Alpha Biker's Doll

Seraphina It was the month of June when I decided to get married to this guy named Jacob. Ever since I got married, my life has become a living hell. He hasn’t given me a day of peace. I am one of those women who gets abused and tolerates their husband’s bullshit daily. My nana used to say that a woman is complete when she gets married to a man, but she never mentioned what a manipulative husband looks like. I have never seen abuse closely, never even heard of it before, until I experienced it. My name is Seraphina, and this is my story. “Why the f**k are you still asleep?” faint yelling appears on my ears, disturbing my sleep and feeling the endless kicks on my back, the area has now starting to become sore from the pain. “Wake up! You sloth!” as soon as I open my eyes, I watch my husband standing ahead of me, his face screwed up in anger. Quickly, I sit back on the floor, adjusting myself, and he burst out with anger. “I am late for the office! Where the f**k is my breakfast?” hurriedly when I get on my feet, I slowly speak, “Julie stayed over last night. Didn’t she prepare breakfast for you?” in a moment of unexpected hurry, his hand comes to meet my hair, his fingers tightly clutching onto my scalp, leaving me hiss in pain. I whimper like a little girl when he leans forward, his other hand grasp onto my chin as he spit in anger, “You ungrateful b***h! How dare you speak in front of me?” “I’m sorry -” my voice barely comes out of my mouth, tears rushing down my cheeks, and there is a lump at the back of my throat as I continue to ask for his forgiveness. “You infertile witch!” he pushes me back as I collapse onto the floor. “She is going to provide me with an heir. You, on the other hand, will only be a source of help in this house,” his voice goes back to being calm as he finishes his sentence, “Maids are expensive, after all.” My heart is squeezed within my chest and tears shimmer in my eyes. He taunts me regularly, reminds me that I cannot conceive and doesn't bother to take me to a doctor, no matter the times I have begged him to. For him, he is a man, a superior one who just knows how to command. However, it is a woman’s rightful duty to obey him. I have been that woman for him, the one who only obeys. “Julie is craving meatballs with spaghetti. Make sure the food is prepared by the time we arrive home,” he commands me and without hearing me out, he turns to walk away. I begin my day with house chores, mopping and washing the bathrooms, and cleaning the entire kitchen. Stepping into my bedroom, which now belongs to Jacob and Julie, I see the picture frames hanging on the walls. It almost feels like Julie is his wife and not me. However, she is just a mistress, a woman who has wrapped him around her finger. He met him on the first day of his new job, the personal secretary to the boss of the company. Previously, she had her fun with so many men, yet my blind husband cannot seem to understand that she is just using him for his money. After I finish cleaning the two-story house by myself, I am now stepping into the shower. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I feel pity for myself. There are marks and bruises in different parts of my body, given to me by Jacob. Every time I speak, even if it is something for his benefit, he becomes aggressive. However, with Julie, he is a complete different person, he pampers her, spoils her with expensive gifts, and takes her to fancy restaurants. That's just what a woman wants. Spending my time in the kitchen, I take one look at the clock which is hanging on the wall, and realise it is almost time for them to return home. I quickly set the table, prepare fresh glasses of wine for them and just then the main door of the house pushes open, both Jacob and Julie enters, their argument goes on as Jacob shuts the door behind him. “No, what the f**k do you mean by that, Jacob? I was only talking to him!” Julie argues in her annoying voice. She is a blonde with tan skin and freckles across her nose. She has an hourglass figure and a tall height, and long, slender legs. Perhaps this is what Jacob is attracted to. “I am not asking you to stop talking to him. But why have you let him hold your hand, Julie?” Jacob throws his office bag onto the floor, facing each other, their quarrel continues. I dare not say anything. Standing in one corner, I silently hear them until Julie’s eyes fall upon me, and anger simmers on her face. “And you! What the f**k are you listening to, huh? It's all because of you!” Instead of being defensive, I quietly bury my eyes to the ground until Jacob throws a question at me, “Have you prepared the dinner?” I give him a single nod and both of them pulls down seats as they prepare themselves to eat. I place the cooked meals in front of them: meatballs with spaghetti, and garlic bread with mushroom soup. Julie becomes annoyed and she yells at me, “Why have you made mushroom soup? Have I asked you to?” I remain silent until Julie grasps my wrist, bringing my hand closer to the steaming hot bowl of soup, and without any pity for me, she dunks my hand, leaving me to scream in unbearable pain. “Julie! Let go!” Jacob comes in the middle, pulling my hand from Julie’s grip. Scoffing, she pushes my hand, getting up from the seat, and lashes out at Jacob, “Are you going to favour your so-called wife now?”