Prisoner Wife

Chapter 01

Allison Fae

ONCE a woman fall in love, she will do anything to her man even she know she’ll end up hurting. She will not give up easily, she’ll fight her love until she get tired.

“Why? Why did you choose to marry me if you’ll gonna be like this?”  naiinis kong sigaw sa kaniya.

Hindi ko na kayang tiisin ang lahat. Sobra na ang ipinapamukha nito sa akin.

“What are you trying to say, Allison?”

“Fuck, don’t denied it, Blaze. You know what I mean!”

Araw-araw ay sinasabi ng secretary nito na may lagi itong kasamang babae sa opisina na nito at naglalandian.

“I’ve done enough just to be a good wife to you, but you? You still choose your mistress? Whore? Slut? Prostitute? Whatever it called,” tumigil ako at tinuro ito. “How lame are you, Blaze. If you don’t love me, then file a annulment!”

Tila nanigas naman ito sa sinabi ko at umigting ang mga panga nito.

“Shut the fuck up, Allison. Walang divorce na magaganap!”

“Sawang-sawa na ako, Blaze! Ayoko na! Tapusin na natin ’to, please lang. . .”

“W-what? Are you fucking crazy, Allison? Did you forget that I’ll be the one who will decide if I’ll end this fucking relationship, not you!”

He stopped and looked at me firmly. He look at me from head to toe. “You’re just nothing. I mean, look at you. You’re not pretty like my whores, you’re not even sexy like them. . .” he said and before walking out he said something that I’ll never forget. “For two years of staying with you. . . it sucks. . .”

Hindi ako nakapagsalita sa sinabi niya at naiwang tulala.

Are he serious? Did he just compared me to his whore?

Inis kong sinabutan ang sarili, nahihirapan na rin akong huminga nang dahil sa galit.

“Tangina mo, Blaze. Gago ka talaga kahit kailan!” wala sa sarili kong sigaw kahit na wala ito sa paningin ko.

My life had been fucked up since I got married with him.

Kinagabihan ay nagluto lang ako ng hapunan, hindi ko alam kung uuwi pa ba si Blaze pero dinagdagan ko na ang luto ko.

Hindi ako marupok pero it’s still my duty as her wife.

Sa ilang taon naming pagsasama I did my best to gain his trust and love me. But I failed.

I did love him. But the time flies, my feelings is slowly fading.

He was my boyfriend when we were highschool. But he broke up at me when we were first year college without saying his reason. Our love story is messy, no one can understands us. Or can I still called it a love story? Did we really loved each other like a true couple do? Or it's just a puppy love. Or maybe, we really did not love each other. Ang gulo.

Pagkatapos kong magluto ay kumain na rin ako mag-isa. Hindi ko na rin siya hinintay na dumating dahil alam kong maghihintay lang din ako sa wala.

Sanay na ako sa ganitong senaryo. Sa dalawang taon naming pagsasama ay never naging maganda ang relasyon naming dalawa. Pero ang pinagpapasalamat ko ay hindi niya ako sinasaktan ng physical.

Marrying him is like digging my own grave.

I was not meant to marry him, but he’s the who decided to enter this life.

It’s Blaze choice, not mine.

While thinking a random things I fell asleep.

“Mahal. . .”