Chapter 3 CHAPTER 3
“You let him do this to you”
“It's more than that”
“What can be more than what I'm looking at, this is sickening, he's sick, derailed, I can help you leave”
“It's not that easy” I sigh
She eyes me up and down
“You have to be fucking with me, why would you let him do you like this, is it the money 'cause I'd pay you, I'd give you a roof, food and money you don't have to tolerate this…”
There's a loud screech in my ear, a headache coming forth with full force, the room spinning as I tune her out, I can't
“He's my husband!!” I whisper-shout
“you have to re…what wait excuse me what”
“He's what”
“My husband” I repeat teams forming in my eyes
She clasps her hands over her mouth and gags “Fucking hell”
“Husband, like dated fell in love, proposed, got married and honeymoon”
“Yeah, unfortunately, but he wasn't always like this though”
She scoffs with an eye roll “Aren't they all”
“I need to at least try to get the man that once loved me back before I try anything else”
“Or I thought once loved me I'm not sure but I'd rather regret trying than not trying”
She sighs and says her shoulders “Sure but I'd help still if things get out of hand”
MIRABELLA
I'm suspecting a lot of foul play here, the bruises are too much and I can bet he sexually assaults her too
There's nothing I can do if she doesn't want to report, I mean it's her life but I'd be watching from the sidelines
“Babe where are y-”
Oh shit oh shit no, fuck he's meant to be asleep
I turn to see his eyes transfixed on her naked form, face contorting to anger the devil within is about to be released
“Fucktard” he hisses under his breath and everything else becomes a blur
Fae
My heart rate skyrockets the moment his fist is raised air, I cower in time for his hit but it never came
“Don't tell me you're advocating for this slave
“She's not a slave”
“Yes she is, she and her people would always be slaves to us that's where they belong, beneath us”
“We wouldn't even be here without them and their resources”
“Fuck their resources, they're meant to work for us”
Listening to their back-and-forth argument is exhausting, my whole body aches and I would love nothing more than to go to bed, there's a dull ache between my legs too reminding me of my earlier punishment
But she stood up to him, I knew he always hated the colour of my skin but I'd have never taken him for a racist that much shows how he decided to argue with Mirabella instead of hitting her and calling her names, I refused to believe the man I once loved, the one I thought was neck deep in love with me was only a figment of my imagination wrapped around deceit and lies
I regret the groan that slipped past my lips the moment the room became silent and both heads snapped to me, my brain then choosing to remind me of my nudity that very moment
“What did you tell her you shit-coloured slut”
Oh how I wish to talk back to him, to call him out and voice my thoughts, I'd beat him to a pulp for everything he's done to me, make him regret and crawl with missing kneecaps
Instead, I stand there mute, refusing to respond, Ella's presence giving me a spark of courage
His hand grabs my arm harshly and drags me out of the room, I flail my hand accidentally dragging Mirabella along too but she doesn't complain nor utter a word
He unbuckles his belt and “kneels”
I look at Ella for help but she crosses her arms over her chest, a stoic expression
“You're not going to let him treat you like shit”
So I don't kneel, I stand still facing her, arms trembling at this point cause if anything should go wrong I'd be doomed
Enraged he charges towards me, but I push him back with all my might, he trips on his own feet falling backwards, and panic spreads across his face and mine. Ella unfolds her arm and moves forward in an attempt to pull him up but only ends up colliding with me sending me down with him
The loud hit halts my heartbeat, for sure he's dead and I'd be pronounced a murderer cause my DNA is all over him and I mean it's not like they'd believe the black woman over the white man
I let out a small scream as blood pools beneath me from him
“Hey hey move away, get up gently and move away now” Ella instructs as we rush towards our side bending to assess the situation
“Phew he's alive” she mutters after feeling for his pulse
“Help me lift him, it's probably just a cut or a bump at the back of his head”
We grunt and groan at his weight as we carry him into his room, man is this dude heavy
The gash ended up being at the side of his head so we cleaned that and slapped a bandage around his head before cleaning up every other evidence of what transpired
Seconds turn to minutes and minutes to hours as we watch the steady rise and fall of his chest, the only indication of life as he lies unmoving
The fear of him dying if we fall asleep keeps us up, the funny thing fear works better than any caffeine ever known to man
By noon of the next day, he moans to life
“Hey…hey look” I frantically tap Ella snapping her out of her daze
We both stand and walk towards him
“How do you feel” she asks
His eyes roam about the room, over her face, her features a frown etched on his face
Suddenly he violently tries to get up, a grunt and a slap at Ella's approaching hands
“Where's my wife” ...
