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“Do you think his past justifies his actions, Angel?”
“I know he did wrong things, but even good people sometimes do bad things.”
“Do you think he is a good person?”
“I’m just saying he wasn’t a monster everyone wants to think about.”
“Do you know what was his plan for you if you couldn’t escape, Angel?”
I couldn’t keep my laugh inside. It was almost hysterical. When I could finally get my breath under control I said, “You all think I escaped, right? You all think he would have killed me?”
I shook my head. “He was planning on letting me go, setting me free so our boy and I can live a better life. He cared for us, thought we were better off without him.” Taking a deep breath I forced the last sentence, “He loved us enough to let us go.”
November 1, 2015
My eyes were puffy after another night of crying myself to sleep.
“Ouch, easy baby,” I groaned and rubbed the spot my baby kicked me. Looking around the room I sighed when I saw Mike’s side was untouched… again. He was so distant lately, didn’t touch me or even talked to me. It’d been more than a month since he last had sex with me and even then his mind was far away, his touches weren’t passionate and I knew he would have gone without sex if I didn’t beg him or if he weren’t too wired up. He completely shut himself off to me. Maybe he got bored of me and found someone else, someone who wouldn’t be as broken as me. I didn’t know the reason of the change in him, but I knew for sure he didn’t want me anymore and it pained me more than I could describe. I wanted his passion, his lust, and his twisted love. Not having any of them from him was twisting my guts. I was also scared of what would happen to me, to us after all that. He didn’t desire me why would he keep me?
Going out of the room I made myself some cereal, locking my eyes to the door of his study. He wasn’t at home as much as he used to be anymore and when he was he locked himself in his study, not communicating with me if he didn’t have to. I wondered where he was when he wasn’t at home. When I asked he said he was going to the club, working. I didn’t know who or what to blame for the jealousy in me, but it was there, burning bright under my skin.
After two spoons of cereal I lost my appetite with the image of another woman in here, with him. Would he love her the way he loved me? Would he mark her the way he marked me?
If I used to be the same girl I was before him I would have been glad that he was distant. I would use every ounce of power for my escape, but where I could go when all I wanted was to be with him, near him.
Going back to the bedroom, I lay down on to the bed again, not knowing what to do as Mike avoided me all the time. Tears were falling again before I could stop them.
Damn, pregnancy hormones.
I must have fallen asleep after getting tired of crying. I slowly sat up, feeling dizzy. My eyes were blurry and aching because of all the tears I shed.
“Are you awake, baby?”
I heard Mike’s voice behind me, but didn’t turn to face him.
He moved around the bed to stand in front of me. “Angel? Are you okay? How is my son today?” He smiled like he wasn’t avoiding me for the last couple of weeks.
Kneeling in front of me he pushed the hair back from my forehead and leaning into me he kissed me gently and passionately. I couldn’t hold back my sigh with his touch, leaning into him I let his heat warm me as his touch soothed me. When our lips separated he rested his forehead on mine, caressing my cheek. “I missed you, my angel,” he whispered against my lips. And with a one sentence from his lips I turned into a puddle in his arms. Wrapping my arms around his neck I sobbed. I was an emotional mess.
“Lunch is ready,” he whispered through my hair, but I didn’t care anything else except his arms around me. I didn’t want to let go. I wanted to stop the time at that moment because I was scared. Something was off, something was different; I just didn’t know what it was, but it didn’t feel good… not at all.
“C’mon, lunch…” Mike murmured, pulling away from me.
I searched his face for a clue, for the thing bothered me, but his face was a mask –a mask that I didn’t know. He was smiling, but his eyes didn’t have that mischievous gleam. His smile wasn’t strong enough to erase the tension on his jaw or around his shoulders.
What is wrong?
Alarm bells rang in my mind, but I didn’t make a sound as he guided me to the kitchen. The table looked amazing, he even put a vase of flowers on it, but instead of happiness that pained me.
Something was wrong.
During lunch he didn’t talk and my mind was a chaos for small talk. I tried to force myself eat what he put on my plate, but I was getting distracted by his gaze. Leaned back on his chair he was only drinking his coffee as staring at me. His eyes were pulling something inside my heart, making it hard for me to breathe because of the suffocating feeling around my ribcage.
Was that pain I saw in his eyes?
Finally I couldn’t stay any more silent. “Mike, are you okay?”
“You’ll need hospital, doctors…” he murmured like I didn’t say anything.
