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Red
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I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand.I could vividly recall how this all started...I was married to a Beast,who took pleasure in seeing my tears and wails of agony,He smiled whenever he saw me cry but it wasn't so when we were dating and few months into our marriage....He worshipped the path I walked on...I was his Goddess,His soul mate he had said...At thanksgiving at his mother's place he has proposed and I said yes... Rush was the love of my life and I was his or so I thought...everything was perfect and we were the envy of all,bringing couples together and setting an example for others to follow.I loved playing the Piano,He loved seeing me in Red..
I had asked for a Black piano...he obliged and got me a Piano but a white one...He chose my dresses,He chose my diet,he chose my drinks,He practically lived my life..
We went to cocktails,balls,dinners...I either wore Red or beige or Magenta or Grey...He wouldn't hear less...We were carefree why wouldn't we be,we were married, we were legal. We found comfort in each other's arms...never been able to get enough of the other...each encounter seemed new and better like old wine
The house always shook from the pleasures we gave each other...we lost control,we didn't need it...We had each other to hold on to till death do us part...
Then I was pregnant...this news would never go well with Rush;like his name he lived with the spur of the moment tagging me along without letting me stop to catch a breath...I had to break it to him it wasn't an option...it was a must,He wasn't ready for a child..He was scared and too jealous to share me with another being even if that being came from his loins...The night where it began I had made his favorite...lit up scented candles...Played on our Vintage stereo our favorite song "Call you mine-Bebe Rexha",I was dressed in that red lingerie he loved seeing me on...My dark locks down just how he liked it...
I heard him drive him,heard the click of the car lock,heard the heavy taps of his shoes on the tiles...He was home,He had to know...He smiled,we kissed...He was curious about the Unusual dinner...we ate,we drank,we sang,we danced and we were light headed from the Wine...Things got heated,He always knew my spot...my switch...I was lost but I had a reason for that night...and then I spilled it; "I'm pregnant!"...He stared,looked at me for a long time that I thought would never end and then...he laughed. This laugh wasn't the one I knew...it was scary,strange and he told me I was joking,I wish I was but I wasn't. Rush realised I wasn't making jokes and then he told me I'll get rid of the pregnancy...but first for tonight I wasn't going...
I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand.I could vividly recall how this all started...I was married to a Beast,who took pleasure in seeing my tears and wails of agony,He smiled whenever he saw me cry but it wasn't so when we were dating and few months into our marriage....He worshipped the path I walked on...I was his Goddess,His soul mate he had said...At thanksgiving at his mother's place he has proposed and I said yes... Rush was the love of my life and I was his or so I thought...everything was perfect and we were the envy of all,bringing couples together and setting an example for others to follow.I loved playing the Piano,He loved seeing me in Red..
I had asked for a Black piano...he obliged and got me a Piano but a white one...He chose my dresses,He chose my diet,he chose my drinks,He practically lived my life..
We went to cocktails,balls,dinners...I either wore Red or beige or Magenta or Grey...He wouldn't hear less...We were carefree why wouldn't we be,we were married, we were legal. We found comfort in each other's arms...never been able to get enough of the other...each encounter seemed new and better like old wine
The house always shook from the pleasures we gave each other...we lost control,we didn't need it...We had each other to hold on to till death do us part...
Then I was pregnant...this news would never go well with Rush;like his name he lived with the spur of the moment tagging me along without letting me stop to catch a breath...I had to break it to him it wasn't an option...it was a must,He wasn't ready for a child..He was scared and too jealous to share me with another being even if that being came from his loins...The night where it began I had made his favorite...lit up scented candles...Played on our Vintage stereo our favorite song "Call you mine-Bebe Rexha",I was dressed in that red lingerie he loved seeing me on...My dark locks down just how he liked it...
I heard him drive him,heard the click of the car lock,heard the heavy taps of his shoes on the tiles...He was home,He had to know...He smiled,we kissed...He was curious about the Unusual dinner...we ate,we drank,we sang,we danced and we were light headed from the Wine...Things got heated,He always knew my spot...my switch...I was lost but I had a reason for that night...and then I spilled it; "I'm pregnant!"...He stared,looked at me for a long time that I thought would never end and then...he laughed. This laugh wasn't the one I knew...it was scary,strange and he told me I was joking,I wish I was but I wasn't. Rush realised I wasn't making jokes and then he told me I'll get rid of the pregnancy...but first for tonight I wasn't going...
