. My heart was pounding I know am in a very big trouble.

        He pushed away the plate onto the tile floor which made it broke into pieces making a non stopping irritable sound, whereas the food (rice) randomly dirtying the floor I moped so hard just some couple of hours ago. I had to shrieked out loud. He stood up and grabbed me by the arm I thank goodness it wasn't by my burnt arm. He roared, "Shut up!" I shut up instantly dropping some portion of tears. He groaned, "how do you expect me to eat that crap? Huh!" Pointing at the random rice on the floor, and letting go off my hand pulling me by the hair instead now, I shrieked a bit.

        He barked, "answer me! How? You really have some nerve you know, trying to get back at me by cooking this ugly food that is a thousand times more ugly than YOU are" laying emphasis on "you". I said nothing as I was trying to whip the way he grabbed my hair, I couldn't resist the pain no more. He screamed, "answer me!" My silence maddens him like alot, he's dark brown eyes can tell. He gave me a deadly glare and pushed me on the floor I stopped at nowhere but onto the broken glasses. I screamed louder than never “arghhhhhhhh!!!”

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