That Crazy Woman Tortured Me
814 Words
What I just realized every time I wake up in the morning, is Elliot must have taken a shower and put on a work suit. At first, I felt so lucky because I was treated like a Queen. My husband has dressed up neatly and made breakfast for both of us every day. But now I realize that it might be to cover his actual mask. Ish! I feel like a fool now.
It was then, as the man lay quietly next to me, that I realized that the smell of his body was different. This is not the smell of Elliot that I know. Her sweat was mixed with a strange scent; the smell of another woman's body. Perfume with the scent of vanilla, I can still smell it.
Gosh! I want to throw various curses, but all of them are just stuck in my throat. Finish up, I could only be silent, pretending to be asleep, and trying as hard as I could to hold back my tears. I tried to suppress a thousand questions that came to my mind about what Elliot did to me.
I spent the remaining night picking up the wreckage of my broken heart, forcing my mind to stay awake until the man woke up took a shower, and then acted as usual as if he was doing nothing. He must have been used to doing it all this time so he could act perfectly as a husband who loved his disabled wife so much.
"Good morning, Madam. I'll help you take a shower.”
Not long after, Patricia entered our room. Again, I was just struck by the fact that the woman had such freedom of movement in this room as if it were her room. What if ... they also 'do' it here?! Imagining that, my head instantly boiled.
I might be able to pretend to be good in front of Elliot. But to Patricia? Just looking at his face makes me sick. I was so ill. My stomach was churning. I wanted to vomit.
"From now on, I will take a shower by myself," I said, making Patricia instantly frown in incomprehension. "No, I mean, I'm going to shower, get food, get dressed, and do everything myself."
"Madam—"
"Honey, what's wrong?"
Elliot came out of the bathroom with curly hair and left his upper body exposed. I could catch Patricia's stunned gaze. More precisely, the woman put on a tempted face when she saw Elliot. I just realized that the woman had the gaze of an expert seducer.
"What do you mean you want to do everything yourself?" Elliot continued his question.
"Yes, I think I can do everything by myself now."
"Naomi, your situation is still like this. How can you do all the things by yourself?”
I'm squinting. "I just lost the ability to stand, my hands are fine."
Elliot sighed heavily. "Yes, just think of it. But take it slow, okay? Don't immediately do everything yourself at once. After all, everything needs a process."
"But—"
"Ssst! I understand what you want.” Elliot smiled while stroking the top of my head. Meanwhile, the man looked at Patricia who was sullen as if trying to convince the woman that everything was fine. They can still stay together.
Elliot left me and Patricia who was silent for a while, to put on his shirt. Until then the woman pushed my wheelchair into the bathroom, not caring about the refusal I did. She even closed the bathroom door quite hard. What I didn't expect, she pushed me until my wheelchair hit the wall. With sharp eyes, she moved closer and leaned over until her face was only a few centimeters away from mine.
"You already know, right?" She whispered.
I was stunned for a moment, but the next second, I regained consciousness. The war finally started.
"I won't stay silent, Patricia."
The woman chuckled. She turned on the shower so our conversation was muffled by the sound of the gurgling water.
"What are you going to do with your disabled body?" The woman looked at me with a look. she even looked me up and down with a scornful gaze.
I clenched my fists in anger. Never be this angry at someone. "What if I can?"
"Then you are a great person," Patricia replied with a slanted smile. In the blink of an eye, she pushed me under the shower until my whole body was drenched in water.
"Patricia, you—"
"Yes, scream! Elliot won't hear you.”
I tried to escape, away from the shower splash. But Patricia didn't let go.
Seeing me almost out of breath, she laughed with great satisfaction. Unfortunately, I feel bad because I can't do anything right now. But I assured myself that I would expel her from this house soon.
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