YARA’S POINT OF VIEW
“Who is he?” Walter said. his eyes were red with rage, his hands were balled up in a fist, his face was set in a frown, he was sitting there at the entrance room. I held on to the grey hoodie that laid over my gown.
“What do you mean? Who is who?” I asked back doing my utmost best to feign ignorance, I am so fucking nervous right now!
He stood up from where he had been seating with one of his legs down and the other one crossed vertically over the one that is touching the ground.
“Don’t lie to me Yara, it never ends well for people who do that plus I like having you around so don’t make me do something that we would both regret.” Walter said ominously as he walked around me in a circle. I stood there frozen in place, scared half to death, I remember that night, I remember what he did to Olivia, I remember the haunting sound of her last yell, if he can do that to Olivia Reverra with all her money and influence, if that can happen without him been taken to court for his actions, I don’t think anything can stop him from hurting me because nobody which question it if I go missing, I doubt anybody would even notice.
“So tell me now Yara, who is he?” Walter asked again. This time he hand loosely around my neck, my back was to the wall. I closed my eyes, there is no way I am ratting Blake out, I know what Walter is capable of, he would kill him and his death would be all because of me, all because of the fact that I have a jealous possessive husband who can cheat on me whenever and however he wants but hurts people when I so much as stare at them for more than one second.
I opened my eyes and look away from him, I was going to crawl back into my old skin of fear but I remembered what he did to me at the restroom at the award show, how he made a mockery of our marriage by fucking a random girl in there, which is both disgusting and disrespectful.
I thought of this Walter’s vile act and it gave me the courage to say what I have been wanting to say since we got back home from the show, since he brush the whole issue of with pillow talks and his dick in me.
“You know what fuck you Walter!” I yelled, pushed him, he let me go easily because he was a little taken aback by my outburst. I moved to the table at the side of the entrance room, we sometimes have lunch in here so I knew there would be a knife there, Susanne sometimes leaves the kitchen knife on the table, I don’t know why, her presumed forgetfulness used to annoy me before but today it might indeed be a blessing in disguise.
I had my back to the table and my hands at my back, I searched for the knife with hand, when I found it, it felt like I had hit a gold mine.
Walter was already in front of me, he looked like he could kill me at this moment.
“You can cheat on me whenever you want but I can’t?! You must be delusional!” His hands were balled up in a fist, I was scared he that he was going to strike me with it but he punched the wall behind me instead.
“Why do you have to be so fucking difficult.” Walter said with rage coursing through his normally peaceful voice.
“I already told you it is you I love, it was just a flitting moment with her but what I feel for you is forever.” He said, caressing my cheek all the signs of anger gone by now.
“Stay the fuck away from me!” I yelled as I waved the kitchen knife in front of me, as I pointed it at him. I moved back. I was a bit surprised that he could get scared like that, it gave me all the courage I needed.
“I am leaving you…right the fuck now… if you try to hurt me or prevent me from going this knife will do justice to the situation.
He laughed and laughed again like I am some sort of stand up comedian and my joke is really funny. I frowned not really grasping the rationale behind his laughter.
“You can go if you want Yara but that guy what’s his name again? Blake Winters would have to pay as you know I believe so much in an eye for an eye, you can call me a caveman if you want but that is the only way of life that makes sense to me.” He said with a grin, speaking in the same patronizing tone that one uses for a dumb kid.
He moved out of my way.
“Go, leave if that is what you want but I can assure you that you will be back and this time you would be the one begging me to take you in and because I love you I will take you in.” Walter said with a chilling smile, I felt shivers run down my spine, there is something really ominous about everything he does and says.
I moved through the space between us, I walked out of the side dining room, into and through the entrance room and out the door.
The weather was a lot colder than it was when Blake dropped me off, I breathed warm air on to my cold palm as I walked out the door.
I had this familiar feeling, this itch, this burning at the back of my neck, that feeling you get when you know someone is watching you from behind. I had that exact feeling so I turned back only to see Walter watching me from the opened window.
He smiled at me and waved goodbye.
“Till we meet again Yara,” he said with that sickening smile.
I quickened my pace, got to the gate and told the guards there to open the gate for me to pass, they called Walter, I guess he told them to because they opened the gate.
“She would be back… they always come back.” One of the guards whispered to the other as I left.
I walked into the cold lonely street not really sure where to go or what to do, there was an empty wooden bench at the side of the road, I sat on it as I thought of my next move. Sighing I fished out my phone from my pocket and dialed my last caller… Blake…