HIS AFRICAN QUEEN

Prologue

"Get out!" He yelled at me.

I have never been more terrified in my life.

"Get the fuck out Njoki! I won't say it again"

That statement broke my heart into a million pieces and his voice was so cold, so detached. He has never called me by my second name before or sounded so cold towards me. I just froze because this is new territory to me. I have never seen him like this before and I didn't know what to say or do. Maybe he has always been this cold but I never noticed as it was never directed to me. I was so blinded by my feelings to see him in this new light and now its happening to me .

" Should I call someone to come and drag your ass out of here huh! Is that what you want" he spat glairing at me.

"Babe please, don't do this. Let's talk about this before you do something we'll both regret" I pleaded.

" What is there to talk about Zee. Just go back to that shit hole of a third country you call home. And while you're at it, maybe take up farming like your parents because that's the best thing you can ever do with your life" he sneered.

To say I was speechless was an understatement. He has never been this hurtful to me and the worst part is I don't even know what I did wrong. And to insult my parents like that, he has gone too far. I really don't want to give up on us but he's getting on my last nerve.

"Marcus, please tell me what I did wrong ,maybe we can talk about it and find a solution. I love you and I don't want us to throw away what we have because of a simple misunderstanding" I tried reasoning with him.

"Tell it to someone who actually cares. You look so desperate standing there begging, its not a good look on you. I thought you had more pride Zee, well I guess not. Just get the fuck out!! I find your presence disgusting" he threw the table in front of him, scattering everything on the ground.

I turned and left him standing there looking out the window staring at the city. Marcus has never been a violent man, atleast that's what I thought. But looking at him now, I think I didn't know him as well as I thought I did. Without bothering to defend myself anymore, I rushed to our bedroom with teary eyes. This wasn't happening to me! Maybe this was a dream and I could wake up at any moment and things will be okay ,but it looks so real. He said I disgust him, oh Lord what did I do to deserve such an insult. Not wanting to dwell in self pity, I took my suitcase and packed everything I came with from home. No man is allowed to disrespect me like that , not even a man I claim to be in love with.

There's no point carrying what he bought me right? I don't want to carry anything that will remind me of this asshole. The more I played what happed in my head the furious I became. That fucker doesn't deserve me and I was an idiot to think that he actually cared.

I looked around our room one last time and dragged my small suitcase downstairs and out of our apartment. He didn't even bother to try and stop me. I guess this is it, I got the message loud and clear that I am not welcome here. Tears are running freely down my cheeks . I tried wiping them with the back of my hand but theirs no point.

I guess it's time to go home.

Hello readers, this story will be based on Kenya, an East African country and sometimes I will use our national language but I'll translate in English.
Enjoy the ride.