Bleeding

"Sh..." he hushed me as I tried to stop him from going any further.

His hand went to the hand of my bra and he wanted to remove it right there in the dining room but my sixth sense kicked in and I turned sharply and gave him a slap across the face.

He held his cheek that I had slapped and I placed my hand over my mouth in surprise. I didn't mean for it to be that hard and didn't even know that a slap could hurt that much. My hand could feel the sting and I felt pity for my hand more than his face.

To avoid any more issues, I grabbed my top and ran upstairs, straight to my room and locked the door. I let out a sigh of relief and placed my head on the door as I slipped to the floor with my eyes closed. How did I get myself into this problem?

Suddenly, I heard the sound of someone clearing his throat. I turned and jumped up in fear.

Wait! How? Gerard was in my room, on my bed. But how's that even possible? I locked the door and I was sure I left him in the dining room.

He got out of bed like a hunter trying to catch its prey but more elegantly and scarily and walked towards me. I didn't even remember to unlock the door because I knew I was already done for.

"I told you not to make me violent, wife." drums and cymbals were the characteristics of how my heart was pounding.

What is he doing here? How did he even get in? I asked myself over and over again trying to figure out the answers when I had already been told.

He got so close to me and I held my breath afraid that if I spoke, it would elevate his anger.

"Seems you like it when other people are violent with you. Just like your mother was violent," his finger trailed down my cheek down to my chin.

"Just like those village people were violent to you, and..." he placed his hand on my throat and choked me slightly but his remaining words could not leave his mouth. I knew what he wanted to talk about. It was about yesterday's incident. The incident with that mad man. I still couldn't understand how I got back here but my mind told me that he had something to do with it.

He stared at me straight in the eye with fury written all over his face. "Why did you do it, Ayla? Why did you run off yesterday of all days?" I stared at him scared and speechless. I didn't know what to say. I mean, what could I say that I haven't already said? I only wanted to leave this place.

His eyes literarily turned red causing me to widen my eyes in fear. "I am talking to you." his grip around my neck tightened and I found it difficult to breathe.

I raised my fist and hit his hand as my face turned pale but his gaze looked like he wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

Finally, he let go of my neck just when I thought I was going to die. I fell to the ground and held my neck as I tried to catch a breath.

He turned around and I knew he was trying to conceal his anger that was slowly creeping out.

Gerard held his hair tightly. 'She has no idea how I felt when I got home and couldn't find her anywhere. Does she even know that we aren't in the country? Where did she think she was going to? Now because of her, my punishment has only increased.'

Gerard pushed the kits on the dressing mirror and flung the chair in anger. I closed my ears and silently hoped that I wouldn't get hit by any of the things he was flinging.

I wasn't expecting him to throw so many tantrums just because I tried to escape. I mean, this is something he should have expected.

He sighed heavily and I could even hear his sighs from across the room. I held my head and with my knees up and my head bowed.

I could hear his light steps and the sound of the door opening and shutting but still, I didn't dare to lift my head. I simply hugged my knee and slide to and fro.

Not too long after, I could hear the sound of the door opening again. I held my breath thinking that he was the one but as I peeked to see who it was, I realized that they were just maids and they were cleaning the room.

I sighed in relief but didn't move from where I sat. I sat on the cold floor and waited till they all left the room.

When I heard the door close, I stood up and tried to walk to my bed and that was when I noticed it. I was bleeding through my nose and the moment I stood up, I began to feel dizzy. It was my illness.

I thought it was gone for good since the last time it happened was three years ago when my father died but it seems I was wrong.

I staggered to get to my bed and held my head as it banged. That was when I felt his hands around my waist. His panicking voice was fading and his picture was blurry but those beautiful heterochromia eyes were visible to me even in my dizzy state. Subconsciously, I mentioned his name, wolfy.

I woke up with a headache and I could perceive the smell of medicine and injection. I instinctively tried to sit up but the drip hurt my hand and someone was holding on to my second hand.

"What are you doing? You shouldn't get up like that." his calm yet bold voice resonated in the quiet room.

I furrowed my brow and looked at him. It was Gerard, my so-called husband. This is the first time I'm seeing that look on his face. He looked like he was worried and this was not a sight that just anyone could see every day.

I blinked twice after hearing his words and laid back down. My neck was hurting and I desperately wanted to sit but I wasn't ready for another round of argument.

As though he knew what I needed, he helped me up even without me asking and arranged the pillow for me to lean on.

"Thank you." politely, I thanked him. At least today, he was behaving like the good husband that he's supposed to be. I'm tired of all the arguments and I just want to live the rest of my life peacefully. Even if it means I must stay with him.

"I will go and call the doctor." He didn't even respond to my word of appreciation and just walked out of the room leaving me alone inside.

This is my room and not a hospital. Gerard had called a doctor to come to the house just because of me. But where did all this equipment come from? If I wasn't conversant with this room enough, I would have called it a hospital. The white painting of the room made it even worse.