EVADNE
Saint didn't come home last night nor was he here this morning. I had dinner with Mrs Evelynne and Mr Ivan. Mrs Evelynne was a good cook actually, I hadn't seen any servants around the house so I guess they might not have any shifts.
Sleeping on a row of three chairs while eating would've been embarrassing so I ate my food while standing up even though it was exhausting.
The house was clean and big. I kind of loved it. I made a mental note to explore its every nook and cranny once the wound's stopped being sore. The most important mission though was surviving this marriage, all I have to do is avoid Saint like a plague and I'd be safe.
I'd received a message from the strip club that I was no longer required to work there anymore because I was incompetent and never really benefited the club which means I'm unemployed.
It doesn't bother me much because that means that I can finally get a new job. Today's schedule was already planned out. I'd go visit Laila and tell her everything,then I'd visit Esmeralda in the hospital then lastly I'd go to Angelo.
Considering that the doctor told me to rest well and avoid straining my wounds, going out was no way to help with my healing but I have to take the opportunity while I can because the next thing I knew Saint would ban me from leaving the house and cut off all methods of communication with the outside world.
I knew now that the sweet and kind Saint I had known might've not even been real but how do I tell my heart that he's not the good person I perceived him to be but just a cruel man who raised his hands on women.
Mrs Evelynne assigned me a personal driver and insisted that I had to have bodyguards with me 24/7 and that's how I wound up in a car surrounded by four really massive and cool motorcycles and one car ahead of mine and one behind it.
It's pretty tight security and I kinda like it. It's like I'm a heroine or some rich mafia heiress
although reality wise I just took someone's spot, dumb luck.
I was accompanied by my appointed guards to my ex apartment. After knocking three times Laila finally opened the door. She looked rather stressed out.
She wiped off the tears that were on her face and lunged at me but one of the guard's grabbed her and pinned her against the wall then pointed a gun to her head.
It happened so fast I didn't even get time to be scared.
"Rev, Rev please let her go she's my friend she won't hurt me."
He didn't move ,he just kept the head pointed to her gun. I looked at the other guards seeking their help but they kept their faces cold.
I rolled my eyes at the realization that I had to do it myself. Laila looked frightened, the poor girl.
I stepped behind him and held his muscular are gently hoping it would calm him down. His muscles were rock hard, unfortunately I never really liked muscular men who looked like reincarnations of hulk. Not that I hate muscled men but sometimes they just…well too much muscles it's scary.
Imagine you get married a masculine man and he's abusive. One strike from him then I'll sink into a coma or even worse die right on the spot.His muscles relaxed as he slowly shifted the gun away from her head and put her down,or rather he just let her go and she fell down.
I crouched down to her level and hugged her but she was far from relaxed. She finally pulled away and looked at the four men behind me. Her eyes expressed each and every single emotion she was experiencing, fear,anger,pain.
"I'm sorry Laila, please don't cry."
"Tell whoever these people are to go away, I want to talk to you alone."
Rev," Sorry little missy but we can't trust you, now that Ms Evadne is Mr Zyraelle's wife she's not to be left alone."
Laila looked at me like I had betrayed her, like I had stabbed her.
" Mr Zyraelle?"she asked, her eyes showing more hurt than I'd expected. My heart clutched in my chest because her reaction was valid and it would be worse if Angelo knew. He'd be so fuckin hurt.
" You are Mr Zyraelle's wife? What about Angelo? Are you not his girlfriend?"
" I…I…I can explain, listen to me please."
"Shut the fuck up. How could you? He loves you…Angelo fuckin loves you! He loves you
goddamit!"
"I had no choice…I couldn't…"
"Don't fuck with me woman. How many times did you meet Angelo's mother? How many times did you tell me that you were falling for him? You know how hurt he's going to be when he finds out you got married, that too to someone who doesn't give a single fuck about you! Saint doesn't love you yet you're married to him, what happened to his bride?"
The air between us was heavy. Her reaction was stronger than I had anticipated and maybe I hadn't expected it from her but it broke any ounce of courage I had to face Angelo. The tears in her eyes spoke volumes.
My chest felt as if there was a stone settling on my heart, barbed wires around my throat that kept me from actually explaining myself. Shame and guilt engulfed me in their cold embrace and drowned me in their frozen sea.
Laila pushed me away and because I had not anticipated it it was too late to protect my back from hitting the floor. I cried out, unable to bear the searing pain. Tears rolled down my face as it felt like the little healing my body had done was peeled off before it could produce more blood cells and tissues.
Rev helped me up but the damage was already done.
"It hurt's
Laila's expression softened and she tried reaching out to me but the guard's stopped her from coming anywhere near me. Tears rolled down my eyes as the pain coursed through my veins.
Rev carefully held my hand,careful not to cause more agony to the wounds on my arms. I asked them to take me back home because I didn't have the guts to see Angelo anymore. Laila's reaction was enough for the day.
The pain was also a lingering reminder of who I had married. When I got home Mrs Evelynne wasn't home. The sudden wave of nausea that hit me sent me running to the bathroom. The acidic bile rushed up my throat and I knelt on the floor, my head in the toilet chamber until I vomited out everything I'd eaten.My muscles ached from the pressure of the nausea that made my wounds uncomfortable. I lay down on my stomach, the cold floor cooling down my heated skin. My period hasn't showed up since I had sex with Saint, the repeated cycle of nausea, some of my favorite food now smelled unpleasant to my nose.
No.
No.
No.
Not now.
I called out for Rev as he was seemingly the gentlest and nicest of my appointed security and asked him to buy me a pregnancy test.