Chapter 2 - Need To Pee
1096 Words
Elora’s POV
Damien is fuming and has started shattering breakables all round the great living room.
His mother comes forward; hair in rollers and in a wine-colored night dress. I'm surprised to see a full face of makeup on her swollen Botox face.
“Sweetie, calm down. Sweetie! Damien, listen to me—”
My husband turns to her and snaps, “I'm trying to think!”
His mother seems to be used to this; she immediately orders a maid to get her a glass of wine and settles on the sofa.
“What is it now, boy?” his uncle, Fernando asks. He rubs the crust off his one good eye and walks over to Damien.
I just stood by the stairs, holding my pee but too scared to make a noticeable move. The Alejandros did not care for me at all.
“It's the Two Headed Dogs again.”
The entire room goes into a hush. Only Madam Alejandro, Damien's mother, keeps sipping her wine.
“They've destroyed one of our warehouses. Not just anyone. The one holding up to five tons of weapons. We were supposed to ship those goods to the east in four f*****g days!”
I cross my legs while standing. I need to pee so badly that I start counting to pass the time.
“What do you mean, Damien?” Fernando hisses out, grabbing Damien's shoulders. My husband shrugs him off and sneers in his face.
“Exactly what I mean, uncle Fernando. Everything there is gone. I don't know how they found out where we were housing them but they f*****g did. s**t. s**t. s**t!!!”
His uncle grabs his face and sighs. Someone taps my shoulder; it's grandmother. The one person who did not freak me out as much in this house.
“If you need to pee, just do so. Why are you standing here?” Grandmother whispers, frowning.
I looked at her with embarrassment. “I don't know where… I wanted to use the visitor's.”
She snorts and tells me to go back upstairs and someone will direct me.
I nodded at her and began to go back up. As I move my legs with care, praying not to spill urine all over myself, I hear Damien behind me.
“This is not the first time something like this has happened. I'm convinced that there's a spy in our cartel. Uncle Fernando, call an emergency family meeting. I need everyone in the family here by this evening. I don't care where they are, I don't care if they f*****g fly. Just get them here. Those…”
I don't hear anymore of the discussion as I've left the range of his voice.
This time, a maid pointed me to an upstairs bathroom, so I quickly did my business.
As I came out, I saw Damien's sister coming out of her room. She wasn't particularly nice to me, but she didn't treat me like others.
“G-good morning Cassandra,” I say with a weak smile.
She looks up from her phone and only glances at me for one second.
“You look like a total mess. Had fun last night?” Her fingers moved fast as she typed on her keyboard; I watched her lips twitch at the side.
“No… Not exactly. Well, was it okay?”
I realize too late that she's referring to the s*x she set me up for.
Two days ago, when I was brought here, I was living in one of the guestrooms— one which I can't seem to find again. It was her who made me go to Damien last night.
Hearing my lackluster description of what had happened, she looks up in disbelief and, for once, humor.
“Damien? Okay? Ha! Just wonderful. I'm not sure that he'd like to hear that though, so don't say anything.”
I shook my head immediately. “No…no that's not—”
I don't get to explain myself because her phone rings. She flips her bleached blonde hair and walks away.
“Yeah…oh quit being a baby,” she laughs and disappears down the hall.
I sigh and walk in the opposite direction, hoping to find the guest room with my stuff in it. It's a while before I do find it and finally feel relieved.
I climbed the bed and passed out immediately, having had a terrible night on the floor.
***
The sound of knocking wakes me up. I groan and turn over.
“Ma’am? Ma’am?”
The digital clock by my bedside reads, 6PM.
I slept the whole day?
Had I been that tired? I stood up groggily and opened the door. A maid— the same one from the morning— is waiting outside.
She frowns for one second and immediately adjusts her face.
“Dinner is in thirty minutes, ma’am,” she says. I nod at her even though I don't understand why she's telling me.
As if she can hear my thoughts, she says to me, “Family dinners every 6PM are mandatory. You're Mr Damien's new wife?” She asks the last question as if it's the most unbelievable thing in the world.
I blinked at her, unsure how to act.
“Y-yeah?”
She shakes her head and slaps on a smile. Her nametag reads, Isabelle. “Oh, it's nothing, ma’am. Will you need help getting ready?”
I tell her no, and she smiles weirdly and leaves.
Family dinner, huh?
I immediately take my bath and throw on a plain tee and shorts. My stomach has been grumbling from having nothing at all since morning. I comb my black curls in the mirror and apply some lip balm.
I tell myself again that I should get used to this new life. They're your new family now.
Who knew? I could learn to love them the way I did mine.
I hurried down the stairs and I was shocked. I immediately froze in front of the dining hall.
The entire dinner table is full of Alejandro family members I have not met at all.
What's worse? They are all in formal dinner attire.
I stand like a fool in my tee-shirt and shorts. They've not noticed me yet, making small talk that overshadows my loud breathing.
One person turns though.
His startling green eyes pierce mine from across the room. He looks familiar.
“So this is Damien's new wife?” The man smiles, and I don't know if the weakness in my feet is shame or something else.
- Writer
