OLIVIA
“Lies from the pit of hell. You thought you could fool me, right? Do you think I’m a kid who can be easily manipulated by your cheap lies? Just so you know, I’m smarter than you can ever imagine,” I rudely spoke to Cyril.
I stood right in front of him and nearly spat on his face.
He sighed. “I see you want trouble, and I am not giving you that. I just recovered from a severe brain injury. I would rather not let you add to my list of problems because you’re not worth it,”
“You can say whatever you want, but the truth remains that I’m not letting him leave until this issue is resolved.
You should know that giving up isn’t part of my dictionary,” I was adamant.
I was becoming a force to reckon with
“If you ever wish for peace, you will open the damn phone and show me your call logs. I want to confirm who you’re talking with. I have every reason to believe that you’re lying to me, and you know that” I dared Cyril.
His body language was enough reason for me to believe that he wasn’t having a business call. The guilt is written over his face regardless of how he tries to conceal it.
“Do you think I would lie to you?
I’m so disappointed that you don’t even trust me. Remind me how long we’ve been married again. Have I ever lied to you before?” He frowned to play the victim card. He had no idea that I was battle-ready for him.
“Have you ever lied to me? I don’t want to believe that you want me to answer that question. Let me guess. That’s a prank, isn’t it? Your whole life is a lie, Cyril and you know that. Don’t you dare play the victim card? Just unlock the damn phone and show me who you’re talking to.” I confronted him. I refused to allow myself to be fooled by his antics.
“You want to know who I was talking to on the phone? Are you sure you can handle the truth? I already see you fidgeting.” He asked me after a brief silence.
I stayed mute to maul over my response. I wasn’t sure what I wanted anymore. The question appeared in a way to make me feel guilty.
I was caught between letting it go or telling Cyril to proceed with his explanation.
“Tell me!
I am in for it,”
I told Cyril while trying to assure myself that’s what I want.
Leaning forward, he whispered into my ears, “It’s Rene. Deal with it, you evil bitch”
At the mention of Rene, my heart stopped pumping blood. I suddenly felt this meltdown inside of me.
The pressure was immense.
I forgot where I was.
My lips were glued.
I stuttered at every attempt to speak.
I couldn’t fathom how Cyril was able to paralyze my lips with his utterances.
“So what now?
Do you suddenly lose your vocals or what? I thought you wanted me to reveal who I was talking to. That’s precisely what I did. I expected feedback from you,” Cyril mocked me to compound my woes.
Just when I thought he was done mocking me, he started laughing.
It wasn’t just ordinary laughter.
It’s the type that sends hate to my heart.
“You son of a bitch!” I got pissed off and punched him in the eyes.
He fell on the bed, holding his eyes in pain.
I wanted to run away and, at the same time, smash his head against the wall until he lost his memory again. That way, I won’t have to worry about him being an abusive husband.
A few minutes had gone, and Cyril was still on the bed, nursing the pain in his eyes.
It was currently, I knew I was in for some everlasting torture.
I got scared and ran to the living room to meet Kate.
“I am coming for you, bitch,” Cyril screamed from the living room.
“We need to leave immediately,”
I informed Kate.
“Leave where?
What are you talking about?
What happened between the both of you?” Kate asked me. She couldn’t understand what was happening.
“Are you deaf
You should stay back if it pleases you. Do you want Cyril to come and hit you?” I screamed into the ears of Kate, hoping she would stop asking questions and come up with me.
“I will come with you but not until you explain to me what’s going on because right now, I’m confused.” She told me and remained firm in her decision.
I haven’t witnessed that resilient part of her before. She seemed impossible to deal with.
“I hit Cyril in the face.
I was lucky to escape because he was still on the ground. Do you care to imagine what would happen if he gets on his feet again?” I bowed to pressure and explained to Kate just to satisfy her curiosity since she was refusing to let me leave.
“You did what?
How could you?”
She screamed.
Her voice was so loud I had to quickly shut her up before she got Cyril’s attention.
“Oops, we have a problem,” Kate muttered in fear while pointing at someone I could barely see.
Before I got the chance to ask my question, she went to hide behind me.
“Who are you pointing at?
And why are you hiding behind me? Care to explain what’s going on because right now, you’re messing with my brain,” I berated Kate.
I considered that a childish attitude from her.
Still, she refused to speak while her hands were still pointed towards the indivisible being.
I was forced to look behind me, and behold me, I saw Cyril dragging his box down the stairs.
It could only mean one thing; he was moving out of the house.
“What exactly is going on, and where are you taking the box to?” I asked Cyril while edging closer to him. I never for once considered the possibility of him hitting me.