Nothing much I remember from last night. All I can remember is he sleeping on my lap. I woke in the middle of the night when I hear him sighing and shaking on my lap. He still holds my hand against his chest, mumbling under his breath. I couldn't hear a single word he's saying but I knew he's in some kind of bad dreams. I bring my other hand to his hair and rubs it. Hope it will sooth him. I don't know much about him. I should probably hate him for ruining my life. I wish to hold on to my anger but my heart doesn't react to it. I looked at his face and all I felt is compassion. Who is he? I need to know more.
When I wake up this morning, I was all alone leaning against the wall, on the floor. He left before I woke up. He's nowhere to be found in the house. I went upstairs into his master bedroom just to find that his clothes that he wore last night scattered all over the place. I close his bedroom door and went downstairs. I took my phone and noticed 10 missed calls from Mum and a few calls and text from Gwyn. They must be worried about me. Wait! Where they stayed last night? I took my phone and dial my Mum's number and it rings once.
"Peg, Oh thank God, Peg, are you all right?" Mum ask
"Hey, Mum. Yeah, nothing to worry. I'm fine" I said with my husky voice. "How is Dad?
"We're all fine. We are just so worried about you. We came last night after our dinner but the door was locked" Mum said. "We rang the bell many times and Gwyn calls you few times, but still no respond from you. I wonder if that monster hurts you. Did he, Peg? Did he hurt you?"
I didn't answer her. I couldn't answer her. He didn't hurt me. He didn't love me. But it was just more than that. A strange feeling that is so foreign to me for 26 years. I can hear my Mum calling out my name but instead I close my eyes and my mind travels back to last night. He didn't hurt me, instead, he was hurt himself. His pain was clearly transparent to me. I wonder if anyone else knows about his pain. I can feel his pain and his hurt. Did he suffer alone all these years? As what I can see, he's not too close to his father and his mother his nowhere. He seems to be a tough man that does not like to be pitied. But all I want to do is to travel to his heart and hear him. Just hear him out.
"Peg, are you there? Gwyn, I think the line goes off. I couldn't hear her" Mum complains. "Hello?"
"Yeah, Mum" I snap out of my thought and responded. "I'm here. Sorry I was just distracted by something"
"By what? Are you okay, honey?" her voice turns to be more concerned
"Mum, I'm alright. There's nothing to be worried. I need to clean up the house. It's terrible".
It is terrible. Or I can say horrible. It needs a female touch and now I'm here, I need to do something.
"Mum, I'll call you later. I need you and dad to be okay. Don't worry about me. I'll survive since you both have taught me how to" I said. It's the truth. They are my warriors.
"Oh, honey. I'm so proud of you. But still I'm still worried he might hurt you...."
"Mum, he won't hurt me. He won't and I can assure you. He didn't last night and I'm sure he won't be doing it" I assured her.
I don't know why but I trusted him. I knew not about him but I trusted him. With my life..
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AT THE US ARMY HEADQUARTERS - STEVE'S POV
"Cap, all the files are here. Do you want me to inform the rest about the training?" Jake asked.
"Is that a question? Make sure you do" I demanded. "Arrange meeting with all the officials at 2, sharp. You got me"
"Yes, sir" Jake says, leaving my office door.
Checking all the files on my desk, my phone beeps. I opened and I'm crowded with 100's of congratulation messages. Feeling irritated with all the scenarios, I deleted all at once without even bothered to look at it. Thinking of the wedding, my mind went back to this morning where I found myself lying on her lap. I don't remember a single thing that happens yesterday night after I left Sam at the bar. But then I have ended up lying on her lap. She was still sleeping and that's where I notice my hand is holding hers to my chest. I let go off her hand and gets up from the floor. She moaned in her sleep. She looks peaceful but I don't give her a damn. I walked away and gets to work.
I was snapped out when I hear my door knocks.
"Hey, honey..Are you in there?"
I knew exactly who that is. "I'm busy right now. I'll call you" I said as though she's gonna listen to me.
The door flies open and she stands there with her mini skirt, which is just a inch below her ass.
"Baby, I miss you" Diletta runs toward me. She came near and sits on my lap. Her hands move all over my body but mine was still as though someone has tied it from moving.
"Do you miss me?" she asked
"I told you I'm busy. Now get your ass off me" I tries to push her from me but she makes herself comfortable, straddling me
"Tell me, do you miss me? Do you miss my hands on you? Do you miss kissing me, baby?" she starts licking my face
Irritation starts to grow in me. I made it clear to her that she is nothing to me and I treated her like trash whenever I want to release my fuss. She's just an object I use every week. But if she has feelings on me, she will be in great trouble. She wants me to be hers, but i don't belong to anyone. She knows that.
"I told you to get out" I pushed her harshly from my lap and she falls flat to the ground.
"What's wrong with you, Rogers?" she voices angrily
"YOU!! You are the problem. Now get your ass out of my office. Now" I said. "Don't make me repeat it again. You will regret it"
"Huh! So now I'm your biggest problem it seems. Since when, Rogers?" she came near and holds my collar. "Since when? Since you married to that little bitch at your home"
My hand swings to her cheeks and the sound was loud. I don't know what I did and why I did, but slapped her. Very hard.
"Don't you dare" I warned her, fisting her hair in my hands. I drag her out of my office and shut the door.
I walked back to my desk, feeling terribly angry
"Since you married to the little bitch at your home, huh"
Nothing but anger fills my heart, soul and mind. I fisted the report in my hands just by thinking that the woman I married, she is still in my home.
"Shit" ... That's how I feel right now. Shit.
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With You..Only You
RomancePeggy Carter, a young village girl decided to move out to city which she has zero experience, only for one purpose which is her marriage. Peggy's belief that every man is as same as her father changes as soon as she met her fiancé, Captain Roger, br...
