Married To Two Brothers

Episode4

Once again I ran away from DAISY HOME OF LOVE.

I didn’t stop until I got to the gate, going to explain to Daisy was never part of the plan. I don’t know the condition the man is in right now I just pray he doesn’t die else I’ll rot in jail.

Luckily the gate was open and I silently walked into the compound.

The door to the entrance was locked but I have a spare key I normally hide in the garden for nights like this.

I opened the door as silently as possible and I slowly tiptoed towards my room even if the sitting room was slightly lit. Turning the lights on was a bad decision. Just when I thought I had escaped as I climbed the stairs the lights came on.

I was dead on my tracks. As I stood rooted to the ground.

“Sneaking in” My father’s voice echoed into the air just then it dawned on me that I was doomed.

“No.. I.. I came to get water” I said, trying as much as possible to avoid his eyes.

His eyes scanned my body. Then I realized I was still wearing the same see -through lingerie with no underwear. As I forgot to wear it before I ran out.

My hair is still carefully packed in a messy bun with a blush on my face, mascara on my eyes and my oiled skin.

“This is what you have turned into.. not under my roof” He roared. Before I could say jack Robinson.

I felt a slap across my lips, “No please… it’s not what you think” I cried as he held my neck once again. Infuriating the pain of the first time.

He pulled me by my hair as he resumed choking and kicking me at the same time.

“Daddy please” I begged faintly, crying at the same time.

“I’m no father to a prostitute… When you die, go ask your mother in hell who your father is” He blurted out vehemently, as he furiously pulled out his belt, lashing me continuously.

After what seems like eternity he finally finished with me.

Once again granny wheeled down to help me. Cleaning the wounds, and occasionally looking at me accusingly. But I never said a word and I was too weak to explain. My explanation is not going to change anything. So I just silently cried.

After spending 30 minutes attending to my wounds and hoping to sleep even at least a wink before the next day. I walked into Blaire.

Lying helplessly on her vomit and slowly groaning in pain even when it seems like she was asleep.

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“Better be in your best behavior” My father’s tone hardened as I made it to the parlor to meet with Dawson once again.

Personally I think he’s a gentleman who’d only act if he’s asked to. Maybe I judged him wrongly like they say “Age is just a number” and just be in my best behavior as my father said and if not for anything but for the sake of my sister.

Putting on a fake smile I descended down the stairs wearing a hoodie and sweatpants to cover my bruises.

I could barely walk straight but I couldn’t let him see my pain. So he won’t feel too entitled and think he’s my only savior.

I’m never going to let him see me as a pullover.

The meeting was brief as we all concluded on the day of the wedding.

I had little or nothing to say as most of the taking was done by my husband to be and my father.

His smile was so broad that I wondered why the marriage means so much to him or if he just enjoys the company of a lady. I gathered he has been single since after the mysterious disappearance of his ex-girlfriend. Maybe he doesn’t have a hand in it after all. And judging from the fact that he hasn’t been in any relationship after her, he really must have loved her.

Even though a man of his age and status should be married with kids.

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Just like that the wedding took place. None of his family members were present.

The congregation which consisted of my family and his employees cheered after we exchanged our vows.

Blaire was not in attendance as Dawson had his medical team evaluate her for the surgery procedure.

We both always daydreamed about our perfect marriage.

Walking down the aisle with our husbands on the same day hand in hand, side by side.

Those dreams never came true, our worlds are quite apart now, I’m married now, we’re never going to share our toys, bed, dreams, food, clothes and nothing together anymore.

Her twin is the most reserved and quiet twin who will always depend on me to save her, now leaving her all by herself behind with granny and Dad alone was a hard pill to swallow.

“You may now kiss your bride” The priest announced amidst smiles interrupting my thoughts.

And just like that I was married to someone I barely knew and felt nothing for. Not like the one I pictured in my head.

“Life happens” I muttered to myself gulping down the tears threatening to escape my eyes.

My father was the happiest. It seems like they just won a jackpot.

Shouldn’t he be ashamed and bury their heads in shame for marrying off a child to a man twice her age.

I just want to go “home” . I have no idea what a home feels like anymore.

“Don’t worry my dear we’ll go home now” Dawson said patting my back.

I think I said that out loud, he heard me. Maybe he cares, after all I’m his wife now.

My eyes and those of my granny met. My heart melted at the raw pain I could feel in her eyes. Like she knew what I was getting into. But we both know neither of us have a say.

We just have to do what has to be done. We have no choice.