Married To My Bully

Million Death

How should you feel when the person who gave you the world's best orgasm later reveals that he has killed? What are you supposed to do when you learn that you are married to a murderer. That too of his own father and by the look of it, he doesn't regret it. What advice would you give to a person who discovers that the person she is falling for has snuffed a life?

I knew Alex had many layers of mysteries to him. But this was something I had never expected. I was shocked to the core. Terrified to the bone. Appalled to the soul. 

His bone-chilling words pierced through my soul like a sharp-edged sword. Despite the odds, I always hoped that maybe someday he would see beyond his prejudices and accept our relationship. Maybe someday I would succeed in making him forget his past sufferings and look at the brightest side of life. Maybe I would be able to make him fall for me just the way I was falling for him. But just one truth had my all hopes, all dreams crumble to the ground. Alex is not broken, he is destructive.       

"I killed him," I couldn't sleep as his statement kept haunting my thought. It's nerve chilling. My mind stayed on the alert mode the whole night, even though, I knew he wouldn't kill me because if it were his plan, he would have done it a long time ago. But I also knew I wasn't on his good side either. So as they say better safe than sorry. I had bolted my room but my eyes continued to dart towards the door all through the night. I had made up my mind. I was going to leave this place the first thing in the morning. Leave him. My heart squeezed at the thought but I didn't let it influence my decision. I can't feel this way for a murderer.

A part of me was terrified yet the other was miffed at him. This was a tiny part but more vehement. Why did he have to kill someone? Things would have been so different and hopeful. I had promised myself and god that I'll make good on my wedding vows. I'll hold him in sickness and health. And will stick by him till death do us part. Then why?

 I could have lived with his grumpy self but living with a murderer is a whole different thing. My conscience would never allow it no matter how much my traitorous heart would yearn for it. For him. I had tangled myself in a deep mess but now was not the time to whine over it. I was going to set it right, at least for me. 

No matter how much I wanted to guard my door, my eyelids started to droop as the dawn was going to break and sleep took hostage of me. 

The clock read 2:00 PM when I checked it as I woke up. Looks like I overslept. The realization made me jump out of my bed. I was late for the office. I started running across the room like a headless chicken. Fetching, clothes from one corner, taking towels from another. Just as I was about to get into the bathroom, my phone screeched, prompting me to halt in my track. Must be Shirley. I ran back to collect my phone. 

I was right, it was from the office but not from Shirley, from Ian. I answered the call and turned on my heels towards the bathroom. 

"Did you speak with Alex sir?" he asked. I heard the urgency dripping from his voice. And just like that, the events of last night began to rewind themselves in my head. Our proximity. His breath and my neck. His lips, and my skin. And his brutal confession too. Goosebumps covered my skin when his words echoed in my head.  

"Crystal...are you there?" Ian's voice broke me away from my thoughts. 

"I..I am sorry..Yes, I am listening," I replied 

"Okay. Will you please speak with him. Listen, I really don't want to go. Me and Shirley, we have just started getting along. Will you please?" I felt the desperation in his voice. He really liked her and I couldn't find it in me to deny him. I didn't get my chance at love but that didn't mean I would ruin his. Also, I had to inform Alex that I am leaving before moving out. So I heaved a sigh and assured him that I will speak with Alex. Again. My insides curled at the prospect. He asked me if I was coming to the office. I looked around my room and told him that I wouldn't. I didn't tell him though that I had to pack my stuff.