THE RAGE
We have been sunbathing on this sun for hours - close to three hours to be precise, but still does not want to go back inside. It depicts rigorously how much he missed . How much he needed this sun. I am so rhapsodic that I chose to poke my luck talk him into stepping out.
"Are you sure you still don't want to go inside? The solar is slapping hard." I inquire for the ...nth time, and just like heretofore, he twirls his head, and I don't anymore.
I don't mind, you know! If this will help him in any way, however subtle it might be, I willing to have my skin turned pale white by this savage sun. I don't mind nursing at the end of it. That is how much I have learned to care for him. That is correlated to what I am willing to give to see the obsolete Jerol - the Jerol that before a certain fucked up bitch decided to torment him. Or perhaps the Jerol that
I met weeks ago because he was able to uphold his sanity. He had everything in back then.
I lift my hands to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt, and his hands plunge from the torso give me ample access. He might blackout from being under the merciless sun for too long in a cotton shirt. The humidity is becoming savagely high.
At the hold of the fourth button, just when my eyes had started gobbling his perfect -pack, he pins me to him, his tight grip squeezing the breath out of me. His eyes are tight, like he does not want to wake up from the nightmare he is having. I'm and dumbfounded.
"ELLIE!" He murmurs, just at the exact time I hear the gate open.
His parents are here!
They can't find us in this posture for hell's sake! Moreover, given the way he roughly me from the bench, my dress has ridden up way too high. It will be so if they walk on us like this. They might think we decided to have our glory in the garden. Beh!
"ELLIE, DON'T GO!" He contends when I attempt to entangle myself from him, his arms around me further. He is choking me, but he doesn't know. Just he doesn't know his Ellie isn't here either, and she probably is not thinking about .
I glance behind my back, and I see his parents stepping out of their car.
He does not know what he is doing. It's another nightmare about her. Fuck that bitch she is!
I swallow hard the clot pilling up in my throat and try to do something to save us from forthcoming embarrassment.
"Jerol!" I call him, and I think he reckoned that maybe that isn't his beloved Ellie's voice.
His eyes shoot naked at once, scaring the hell out of me. They are a mixture of ice and , and I shudder in his arms. I look away from them, but I am knocked back to my when he throws me off his lap. If I was not holding on to his shirt, I would be the ground with my batt right now.
Damn!
I clung to it, impelling myself to snuggle up to him again which I manage just by luck. He opens his mouth to chastise me, but I put my index finger on his lips, the words before they leave his lips.
These lips, huh!
When I sense his composure, I withdraw my finger before I make a fool of myself him and his parents.
"Relax, okay!" I soothe.
"Get off me!" He roars, way too loud that I had to drape his mouth with my hand, him.
"shh. Listen, Jerol. We have guests coming our way right this minute. Act normal, ?"
He furrows an eyebrow, and I plop my hand from his mouth. He is a bit relaxed. I that nightmare in the name of cursed Ellie has left his mind for a while, that is if ever does. Nonetheless, I start to drop down from his lap because I don't know exactly is going through his mind right now. He isn't saying a word, and I can't but worry that he might push me down any minute.
"Greetings, my daughter. Son?"
Darn! I guess I was not really quick enough to save myself from embarrassment, huh!
They still found my lazy ass wandering on Jerol's lap.
I shyly respond to Mr McCall's warm pleasantries, helping myself down from Jerol's , my face heating up with shame. Goodness!
"Greetings, father. Hello, mother."
I greet back, but instead of retorting to my salutations, their eyes flicker to their son is standing on his feet, his murderous gaze somewhere behind his parents.
We all follow his gaze, stopping at the bold doctor who is walking towards us. I take my eyes back to Jerol.
His hands are clenched into fists, his eyes spewing flames of fire. His broad chest is up and down with rapid breathing. A very cold shiver almost paralyses my , but I force myself to remain calm. I had an impression he wouldn't like this, but
I could not stop his father. I was right because he is about to burst with rage, and I try him down by taking a hold of his arm, caressing it.
Who am I kidding? I am a trembling mess yet I am trying to calm an enraged beast ? What hell!
"Whose brilliant idea was this?" He fumes when the doctor stands before us.
We all keep quiet. Dead quite! Nobody dares to respond to him, and that is his anger.
"Was I not audible enough? I asked a damn question and I believe nobody here is deaf dumb! What's going on?” He implores again with forced calmness. He is himself from barking, but I swear this calmness carries a lot more anger a roar would.
" You need help, son!" Her mother exclaims, the only brave person who ever him, but always, always, she loses in the end.
"I am not sick! I am not insane if that is what you think!" He bitterly defends the lies he wants to believe in.
"Maybe, but you are not yourself, Jerol. You need help, son. Please, let us help you.
We..."
"I do not need any help!" He slams the table, pulling his other hand away from me. I back, and if I thought his parents were confused by his outburst, now they are , including his father.
I compose myself and stand straight beside him. It is the only way I can show that I am his wife, and my role as his wife is to be beside him in good and bad times. Whether he is hurting me or not, I have to show my capabilities as a who adores her husband.
"Relax, man." The doctor mumbles, and I must salute his balls for having the guts to his mouth again after the deadly glare that Jerol is giving him. "Nobody thinks are not okay, alright? I just want us to have a manly talk. There is no harm in that, ?"
"Go fuck yourself, but do it out of my sight and out of my compound!"
Whoa!
The three pairs of eyes before us stare at each other in pure perplexity. We all are , except the beast himself. Her mother's mouth is hanging agape. Even I 't surmise he actually said that in front of his parents. What's more, he doesn't remorseful at all. He is still firing glances at the poor doctor who is also like the rest of us.
"In case you want me to break it down in a simpler way that you can comprehend, I you get the fucking hell out of my compound." He roars again, and at this , everyone looks at me, questionably? Pleadingly? I really can't decipher their , but I do what I think is right. I nod to the doctor, motioning for him to leave, he does after excusing himself.
"Son? You..." His father starts, but Jerol cuts him off in the most defiant way. He out furiously, and their gazes defeatedly shift to me the moment he disappears the castle.
I bow down to their questionable gazes, because I am also incapacitated just like . But they can't understand. The questions in their eyes say it all.
"Well? Can't you do anything as his supposed beloved distinguished wife?" The mocking voice of Mrs McCall makes me lift up my head, almost becoming by the situation.