BEHIND OUR LOVE...

BEHIND OUR LOVE... CHAPTER 04
BY MIEMIEBEE


My palms and knees where bleeding already with some portion of the broken glasses hung in them. I was crying my life out, the pain was just getting worse every single sec, I narrowed my eyes at James hoping maybe he could give me a help hand, he stared at me with a questioning expression on his face. His arms folded around his chest not even trying to move. He said to me,

"You're not perhaps waiting for me to help you out are you?" He clapped his hands adding "you're so delusional you know." He smirked and then calmly walked towards his bedroom as if he has done nothing wrong, he stopped on getting to the door, turned back and looked at me.

I was still crying, and then he said, "handle that trash before I come back" and walked into his room slamming the door at me. He left me there stranded, and helpless all by myself. I don't even know how to get up. My burnt arm was just about healing and now I'm badly wounded. It took me time before I finally got up, walking straight to my bathroom I sat on a chair.

Still crying and shrieking, I removed the hung glasses one after the other making some slight screaming. I finally washed my injured palms and knees with spirit to kill the germs present. After getting that done I walked back to the dining area to take care of the place, without taking much time I had everything back in place as it was before. I fetched a little amount of the food in a saucer and walked back to my room.

I took a spoon in, wondering whats wrong with the food that made James angry and furious because the food is tasty I don't know why he always complains to every food I cook. Like my mum always tells me am a good cook, and I know I am seriously, but because of how James complains every single day I now don't know how to cook like before. He sees nothing but bad in me. My life has no direction.

I swallowed my last spoon and leaned on my bed looking at my injured palms... the next thing I realised was how my door was banged out of it hinges, I saw furious James standing breathing hard, his face filled with hatred. He walked straight to where I was resting and grabbed me by my burnt arm and I whipped it away with a sour expression on my face I stepped backward.

He smirked "so you're trying to act bravely huh? I should have guess" he added. I said in an unpleasant manner "its hurt James". (Something I've never done before).

"Oh sorry mrs, I should have known..." He added freakishly and jerked my arm twisting it so hard and barked, "how many thousand times have I warned you never to meddle with my stuffs, huh?" I shrieked, "you're hurting me James, let go off my hand" I said pathetically. He twisted my arm even harder than he did before.

I screamed a bit "James stop it please, its hurts". I said pitiful. He roared again "answer me! And not did you just meddle with my stuffs this time around you even stole some money, huh? Where is it?"

I cut him off immediately, "steal? I never steal anything from you James, I don't have your money" "Shut up! You filthy wretch!" He roars. "Where did you take the N10,000 I left on the bed this morning before leaving for work to... Where?" He said in a swaying motion. For the very first time I talked back at James, I really don't know what came over me, I don't know how I did it either, I just can't take it anymore when have I ever steal from him? Is not like am a thief.

I used the energy left in me and took off his furry hand off my hair and yelled in a thundering voice I never knew I had, "when have I ever steal from you James? Its been six month since we got married and I never took anything from you, how can you accuse me now? Had it been I'm really a thief you would have known ealier before now and even when I arranged your room I didn't see any N10,000".

He roared, "you're talking back now?" Before I realised anything James slapped me hard in the face I fell unto the floor helplessly. I held my face, tears rolling down my cheeks, with my other hand I touched somewhere close to my lips only to see blood coming out.

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