I immediately pulled out my phone and recorded the scene. At that point, the people in the room were begging. It was my sister’s husband. The same man we called severally to come pick his wife up. Is that how he usually behaved with her? Has my sister been hiding how shitty her husband is too?
“Lying bastards,” I spat to him, the lady who was with him and my husband, Rick. Oh, how I wasn’t even moved by seeing my husband there. It was very normal and usual to see him. He wasn’t even begging. But I was indeed shocked to my marrows to see Vincent, my sister’s husband.“Wait, wait, Jane, don’t tell Sheba please,” he pleaded and I let out a very loud cackle.“What do you take me for? Like who exactly do you think I am? Not to tell my sister about how shitty you are? You must be mad,” I scoffed, still holding my phone up, recording.“It’s the work of the alcohol, I was drunk. I’m still drowsy from all the drinking and partying, it’s just an honest mistake, Jane please, don’t,” he pleaded, holding the sheets up to his private parts so I wouldn’t see but I laughed at the scene.“So you’re still drunk, yet you know that I am recording you now and you don’t want to get in trouble with my sister? So you are drunk and you realize you’re naked and that’s why you’re covering yourself up? So you’re drunk and you drove yourself all the way to my house, parked carefully at my garage!” I snapped at him while he started sobbing.“Jane, please. I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me,” he pleaded with my phone still in my hand.“Oh come of it! But why my house? My house of all places and with my husband? You have the full loaded audacity to come to my house to have a threesome with my husband?” I yelled and he was already whimpering, while I could notice the lady from the corner of my eye getting bored of the drama already.“I’m sorry Jane,” he muttered amidst sobs.“I thought you were on my side Vincent! Always acting like you’re a fucking saint! Always there to console me alongside my sister whenever my shit hole husband here hit me!” I yelled, crossing my arms under my breasts, taking time to have a good look at the three of them one by one.“What a shame,” I muttered, more to myself but I didn’t care if they heard me.I was embarrassed to say the least. I was embarrassed at what my household was turning into. My husband would bring in ladies at his leisure and embarrass me in my own house and now, Vincent?I made to leave the room and no body moved an inch, it was as though they were waiting for my next line of action. I just shook my head and left the room. I walked out to the living room and found my sister sleeping peacefully on the couch. She was snoring. Of course. I decided to let her lay on the couch while I went upstairs to get a duvet and a pillow for her. While I made sure she was comfortable, I looked at my beautiful sister’s face.“No body deserves these kind of husbands Sheba,” I whispered, caressing her head while tears rolled down freely from my face.I hadn’t noticed any movement coming from the room and none of them had left so I ran upstairs to my drawer and brought out my pistol.“These people really think I’m playing or that old Jane. I’ll blow some heads off tonight!” I said, angrily flying down the stairs till I got to the guest room.I caught them at it again. “Do you people ever learn?!” I yelled corking the gun and pointing it at them.“I’m sorry! We’ll leave now!” The lady spoke up, shaking and trying hard to put on her clothes as quickly as she could.“Get out!” I yelled, the gun still pointing at them.“Jane, calm down. Put the gun down,” Rick spoke up and those were the first words he said to me since I got back.“You wouldn’t want to hurt anyone so put the gun down,” he said slowly while he wore his own clothes looking at me as though he was trying to prevent me from harming him.“Oh come on Rick, if I were to pull this trigger, I would pull it in your direction and guess where I would aim for huh? You guessed right! I would aim for your fucking balls you fucking idiot!” I snapped and first, the girl ran as fast as she could past me and through the living room to get to the door while my husband and Vincent were still looking at me.“It doesn’t have to be this way Jane,” he said, with his hands up in the air. I was sure I looked very pissed and would actually pull the trigger but I wasn’t about to enter a case with the police so I held back as much as I wanted to ruin his manhood.“Rick! Look at what you do to me! The disrespect, the hitting! The cheating! I know I’m a contract wife but at least show some fucking respect! But no, you were a complete idiot before I even married you! I should have seen that. But I ignored those red flags!” I put the gun down slowly, putting it in my back pocket.“You, get out out!” I pointed at Vincent asking him to leave and he whimpered, running out like a little child, into the living room, then a while after, I heard the entrance door close up.I took one last long glare at Rick and all I could do was to shake my head. Maybe he needed therapy or deliverance from his extreme obsession with stupidity. I walked carefully out of the room, checked on my sister on the couch and she was good then walked up the stairs and into my bed room.As I lay on my bed, flashbacks of the union between Rick and I, started to hunt me.……….………..“What are you doing in my home?!” I thundered, catching Rick for the first time with a woman on our matrimonial bed. I had just gotten back from a visit to my sisters. And Rick and I had just made love the previous night. He had promised me the world, he had promised me he would change. But I was still seeing the same version of him before me and even worse. That was the umpteenth time he had promised me of a change. What was I thinking believing him all of those times? Or was that what it was? Maybe I just decided to ignore the fact that he wasn’t mine or maybe it was something more.“Get out! Both of you!” I charged at the both of them but Rick wasn’t having it. “Jane! Stop this bullshit! Leave us alone now!” He thundered and I stood there like a hopeless sheep in the woods. Did he just disrespect me in the presence of his mistress? Was it a crime to love someone? Did he just ask me to leave the both of them in my matrimonial bed?“In case you have forgotten so quickly Rick, t
My sister was always an early riser while me, well I was just me. The incidents of the previous night just flashed like a movie in my head. I slowly got up from my bed, caressing my head because I had a terrible headache from my hangover. I was quite surprised my sister was up and doing that morning.“Hey, Jane. Good morning,” she cooed, smiling like a butterfly that had enough nectar.“Good morning Sheba,” I said, smiling dryly and slowly getting up from my bed weakly and trying to process what was going on that morning“Come, get up. You always wake up late! I thought you’ve let go of that habit,” she said, tapping my feet which made my eyes a bit clearer to look around my room and it was an absolute mess.“Sheba, I’ve got a huge headache. Please allow me to sleep for god’s sake!” I whined, slumping back into my bed.“Not on my watch missy!” She yelled grabbing me by my left leg and dragging me all the way off my bed.“Hey! I don’t want to fall!” I yelled, supporting myself with my
“No no Jane,” she persisted, getting up from her seat and making me sit down. She offloaded the tray and nudged me to eat.“You have to eat first, so you won’t pass out. You haven’t eaten in days!” She yelled and I instantly felt really bad for her. She’s a very good and kind person and didn’t deserve this happening to her. I thought of over a million ways I could convey the message to her but it just wasn’t working. I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I couldn’t bring myself to deliver such terrible news. But I needed to let her know. Just hopefully, she wouldn’t be as delusional as I was in my marriage.“The food wasn’t cooked to be stared at now,” she pressed. She walked over to my bed and sat on the edge with a coffee in her hand. I was sure she wasn’t going to leave until I had eaten something. I took a quick look at my sister. Beautiful woman with short red hair. Her curves bulging out through that black trouser she wore with a red peplum shirt. She had a little tattoo on the back
..................“No! You don't understand. I need you. I need you by my side all the time!” I pleaded with Rick. We had just graduated high school and it was time for us to part ways. Rick and I were high school sweethearts. We won couple of the year every single year till we graduated high school. I just didn’t understand why he wanted to move to a different city.“I know that beautiful. But my life is in France, pursuing art. We will still talk. We’ll still keep in touch. Our love won’t ever die,” he said cupping my face in his hands. I was already ruining my mascara with the tears pouring down from my face. He had invited me out to dinner with the text that read, “We Need To Talk.”I thought my love life with him was over and I was head over heels for him. I didn’t want to lose him to any woman at all. “You know that’s not possible. You know it’s impossible to keep up with loving you from so far. Who will get me flowers? Who will I hug and kiss when it’s winter? Who would I fuck
“Well, it’s just my mother. I told her we were getting married,” I said, afraid to complete the sentence, scared of what he was going to say or how that day was going to turn out. At that point, he was already unpacking his grocery while I stood by the kitchen counter, fiddling with my top. That used to be my favorite top at that moment. But it quickly became the most disgusting thing I’d ever worn because of the memories that came with the top.“Okay, great. What did she say?” He asked, kind of excited and I felt bad for what I was about to say but I had to say it anyways so I took a deep breath and out.“Well, she doesn’t approve,” I said and held my breath for a moment, waiting for a reaction but I saw none. “Did you hear me?” I repeated to know if he was actually listening.“Oh yea, I heard you, baby,” he said absentmindedly as he still rummaged through the grocery as though he was searching for something. “Shit! I forgot the sardine,” he spat but I was concerned that he had nothi
“Please… please, I’m so sorry. I just didn’t want to let you go! I was afraid!” I cried, tears pouring down freely from my eyes and down to the ground. He didn’t look like he was going to forgive me. I knew what I did was grave but I did it for love.“And that was the best way? Really Jane! Of all ways you could think of, that was the best way?” He thundered while I shook my head violently. He already picked up a knife to cut the pickle he had bought to make a sandwich for the both of us.“Look, I did it for us. I did it for love. Please don’t be like this baby,” I said and he shot me a very stern stare, I froze and was unable to utter any more words.“You know, all this was just a test to see who really cared for me and didn’t,” he started and I didn’t mutter a thing, I just let him finish.“Did you really think I’d leave my phone at home with you and head to the grocery store? Did you really think that I would invite you to my house out of the blue? What exactly were you thinking hu
Remember when I said I was going to allow the future to decide how chaotic my life choices would be? Yes, I did.“I got it!” I said, staring into my laptop that rainy afternoon. I had finally gotten to my house. I wasn’t in the mood to interact with anybody. “Eeww what happened to you?” I jammed my sister in the lobby. Of course, I completely ignored her. However, I shot her a very stern stare before I opened the door to my room and shut it behind me. “Weirdo,” I could hear her curse me from outside my door. I dropped the bag I was carrying like I was helpless and slid down my door with my face cupped in my hands. I couldn’t let tears stream down my face again because I was really cold and I cried all through the walk home. I was shivering yet I really couldn’t do much about it because the pain I felt in my heart surpassed all kinds of feelings. “Jane, are you okay?” I could hear my mom knock on my door from outside. I immediately got alarmed and shot up from the ground where I sat,
……………I opened my eyes slowly and everything was hazy and blurry. My head was banging with a serious headache and my tongue was really dry, I was so thirsty. I tried moving my fingers and I had no idea if they moved because so much pain and discomfort shot through my body like an electric shock.“Doctor! She’s awake!” I heard a voice shout from the background and I tried looking around to see where I was. I was in a hospital. “Doctor? What the fuck happened?” I muttered under my breath. I tried getting up and sitting up slowly on the bed but I was in so much pain and I was really thirsty so I decided to wait for whomever to get to my theatre.“Hi, Mrs Jane,” the doctor said, excitement beaming in his voice and I slowly turned my neck to the left side of the bed where he stood. I carefully opened my eyes to look at his face and my vision was finally clearing up.“Hi, can I get some water?” I said in a raspy voice and the doctor ordered a nurse to get some clean drinking water for me. “T