MARRIED BY MISTAKE

What Awaits Is Unfathable

It was another day. Jason kept to his promise. He, compulsorily struck me with a fast. Three days in total and I hadn't tasted neither food nor water. I was flat and bare on the ground exhausted from trying to free myself from the ropes that were suffocating me but I failed.

Throughout the day, I waited for Jason to come release me since it was time according to his record but he was nowhere to be found. I was weak, hungry and tired and couldn't help but weep about my situation. This is the most heartbreaking experience I've had and I really wanted to die. And for a moment there, I thought that I was going to die but I didn't. I was alive and went through the entire painful process over and over and over again. I was wasting my time holding onto hope that I was actually going to be released that morning.

Just like I said, hope, hope deferred and destroyed! Time ticked quicker than I expected and soon it was evening.

Thursday evening, 5 o'clock, right on time and his footsteps crunched on the floor. He opened the door just like he promised, eyes glued to my weak and fatigue figure with a demeanor braced up by a dirty smirk. He drew closer, crouched to my level then brought a knife close to my face.

You should know what I was thinking—that he had finally made up his mind to put me to waste. But as he lowered his guard, his gaze crippling me, I realized that the knife was to dissemble the ropes.

“You're beginning to take me for some monster?” He said, realizing that I was deeply scared.

I nodded in opposition; too scared that he might turn into a monster, the biggest of my fears. He freed me from the ropes successfully then hurried over to help me get up. This act was a huge shock to me because I wasn't expecting him to help me get back on my feet. Besides, I know that he's still on the demand for me to sign off some of my properties to him. I didn't protest, neither did I feel too comfortable around it. I sensed an arcane aura; the complicated and unfathomable kind. And right now, I can't trust my judgment because I'm just too angry with Jason.

Whilst my thought traveled to planet Jupiter, a furrow around his brow lines drew me back to earth. Instantly, I took the arm he stretched out, my body quivering in every second my hands laid bare on his. Then he dragged me up, lifting me and carrying me and I really had to gasp to contain myself.

This was the biggest shock of them all.

All of a sudden, I was in our bedroom and believe me I thank God because I really needed to rest my back. With his leg, he pushed the partly opened door as we moved in. I was still in his arms. I couldn't take my eyes off him and neither could he. His eyes were glued to mine and mine to his. Believe me, I wanted to scream to the whole world then express my deep emotions to him. Gently, I settled on the bed. As soon as that happened, I shut my eyes deeply, arresting my senses to any noise, sound or sensation. I really needed rest and peace.

“Thank you,” I said but my eyes were still closed.

“Thank you.” I repeated. Not a single response came from Jason till after a while.

“I'm sorry Sylvia, I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm truly sorry.” he started.

“You make me lose my patience,” he said, defending himself.

“I know, I'm sorry too but I really want to sleep right now.” I said. I was literally begging.

“I'm sorry babe, I didn't mean to hurt you, I really love you, I just lose it sometimes.” he confessed.

“I love you too Jason,” and my voice trembled. .

“Alright, when you're done relaxing, there's food over there. Eat to your heart's content.” he said then left but my eyes refused to leave his side.

Oh my Jason!

The last straw of his sentences was like life to me. I mean, he just apologised to me and even took the initiative to cook food for me. The original plan would have been to do it all by myself or probably order for food if I still could. I guess I no longer have to bother about that. Just as I was about to sit up and help myself to dinner, he rushed back in, surprising me all the same. The measure of his pace was such that anyone who saw him would think he was rushing to rescue a drowning baby. Hurrying, he helped me sit up then brought the food to the bed.

After diligently tugging the napkin around my neck, he picked the spoon and started feeding me. I felt so blessed. I couldn't contain my emotions and if you were in my head right now, you'll see me smiling ear to ear.

But like I said, in my head. I was still being carried by Jason. I got too comfortable affording me the opportunity to day-dream like that. Nothing of what I just narrated happened. Rather, Jason exerted his aggression by dropping me harshly on the floor as soon as we were out of the basement.

I fell to the floor and believed tears rushed out of my eyes like a tornado.

“What's wrong with you, get up, I'm hungry!” he said and my body refused to move, I wanted to but the various parts of my body felt numb, this time not from hunger or thirst but, heartbreak.

“I believe I just gave you an order.” he repeated and still I couldn't move.

He became angry, no longer hesitating. “Stand up,” he said and pulled my hair.

“Argh,” I groaned, panting.

“Get to it!” he yelled, pulling me from the ground with my hair. My hands found their place around his palm trying to free myself from his grip but I failed. Still clinging to his palm, his weight carried me, pushing me further as we walked. As soon as we arrived at the kitchen, he halted then threw me in. I fell flat on the floor. Before I could brace myself, he shut the door on my face, imprisoning me for the second time, this time, turning my kitchen into my very own prison.