Episode four
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I walked away from the cruel scene, their heated kiss echoing in my ears as I walked away. I was almost near to slumping, but I tried not to throw up as I rushed into the bathroom, and quickly turned the cork on the tap.
I sprinkled water on my face to wipe off the dried tears on my face. I aimed for the drying handkerchief at the top of the porcelain and was drying my face when I felt a cold fluid rush down my gown. Chills swarmed on me, and what followed was a stinky smell; not like a rotten mango, but worse, more like somebody else's urine.
I sneered disdainfully, raising my top lip to cover my nostrils as it smelled so badly and stinked. Who the hell did this to me? What offense have I committed?
" Roselle! It's time for your speech. The executives are waiting!" I heard Tristan's voice as he walked past the bathroom I was. The executives were waiting for me, and I needed to go now and make my speech. Oh, gosh! What can I do?
I must go now and make the speech else Tristan would be embarrassed, and Caroline would have more reasons to dash insult me. Moreover, one of the main purposes of the contract was for this day. I dare not miss it. I swallowed, and sighed, gathering courage from within, and walked up to the meeting.
I walked into the meeting room with my head down, my hands pulling down my gown in disgrace.
" What the hell smells like this?" One of the executives asked, his hand over his nose. Same as others.
" Miss Douche smells so bad!" One of the executives noticed, and as though a fuel was ignited, the smell diffused, causing a commotion in the meeting as many of the executives were now leaving in annoyance. Tristan's eyes glared daggers at me, but Black wore a worried look, his eyes laced with concern. Black was not even covering his nose like Tristan and others present in the meeting.
" Aren't you grown up enough to know you are supposed to use the restroom when you are to pee?" Tristan yelled at me.
" Tristan, please hear me out..." I wanted to explain, but Tristan cut in with a scream. " Hear you out? You just embarrassed me, and smeared my reputation, Roselle. Are you that unfortunate as they call you?"
" Hey, fool. You just disgrace my son!" Caroline walked up to me and disgusted a dirty slap across my face, blood now dripping from my nose.
I walked out of the place, crying harder with my palms on my face. I've never been this embarrassed before. As I walked out of the meeting room, sharp lights converged on me, and before I could know what was going on, cameras had captured my pictures. Some tagged me on the social handles, and bad remarks hit my ears from every corner.
Tristan's hand pulled me from behind. " Where do you think you are going, fool? Have you forgotten I paid you for this?"
" Can you just listen to what I have to say, Tristan?" I screamed, tears cascading down my face.
" Hear you out after the executives have left angrily? Do you know how many business deals I have lost today just because of your stupidity?" Tristan yelled at me and grabbed me by my hands.
" Let go of me, Tristan," I struggled to free my hands from his grasp, but he overpowered me with his manly strength.
" You will pay for this, b***h!" Tristan pushed me to the wall and pinned me to it. I struggled to let go by hitting his balls. I wanted to run away, but he pulled me back and slammed my head with his hand. I hit my head on the wall and fell on the floor. Tristan pulled me up and slapped my face. I spat blood on him. He slapped me again, and Black held his hand from behind. Tristan turned to Black.
" Should I teach you, Tristan, how to treat a lady?" Black held his fist and frowned at Tristan.
" How dare you interfere in my personal affairs, Black?" Tristan gritted his teeth and challenged Black.
" Roselle is my friend, and I do care about her," Black interjected.
" She is your friend, but she's my wife. Stay away from this," Tristan warned.
" That's not possible, Tristan. You need to give her some respect," Black added.
" I don't have to waste my time talking to you," Tristan said and dragged me out of the place.
" Come here, b***h!!" Tristan pulled my hands and dragged me into the living room. " Let go of me, Tristan!" I yelled, trying to let go of his arms. He pushed me to the wall and pinned my neck.
" Take a look at this, you i***t!! You have smeared my reputation all over the Internet, magazines, and radio stations. Do you know how you have brought the Douche family so low?" Tristan blew hot, veins throbbing hard in his neck, as he threw me a magazine.
I bent down and picked it up. " Miss Douche smells bad today," was the headline boldly written in the magazine alongside my pictures. I swallowed, my face etching with a pang of embarrassment. I felt like the world wasn't for me, and I would collapse in no distant time. The magazine quivered in my hands, the peripherals of my eyes filled with tears, and they dropped on it.
Caroline barged into the living room, the door slamming against the wall aggressively.
" Where is that b***h that has smeared the reputation of the Douche family?" Caroline moved to me and resounded a slap on my face.
" I didn't smear your family's reputation, Caroline. I was drenched in the restroom!" I held onto the impacted cheeks and cried bitterly.
" That's not my business, you wretched being. You are nothing but a rat in the sewer. I give you three days to go public and denounce yourself as the miss Douche else I make sure I chop off the remnants of your senses," Caroline added, walking away hastily in annoyance.
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