“What!, He got married to you!?” Gary blurts in a fit of rage. Lesley nodded, sniffing.
“It was a court wedding.”
Blaine never left me out of his sight. There was security every whenever I went. And maybe I was a coward, I never protested. He told me I would consent to the marriage, I cared less. My life was already a mess.
My sisters visited one day. They couldn’t believe I got married to my own brother. They asked if I was okay with the idea, and I told them I was. They never saw the pain in my eyes. Never saw my faux smile, didn’t pick out how my voice croaked.
They were angry at me, and embittered about it. Who wouldn’t be?, seeing their siblings marrying themselves sounded so absurd. I knew if I voiced anything out to them, Blaine would kill them. They left and never came back. For years I made my pillow my companion. it always muffled my tears, my pains , my sorrows. He always gave me a lotion to rub, it always concealed my scars I had on my body, and it made them heal fast. He was obsessed about me, he always called me his little slut. Yeah I was, cos I did all he asked me, without complaints. He always hit it bare, and I’m always on contraceptives. Two months after the death of my kid, I was carrying his child-my brother’s child.
I told him about it, begged him to kill me, to let me die and leave. He had beaten me up black and blue and in my state, had sex with me. I was given abortion pills. I felt like I wanted to die and I was happy. It continued for years.
Then one day I could take it no more. I tried soffocating my self with a pillow, but Blaine always had someone watch over me, a lady. She was kind, and always made sure I ate well.
That was the little she could do. I was a prisoner in his home for years. I was his pawn, his sex toy, his mistress. Sometimes I would go about naked in his apartment. And it made him happy to see my nude.
I tried another alternative, I begged the maid to give me a phone. She did and I dialed the emergency line. I confessed my predicament to the cops and gave them the address. They did come, but it only brought me more troubles. They were bribed by Blaine, and they left. That day I was beaten to the point that I was bleeding from my nose. I was in coma for days, when I woke up. I saw the kind lady. She had a deep scar running down her cheek. Blaine had done it to her. I was sorry for her, I resigned to fate. He had his way all the time without struggle. My skin was pale, my eyes without colour and my mind without emotions- I was a living dead.
Lesley paused as her body began to wrack with sobs. Gary’s eyes were glazed. He looked at Lesley and his heart reached out to her. She had gone through what no one would have beared to go through. She’s a rare breed, she’s like a vixen, strong. He looked at her. She sniffed, her face red from too much crying.
“I decided to plan a last move, and if it doesn’t work out I’d resign to fate.” She hung her head down and continued.
I planned to kill Blaine. I and the maid, I told myself it was gonna be my last fight for freedom. I planned when he had sex with me. I planned when I was crying on my pillow, planned when I was being beaten by him. Even while he injected me with drugs, I planned.
On one of his usual nights, I protested, he was raged and hit me on the head with the bed lamp. It created a gash. I still protested. He was furious. He never expected me to protest cos I always let him have his way easily. He left but returned back, with a gun, a silencer was attached to it I saw my opportunity. I let him have his way. He dropped the gun on the bed. And while he was in his ecstacy, I reached for the bedlamp and slammed it against his head. It was a hard blow, it created a gash on his head, but Blaine was strong. He tried to reach for his gun, but I shoved him with the little strength I had and grabbed the gun. I was without emotions, my emotions were dead. I never intended to use it on him, but he wanted to use the intercom, and I pulled the trigger. It hit him in his stomach and he couldn’t shout. I saw my freedom, what I had wanted, and I make a leapt for it. I escaped with the help of the maid.
I had taken his credit card, I knew his password, and there were lots of cash in it. I tried contacting my sisters, so they could report the case to the court, but I was never let out of the house, so I had no means of reaching them. I lived in a hotel in Atlanta for two months, in which I tried to regain my old self. I was on therapy, and had a female therapist. she was kind, and we became close friends. But one day, I heard her speaking over the phone, telling whoever It was my address. I knew I wasn’t safe anymore, and I escaped out of Atlanta. I decided to start a new life with a new identity. I changed my identity card, replaced it with a new name and dyed my hair brown. I decided to lock away my past, it was what I never wanted to relish. I made rules, rules of which I tried keeping. I didn’t stay up to a month in Newyork, before breaking the rules. I made a friend, Stacy… and I fell for you.
….
Lesley looked at Gary, he already had tears in his eyes He bit his lip. Lesley looked down again.
“That was why I had fainted the time you had taken me to that hotel in Atlanta. That was the hotel I had stayed. That was why I was also uncomfortable when we went for the anniversary party, cos I saw him there. I knew he would stop at nothing to have me back, his obsession was too strong.
Then again I thought I had found love once again, but Brie told me stuffs about you that I never wished to hear, and seeing you make out with Brie, I felt used. It felt as though my life wasn’t worth living, I wanted to go faraway from people.” She sniffs.
“I guess my past said No.” broke down into sobs again. Gary gritted his teeth.
“What did she tell you about me?” Lesley looked up at him.
“Sh-she said you were a serial killer, and an assassinator. I began to imagine all sort of things. I felt maybe you were associated with Blaine and you would kill me.” Gary groans.
“She is right, but I was once a serial killer, not until five years ago. I killed my own sister when I was sent to kill a top politician. She was a slut, and was with him that night. I had pulled the trigger twice in her head, before realising I had killed her. My whole world shattered, I loved her like no other person and I killing her triggered a lot of emotions in me. I quit, and went into something more decent. I became a transporter of gold, diamonds and any other stuff that costs billions” Lesley shook her head in self pity.
“I’m…. I’m sorry Gary, for everything. you don’t deserve to be dead, but my stupid damn ill luck, brought you back here. There is no escape he would kill you” Gary scoffs.
“Not when my hands are untied” He say with a smirk. Lesley gasps on seeing the rope loose. Although it was still around his hand to avoid suspicion from the guards at the far end of the room. Lesley face dissolved into a smile, and she was smiling through her tears. Gary smiled back. She saw hope once again.
“I would take you out of here…. in one piece, and we would celebrate New year like I had told you okay” Lesley nodded continuously, smiling and crying at the same time. The door opened and Blaine ambles in.
“Time up lovers” He was smoking a pipe. Right behind him, a guy decked out in black and white suit comes in.
“Francis!” Lesley and Gary blurts out simultaneously.
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