The Mind Game
982 Words
Priscilla Pov
Does the end justify the means? My love story, a sucking one. One I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.
I had everything, wealth, name, power, fame, a family that deeply loves me but I'm denied one thing: love, romance, affection.
It felt like it was never for me, the more I chased it, the more it slipped away. The more I want it the farther away it becomes.
I was in love but the person I loved the most didn't care about me, each night I wish for his calls to come, I want to tell him about my day, to play with him, to gist with him, to spend the last moment of my life with him but he remains through to his words.
“I will never fall for you Priscilla” I smiled at him like it was nothing though it cut deeply like a blade.
“I will make sure you take back those words” his face cold but he never said a word.
For 3 years I have been working so hard for him to take back those words.
I act like his words don't affect me but yet I'm the first to wet my pillow at night.
He called it a game, a scheme to make him fall for me but I call it love.
If you truly love someone, you sacrifice to show off your love.
I did everything possible for him to actually look at me for once, take my hand and plant those kisses like I'm the best thing that ever happened to him but he never did.
Those tiny things people in love easily get, I begged for it and I don't mind begging for more because I thought I could change my heartless bastard husband.
It's all in his eyes, the way he looks at me even though it was just for a second, when our skin touches like an electric jolt yet he doesn't show it. He watches me suffer.
I'm just a girl who fell in love, ruined by it all and this is my story.
“Let's get to the court for the hearing” he insists.
“Do we have to do it today?” I gasped for breath as the excruciating pain hit me like a tornado without permission.
I clutched to my tummy, my mouth slightly open and taking slow deep breath, he saw me, his face worried he reached out his hand a tiny hope bloomed in my chest but it was all gone when she arrived.
Clinging to my husband.
“You desperately want to let your husband go why don't you go to court today”
The sight of her irritates me and to make matters worse she doesn't keep her mouth shut. I don't like her.
I rest my back, enduring the pain and acting like it's nothing.
“Nathaniel, I don't like this one get her out”
My husband threw the woman he brought in out of the house like garbage. This is the point I'm talking about, the point I get to decide who has my husband and who doesn't.
Love shouldn't be this way, it shouldn't feel one sided. It shouldn't be filled with so much pain.
“Let's get to the court right now” his words are always cold and not considerate.
I nod, he had always wanted a divorce, a freedom for himself which is why he brings in different ladies at his office even at home just to humiliate me.
I thought I could fight, to act strong and act like I don't see it but then I'm just lying to myself.
He wins the game.
We got to the court in a different car and finally finalized the divorce. 30 days waiting period for the both of us and the moment he's out of the court house, the post the picture of our divorce paper and tag it finally free.
How desperate he wants to let go of me. I shake my head before a notification peeps in. I unlocked my phone reading through the scorn comment of people about our divorce. One even said I was playing tricks on my husband and probably won't agree to divorce him after the waiting period.
I shake my head and walk past his car but the moment he saw me. He grabs my hand and pins me to his car.
“Priscilla, are you playing a trick on me”
He always believes outsiders more than me, anything I say to him is all lies. There is no need for fighting to be seen anymore.
“You're damn right, I'm playing tricks so what”
He holds me by the throat, almost snapping the life out of me.
“We are going to finalize the divorce and it's not up for debate”
I gasped and choked on my own saliva, he released his hand from my neck.
“If you desperately want to get rid of me then you have to do 15 things for me”
He shakes his head like he's trying to consider it but I'm not up for him to consider any s**t.
“You have to do them unless you don't want us to divorce”
“Crap Priscilla, it's too long. Why don't you make it a 10”
“Right”
“You better don't fail to your words”
“I won't as long as you do just exactly what I asked you to”
“Meet me by 9 am morning at lush garden”
“What are you up to this time?”
I don't say, left for him to find out. If he desperately wants me out of his life then he's going to dance to my own rules and my own game.
Let the mind game begin.
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