Chapter 5
1035 Words
Peggy
I am, his enemy.
Every word that flew out of his mouth now made sense to me. Starting from that night till now. I could finally match the pieces together.
The reason why he had treated me harshly was because I was his enemy. No, my father is his enemy and I am going to be his object of aggression.
It has been two weeks since my unceremonious marriage to him. He locked me up in a strange room without a bed and once in a while, some women came in to drop some food for me which I refused to eat.
I would rather die than have anything that belongs to that psycho.
Who locks their newly wedded wife up for two f*****g weeks? I am no more than a prisoner.
I tried to stand up but my body gave up on me. The lack of food in my system was finally pulling me down, urging me to end my protest.
But my persistent side remained one hundred percent strong, engulfed by my pride.
One thing the Adams never lacked was Pride. We had it to the fullest and would not succumb so easily to any form of pressure or wickedness.
I gave up the idea of standing up and led my belly on the floor. If I had known that this would be my current situation, I would have eloped with my best friend.
She was all that I have now and probably she would be troubled by my absence especially when I haven't contacted her for two weeks.
At this point, I wished I had listened to her and we both would have run away together.
Afterwards, the door to the room I was locked up in suddenly banged up and the man that forced me into a marriage I didn't want barged in. I will never call him my husband.
Some day, I will flee this cage of a house and find the peace I desperately need.
"If you are planning to get yourself killed, then consider yourself an i***t. You can't escape me not even with death," he growled, trudging over to me with heavy steps that were intimidating.
A lady followed him behind with a tray of food and my brain went on alert.
I tried to run away from him but he grabbed my neck with a force that almost choked me.
Unwilling to back down easily, I fought against him.
"What an impressive fighter you are but I am not here to play games with you," he coldly said and shoved a large amount of food into my mouth. "Eat."
I refused to chew or open my mouth for the rest to come. But the man was a brutal beast, he closed my only source of air with two of his fingers forcing me to open my mouth to breathe.
He shoved down more food and made sure I swelled it up until the tray filled with food was emptied.
"Now listen to me." he grabbed the side of my face and squeezed his fingers hard into my cheeks. "Your damn life belongs to me and any attempt to waste it will warrant a brutal punishment on you. So better think wisely before you do anything stupid. No matter how desperate you wish to die, I will always revive you and make sure you suffer more than death." He threatened me, then let go of my face with a force that almost made me fall.
I felt so miserable for being treated like this.
Why can't I have my own life and live with it in peace? I am not a pushover.
I grumbled in my mind as I glared at the spot her had left from.
Once I was alone, I took out the bedsheet rope I had tied up. This was my plan, to get him to think that I was weak to do anything. That was the reason for my hunger protest to make him have a low prospect about me.
I threw the tied bedsheets out of the window, luckily, it was long enough to reach the ground. I tied the rest against the foot of the bed and crawled out of the window obtaining my own freedom.
As I climbed down the layers of the house, I caught sight of a room filled with weapons.
I stopped, snuck into the room through the window and took a short gun with plenty of bullets that I could find.
Climbed out of the room and when I finally touched the ground, I began to run.
I had no idea where I was running to but didn't stop for anything. By the time they noticed my absence, I had run a mile away.
When I was out of the woods I stopped to catch my breath. However, that didn't stop his men from chasing me and when I couldn't run from them, I raised the gun in my hand.
"If any of you take a step closer to me, I will shoot." I threatened, pointing my gun at them.
Shortly, they parted ways for him, the man I married and he dared to take a step forward.
"I will f*****g shoot if you take another step," I said with a dead tone.
Yet, he took another step, daring me to shoot and I pulled the trigger, firing the first shot at him.
He went still and a fleet of surprise flashed through his eyes.
I meant every word when I said I was going to shoot.
"Trust me, I won't miss the next one if you dare come close," I muttered seriously.
"Alright, What is that you want? Name it and I will give it to you." He surrendered, moving backwards with a proud stride.
"We are married aren't we?" I questioned and he nodded in response. "Then treat me like a wife. And when I mean like a wife, I mean my freedom included and no stupid treatment as well." I stated with frustration burning in my chest.
He chuckled and that only fueled my taste for revenge. Without warning, I shot a bullet at him. He could die for all I care.
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