ANOTHER SCAR
Getting to the door of our bedroom, I find this gross woman by the name of Mrs.
McCall pacing back and forth.
Upon noticing my presence, she halts her movement to peer at me, and her jaw to the ground at the sight of my fresh wound and the blood washing one of my face.
Stillness befalls between us for decades. I allow her to compute just how much misery
I am bearing as her beloved son's wife. Maybe this will give her a clear image of the of woman I am. For those series of moments of pure scrutiny with disbelief, I that perhaps the sight before her will elicit some sense of sympathy in her, but is until she opens her mouth, and all my hopes crumble.
"I guess it's clear enough that you could not do a thing to make your supposed talk to us, right?"
If this was the first time I was meeting this woman, I would exonerate her barking and that she is blind and that she can't see just what I have got in less than five of attempting to speak to his son. Is her hatred towards me this deep that she 't care what her son does to me? Dah! She is his mother for fuck's sake, yet she not even get close to him. I deserve some credit, don't I?
"I am sorry, Mrs..."
"Your worthless sorry is not what I need. You have proven yourself worthless for the time in the few days I have known you. Now listen to me carefully,
Angelica or whatever your name is. I want you to get in there, pack all your trash, my son in peace and go back to that dumping site you came from. Your disguts me, because you are the reason my son is drowning in misery."
Wait! What exactly is she insinuating?
"What exactly do you mean, ma'am?" I query, blocking my fury from being so .
"Don't play naive with me, young girl! You have absolutely nothing of interest. You nothing in common with my son. You are a ghost that invaded my son's life to him. Everything about you is a misery, and you have turned my son into a himself. You can not renounce that everything started during that party. I 't know what you want for my son, I mean, for you to bear all this, you must be in a mind-boggling catch, but you certainly can not be his wife. There is nothing like between you two else my son would not be hurting you like this. I don't know games you are playing, but I am not going to sit down and watch you ruin Jerol than you have already done. Don't wait for me to drag you out of this castle!"
You know what? I have had just enough, especially with woman! I am done being and naive. If she wants me to be a devil then a devil I will be to her.
"First of all, my beautiful name is, Angeline. Second, I don't give a fuck where you obtaining all this garbage about me from, but there are two truths I want you to . One, is that I don't freaking care what the fuck you think of me or what damn want, and second, whether you accept it or not, I am Jerol's wife. We love other. This castle is our home and you, Mrs. McCall, have absolutely no freaking to order me in my own home, you get that?"
"How dare..."
She swirls her right hand launching a slap, but I hold her hand mind-air, the same time husband appears from her back.
I allowed my mother to slap me anytime she felt like it, but I can't allow any other .
"DELIA! What the hell are you doing? Cut the girl some slack will, you?" Mr McCall , his voice reverberating the whole of this floor.
I let go of her hand as she redirects her fury to her husband albeit with calmness.
"Can't you see? This girl is driving our son insane. I felt it the very first day I saw her.
She is a bad omen for my son and I won't allow her to spend even an extra minute my son." She turns to me, looking like a she-devil. "Young girl, do you to leave peacefully on your own, or should I call the guards to throw you out like stinking piece of trash that you are?"
"My duty as a wife, is to stay by my husband for better or for worse. I still stand my , madam. I am not stepping foot out of my home just because my husband is through a crisis. Again, you do not have the right to kick me out of my home my husband's life. I am not moving an inch from here until and unless Jerol asks me to."
"Well then, let's see about that!"
"It doesn't have to come to this, Delia!" Her husband tries to intervene, but this
Delilah is uncontrollable.
"GUARDS! GUARDS!" At the count of two screams, a battalion of guards stands us, and I squirm. There is no way I can win against these six men.
"Yes, madam!" One of them speaks on their behalf.
"Take this woman out of this castle and throw her out of the gate. Make sure she steps her foot past the gate again. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, madam." They chorus as they start striding to get me.
I look past them to the ground floor, and I spot the maids watching the charade too.
The commotion must have called them from their posts. Embarrassingly Ironic, right?
I was threatening to kick them out of the castle just a few minutes ago, and now it like the tables have turned on me.
I won't even lay my eyes on Jerol for the last time.
Life is such a screw!
I swallow hard at the humiliation I am about to suffer, as two men stretch their hands drag me out.
"NOBODY TOUCHES MY WIFE!"
Everybody, and I mean, everybody, turns to a statue, except me who has the balls to around to confirm whether that voice is really his.
I watch as he matches towards us, his eyes glued on mine, and he finally halts beside , wrapping his arm around my small waists.
The idiotic guards step back, bowing to the calm lion before them, and I feel like at their faces right now. Foolish scoundrels!
"Leave us." He says to them, and the six fools coils their tails between their legs and out. He eyes the next bunch of fools downstairs, and they don't even wait for to utter a word. They understand the gaze of their master perfectly, and disappear haste to where their asses are supposed to be.
"Jerol, son.."
"You too. I am asking you both nicely to leave. And mother, I think I remember you to leave me and my wife out of your business?"
"She.."
He cuts her off by raising his free hand to her face. She cowers back, and he drops his .
"I don't mean to be disrespectful, but I will tell you again, leave my wife in peace.
You two should leave."
One thing that is evident in this woman, is that she is one high-and-mighty arrogant . She doesn't wait to be intimidated and she doesn't beg.
She pulls herself from her husband's hold, and she vividly stomps out. Did I also say she is hot-tempered? That is so obvious.
"Son, this is not the way to handle things. What the hell are you doing to yourself?"
His father queries.
"Don't worry, dad. I will be fine. Promise."
Okay! What happened? I mean, I have never heard him acknowledge the fact that he not okay, nor promise that he will be fine. All he has done for two months is himself with the lie that he is fine. What's with the sudden change, huh?
"I'll hold you to that, son. Wake up and fix yourself while there is still time."
He nods his head, and they embrace in a slight hug, refusing to let go of me.
"My daughter, take care, okay?" Mr. McCall says as she hugs me, still Jerol's hand on back. Did he leave his brain back in that cursed gym or what? As if this is real, !
"I will, father. Take care too." I say when we pull away from the hug, and he walks after saying goodbye to us.
Without a word, this weirdo tugs me to him as he guides me to our bedroom.
He kicks the door shut the moment we walk in, and I pull away from his hold. The is over, right?
"I'll get the first aid kit. I will dress your wound." He mumbles, walking to get the kit my voice stops him.
"Don't bother. I'll treat it myself." I fire.
"You are my wife so..."
"Your wife?!" I bark at him. "Do you know how ridiculous you sound right now?"
We glare at each other like two furious lions ready to tear each other into pieces. I 't what's there in what I said that is stroking his demons, though.
His wife my foot!