EVADNE
My whole body screamed at me not to move at all. I opened my eyes slowly and I was
welcomed by the piercing light of the sun. I turned my head the other way , adjusting my eyes to the light before I looked at my fingers.
I folded them into a fist turn, unfolded then folded again and I was glad I could still move them.
The position I was in was straining but I couldn't lie on my back because that's where it hurt.
I'm surprised I even fell asleep after the beating I got but then I remember he didn't stop when I was awake so I concluded that I slept during the beating.
This was the second time I'd experienced his violent side and I have a feeling this won't be the last time.
"How was your sleep wifey?"
Wifey? How could he tarnish such a sacred title after beating me mercilessly on our wedding night? Why let honey roll out his tongue when he could just call me something brutal and degrading?
"Why address me as your wife after what you did last night?"
"Because whether I like it or not you're my fuckin wife."
"We can divorce after a few months, you're not obligated to stay in this marriage."
The words felt like vinegar and salt on a healing wound. The truth is I missed Saint even when I was in a relationship. I didn't want to marry him in this way. In fact I was so sure that I'd be with Angelo for decades but maybe God gave me a chance to fix things with Saint and a flame of desire to work on this marriage was there in my heart.
My head snapped back as Saint pulled my hair forcing my head backwards then his cold hand hit my already bruised ass. I winced in pain unsure if it was because of the pain on my ass or how it felt like my hair was being pulled out.
I wanted to move so badly and free myself but I know too well that if I did I'd only irritate my body.
"In sickness and in health till death do us part little bird,does that ring a bell. You're chained to me little bird and there's no divorcing here. You're going to regret the moment you wore that wedding dress,walked down the aisle and said I do. I'm going to destroy every fragment of your soul until you don't know who you are. I'm going to break your heart into a million little pieces until you don't know which piece of it to follow."
He threw my head roughly back on the pillow then left. I laid there sobbing quietly. Saint would stick to his word and this side of him scared me. It left me wondering if he was the same Saint who helped me with my depression.
"Evadne,"
My name echoed through the house. It would be embarrassing if a servant found me naked and beaten. Perhaps there were blisters but he couldn't have done that to me right.
I heard someone's footsteps approaching this room.
"Tormented demons of Lilith ,what happened to you."
I recognized that the voice belonged to Mrs Evelynne, guilt flooded me like a plague. She helped me so much and I betrayed her son,in fact it was like betrayal to her whole family.The strippers at the club were gold diggers but I don't think they'd stoop this low. Funny enough I'm not a gold digger but who would believe that I married Saint because his bride asked me to.
" Did Saint do that to you?"
" No , I just, I fell in hot water last night and got burned."
" Right, so I should believe that hot water now leaves whip mark's instead of blister's. Your back, your ass and your thighs are covered in purplish blue mark's and your skin is torn in most places and there's dried blood from the wounds, I'm sure as hell that Saint did this to you."
My heart clutches in my chest yet I just kept quiet. Could I explain myself and get on her good side. No I couldn't do that because I promised, I promised Esmeralda it would be our secret and I'd bear the consequences.
"I'll go get you some ointment,bathe you then I'll take you to the hospital. I'll be right back."
How ironic, on my wedding night instead of making love or better off in my case being tortured through sex I was beaten like a prisoner.
I don't know why I thought that he'd fuck me mercilessly as torture,maybe because I read too much enemies to lover's tropes, maybe because the novels I write are unrequited love romance that has a happy ending, maybe because deep down I wish he'd fall in love with me,be obsessed with me ,possess me in everyway and own my entire being.Mrs Evelynne took care of me herself. As she had said,she wiped me clean and applied some type of ointment that took some of the pain away long enough for me to get dressed.
After that she brought the food to my room and fed me while I laid with my stomach. After that she had taken me to the hospital,not a normal hospital though,not the ones I went to all the time.
The doctor administered some medicine to me. I doubted they'd work but Evelynne told me that as a mafia queen she had access to one of the strongest drugs and one of the perks of being part of the underworld was that they had their own hospitals that had these drugs and trained staff.
I believed her, I do believe her because they deal with all sorts of illegal drugs and they sounded effective,more effective than 'normal people ' medicine.
Evelynne's husband was kind of friendly. Well he was handsome but I made a mental note to not cross his path too much.
Now I lay here in bed writing my novel because I had nothing else to do. I wanted to talk to Angelo but I didn't have the courage to face him just yet. I mean he introduced me to his family, no guy does that when they don't love you.
I thought we'd be forever but I guess forever is a sugar coated lie. After all the trauma he went through with his mother, after everything he's seen about love with his mother.
This plot twist in my life would serve as an interesting plot in my novel. This novel would one day become big and I'd ensure that it reached hearts.
The heroine in this book was kidnapped just like me and taken away from her family but in this version she never got saved and was sold into prostitution. In a turn of events she gets married to her captor and falls in love with him but he abuses her until she runs away after finding out that she's pregnant.
She raises her child under a fake identity and steals people's identities to survive. But I'm stuck, I'm not sure if I should kill the heroine or let her live or if I should kill her son.
By the time I was done writing a few chapters it was midnight and Saint hadn't come back home yet.
It was kind of calming that he wasn't here, tonight I'd be free from whatever heinous acts he had in store for me. I miss being able to sit down on my ass and lean on my back, next time I'll ensure that I'll be grateful for the little things in life because realizing their worth once they're gone hurts.