EPISODE 1.
Everywhere in my room is quiet. I can hear myself think and my mind is as blank as a plain sheet. My husband, Rufus, is outside making preparations for our trip back home. Our loving honeymoon is slowly coming to an end. But the quiet moment is soon ruined by the children in the courtyard. Their itching screams makes my skin crawl, it is like insects crawling and it makes me break out in hives.
“Baby, shall we go?”.
I looked at the children from the balcony of my bedroom, when I heard my husband's call to me. Him wrapping his cold hands around my waist, crouching his hardened penis against my dress. Horny bastard.
“ Is the car ready?”.
I lowered my head and slowly slipped away from him. Rufus' eyes grow hungry every minute we spend alone in the room. He definitely wants to spread my legs and be inside me.
“ Yes, let's go”.
He manages to contain his desires, allowing me to walk out of the room first.
The children staying at the house gather the both of us. “ Uncle!! Aunty!”. They chant nonstop. Rufus pulls the car door open and pushes me inside, while he deals with the annoying chants of the children around us.
One- two - three…… five? They keep increasing in numbers.
Their mothers soon arrive to take their children away. They all bend their heads and give a farewell to Rufus and a little to myself. I wave once and block my ears with the earbuds my husband bought at the store.
Fifteen minutes later
Rufus starts the car, reverses back and makes a U-turn to leave. The children are all waving at us as we take our leave..
Two weeks here can make a sane person go completely insane.
On the road, Rufus turns on the radio and our favourite song is being played.
“ Do you remember,”
“….. when we first met?
He slightly took his eyes from the road..
“ Yes….. I haven't forgotten “.
“…. Please, focus “.
I said, turning his face back..
“ Awwn!”
“…. Remember when we first kissed?”.
He asked, grabbing the wheel tightly with both hands.
Is my husband trying to tell me something or wants to get us killed?
“ Baby, I remember everything”
“…. focus “ I straightened my back, slightly giving out a smile.
“ Nice, very nice”.
He nodded affirmatively, smiling back.
What an awkward conversation
I began to feel thirsty and urgently needed something to quench my dry throat. I see a man selling ice cream from his moving truck and order Rufus to stop.
We obeyed and got me two cones of chocolate ice-cream. He does not like eating too many sugary things, so both of them were mine for the taking.
I enjoyed the ice cream alone, not offering any to my husband. Rufus, happy as long as I am, kept singing songs like we were at a concert..
Too loud….. shut up!!!
I endured my husband's annoyingly loud singing till we reached his family house. My face suddenly darken, my heart beat from normal to a hundred.
I don't want to be here.
But I have too
Rufus takes our bags inside his parents' gigantic house. Their expensive decor is nauseating in a good way. I am pleased yet worried at the same time.
“ Hey, welcome!!”.
Mrs Lorraine, my beautiful as well as naive mother-in-law embraces us.
Her perfume lingers around Rufus and myself like a thread tying us up.
“ Hi, mom”.
“…. I've missed you “. Her precious son replied.
“ Awwn! Me too!!”. She grabs our hands and forces us to sit on the couch, holding hands next to each other.
Where is he?
Our arrival causes the entire house to erupt in celebration. They are not just celebrating the return of their precious, gold son home.
Rufus is the heir to a massive fortune.
The only one knowledgeable enough to control the family's fortune.
“ Hello, my handsome brother”.
A handsome man approached us. He takes Rufus up by the shoulder and they hug.
He hasn't changed at all..
“ And you're…..”
“ ….. Sarah, right?”.
“…. My brother's beautiful wife “.
He extended his hands to touch my shoulder, but I moved away quickly.
My behaviour is reasoned awkwardly by my mother-in-law and husband..
Rufus covers up by laughing.
“ I'm sorry bro”
“ …. My wife doesn't like touching “.
He lies on my behalf..
I do like touching.
But not by a monster.
Daniel Edward.
He's a monster.
“ That's alright”
“…. Welcome to the family “.
He waves happily at us..
Our bags are taken to our bedroom. Rufus and his brothers go outside to speak, leaving me alone with my mother-in-law.
“ Do you need anything?”.
She calls for a cup of coffee to be brought to me.
“No, I'm alright”
“…. But can I go to my bedroom?”.
I ask her, looking anxiously as the maid may make her way upstairs to the room.
“ Sure, go on”
She shook her head, allowing me to leave.
I grabbed my jacket and navigated my steps up the stairs. The squeaky clean staircase, and the detailed family portrait on the wall.
Those happy faces make me want to throw up.
Daniel Edward, that bastard.
“Ma'am, if you need anything”
“…. Don't hesitate to send it to me “ .
The young maid tells me before leaving. .
I took my time and surveyed the entire bedroom. It is spacious and has a walk-in closet for Rufus and myself .
This can also be used as a makeup, fuck session for us .
I open my luggage and take out some of my clothes. I neatly arrange them and also stack my shoes in their position.
It takes me two hours to finish unpacking before heading downstairs. I haven't seen my husband for a while, so I am worried.
On my way to the kitchen, I bumped into my brother-in-law. Daniel's eyes were on me like a hawk about to capture his prey.
It became uncomfortable.
I turn my back to leave, but my clothes unfortunately get caught on his man bangle.
Instantly memories came flooding back.
The eerie feeling of that unfaithful night.
Move, stupid!!
My legs stopped working as I remained on the stairs, with my brother-in-law holding my dress.
Do something.
Say something.
As my legs stopped working, so did my mouth. I was completely frozen beyond saving.
“ Sarah, I've been looking for you”
Rufus walked up and slowly recovered the part of my dress tied on his brother's bangle.
“ Oh! Sarah accidentally got herself tangled with me”.
He laughs, awkwardly holding his wrist…
“ I understand” .
“… it was an accident “.
Rufus' words come out dry.
He grabs my hand tightly like a jealous lover and brings me to the room.
Is Rufus's behaviour strange or am I overthinking it?