Cursed Vows

Just Say Yes

 "I hate you." He mouthed throwing his hands up at the sky. No expression on his face. He dropped his arms to his sides. They fell into the cool grass where he lay. There was a slight breeze and the night sky was moonless. He counted down in his head and wasn't disappointed when it came.

"I HATE YOU!" Came the voice from the large house behind him. There was a soft glow there from the windows. Then the sound of shattering glass. He moved his hands so they were behind his head. Like he was getting more comfortable for a nap, or to view the night sky.

"I wish you were dead." He mouthed this time. As if on cue her voice sounded shrill and annoying.

"I WISH YOU WERE DEAD!" There was a tightening in his throat as she shouted the words though this conversation had happened many times. He also felt that burn in his eyes but refused to shed tears. What for? He didn't really care about her. He was forced to, manipulated just as with all the others before her. He was never able to control it and he hated every minute of it.

He felt the tug on him. The pull to go to her where she was smashing items in his house. She'd never once cared about him or why he was the way he was. Which was fine. He couldn't tell her either, but lucky for her, her time in hell was limited. His seemed indefinite. He really wished she'd stop destroying things in his house however.

"I'm starting to wish I was dead too." He admitted sitting up and then moving to stand. He could no longer resist her shouts and screams. He was driven to do things that she didn't want him to do. To push himself on her so that she would be pushed to hate him. Even as he craved the need of her acceptance. However the moment she might start accepting him, he would end up doing something to make her hate him. Fucking curse, and oh the hate for the one that did this to him grew every day.

He raised his gaze from the ground and stopped walking looking at the woman standing there suddenly. However it wasn't the one from the house. The feminine voice shouting inside continued. The sound of things smashing came to them as they looked at each other for the moment.

"It seems this one has run her course." She said. She had dark hair and brown eyes. His green gold gaze met hers. He pulled back on his hate so that she wouldn't do something worse.

"I believe we've caused enough pain to each other." His tone was dark and he didn't want to talk to her. But as long as his curse hung over him, she'd keep showing up. When would she get it? All this time, how could she still want to do this with him?

"Oh Ethan." She said it like it pained her. She clasped her hands tighter. She was as gorgeous as a woman could be. Full lips and hair. Her black pants hugged her as did the purple top. He just stared at her face. He wanted nothing from this malicious harpy, a gorgeous soulless woman. Fake, unreal and had deadly gifts.

"I just want you to understand how I feel. Why won't you accept me? I could love you where they don't." She couldn't be serious. He kept telling her no, year after year. When would she get it? He wasn't going to break.

"No Morgan you can't. That's why I never asked you to be my wife. Not that it matters anymore. You felt scorned and I never wanted you in the first place. This is just a game to you. You could never understand what I feel every time you do this to me. How it makes me turn from you even more." His anger burned in his eyes.

"I don't think you get it yet. After all these years. How many will it take? How do you not see my pain?" Her pain? She had cursed him in an endless loop of tormented matrimony. With women to purposely emotionally degrade him. There was no term for what was wrong with her honestly.

"Do you really think doing this will win my favor?" It wasn't, he wanted to see her burn in hell. .

"Just say you want me, just pick me and you'll never have to deal with any of them again. They'll never love you. No one else ever will, only I will. Only I can Ethan."