Married to Mysterious

CHAPTER EIGHT

Opening the door slowly, I peak to make sure the devil is not out there. Why am I trying too avoid him? Because that is the best thing to do after what happened last night. He was really angry. He must have taken it too serious. Am I regretting what I did? NO! He started it. He deserved a pay back. Making sure he is not there I made my way to the living room. He must have left by now. I am tired of hiding in my room.

I walk to the living room making sure he is not here, I sat down on the sofa. I picked the remote control switching the TV on and searching through channels. Not finding anything interesting I dropped it with a sigh. I can't deny it I feel tired of this house. I feel restricted. A lot of times I miss home and I feel really lonely. Sometimes I feel sad. Other times I get angry. My emotions swirling around. It's all because of that thick headed devil.I am tired of this. I can't live my entire life like this. I started kicking my legs getting frustrated. I never thought it is going to be this hard.

"You finally came out! Are you tired of hiding already?"

"What?" Where did that come from? I turned my head looking for the source of the voice when my eyes landed on the devil himself. When did he get here? I stared at him like a fool. Unable to form words. He looks intimidating and I have this sudden feel of nervousness.

"Can't get your tongue? Or have you seen a ghost? "

"I.. I.. didn't know when you got here." I stammered

"Why did you do that?" He asked his voice turning cold. Eyes turning into slits. Clearly angry. Why is he overreacting about that. I don't think that is a big deal. Well After all he is not a normal person.

"Why are you stressing over it? I don't think it's such a big deal." I replied back.

"What did you just say? He asked raising his voice? Messing with someone's food is not a big deal?" He bend down to look at me his eyes leveling with mine. He look scary. Why is he being like this over such a small thing? I looked down to avoid the eye contact. It is doing things to me. His fury form scared me a lot. I have never seen someone this angry before.

"Look up here!" He demanded. Like a robot I find myself responding to his commanding voice. I feel terrified. He look like he is being possessed.

"People who mess with other people's food are simply evil. They are in human. They are witches. They do not deserve to be called humans. Do you even know what that is? You don't harm others with food!!"

I couldn't stop the tears from falling. I am shocked. Why did I mess with his food in the first place? Am I evil? He dared to call me evil and all I could do is cry like a coward.

"Please.. "I muttered not even knowing what I wanted to say.

He looked at me. The fury in his eyes replaced with hurt and another one I couldn't tell which.

"Jidda?" He called my name backing away from me.

I take that as my chance before he could say another word I ran to my room locking the door behind me. I cried into the pillow. What is this? How can this be called marriage? I can't stay with him like this. He is the one being in human here. What have I done to deserve this in my life?