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الفصل 22

After leaving the reception, I got urged into a car, and we drove off to Leandro's building. He went up and left me in the car. I took that opportunity to text the girls to ask them to cover for me. I don't want the guests to be mad.

He comes back in the car, and I sigh. Is it always going to be like this? I'm his wife, for goodness' sake. 

Yeah, the wife he never wanted.

But now that I'm his wife, won't I have obligations? I have to please him, and basically give myself to him.

Does that mean that I'm going to have to sleep with him? 

I shrug off all thoughts, and look outside the window, at the cars passing by. I hope they find serenity, the serenity I could never find.

After a few minutes of driving, me thinking and Leandro working, We get to the private airstrip. I get out of the car, and hold my bag in my hands, whilst Leandro walks quickly ahead of me. I try to keep up with his steps, but I almost end up falling. 

Once we get on the airplane, I take a seat on one of the couches. Far away from my husband. I start fiddling with my fingers, getting nervous to ask him one question. I think better of it and take out a book to read. Careful not to bother him, I try to read quietly, and not make any noise.

After a few minutes, the plane is in the air, and we can take our seatbelts off. I keep reading, and Leandro gets a call. He picks it up, and walks to the back of the plane, with his computer, leaving me alone.

After about an hour, I expected him to walk out, but he doesn't. Does he find me so repulsive? I know that no one would want to be with me, simply because of the bodily scars I wear, and even less with my mental scars. I am pathetic, useless, and a waste of space. I wouldn't expect anything from him.

I sigh in defeat and pull my notebook out of the bag. I grab a pen as well and open it to the 367th page. I'm going to have to get a new one.

As soon as the pen hits my paper, inspiration flows through my body. They say writers bleed on paper. I agree. We are always the ones comforting others, and we never get comfort, so we find ways to cope with our problems. The most common one is writing. It's the only way to feel loved, feel important, to feel seen.

"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will break my confidence.
Words will break my trust.
Words will linger in my head until who I am become who I was.
They say words won't make me bleed, That words won't scrape my knees.
But words will make me touch rock bottom. Drowning in my tears created seas.
I was a child when I first started getting bullied.
The words started out small, Children being children.
They said that I wouldn't remember it after all.
But words are like tattoos, permanently engraved on my being,
Because words become beliefs,
Once you're forced to start agreeing.-"

"Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelt as we are approaching our destination, Mykonos, Greece." I shove my precious notebook and my book in my bag and fasten my seatbelt.

Leandro finally comes out of the room, and he's still on the phone, yelling commands. He seats himself on the furthest seat away from me, and sighs, as he fastens his own seatbelt. While on the landing, he starts barking orders into his phone, catching me off guard, and effectively making me flinch. 

I hate loud noises. They remind me of the abuse that I had to suffer through my teen years when my father would continuously hit me, and yell at me.

We finally land with no problems, and we disembark. Although it's 2 in the morning here, The imagery is beautiful, even at night. We get in the car that's supposed to bring us to the hotel. During the whole ride, both of us stay silent, with Leandro typing furiously on his phone. While he's distracted, I take the time to look at his face. His chiseled jaw is the first thing that I notice.

His beautiful blue eyes now turned icy. His clean shave is starting to back. His black tousled hair, perfectly gelled, with an imperfect, unruly strand hanging on his face.

I turn my head back to my lap, as sleep finally starts catching up with me. My eyelids start to close, but I force myself to keep them open.

We finally get to the opulent-looking hotel, and I immediately smile. It's situated right beside the beach. We walk into the lobby, and we don't even go to the reception, we simply go straight to the elevator. My expression remains confused, as Leandro presses the 31st button, the last level. The doors finally open, to what resembles a suite. It overlooks the beach and the beautiful white houses, as we are pretty high in the sky.

While gaping at the beautiful scenery, I hear the door close and lock behind me. The disturbing sound of the lock startles me. I quickly turn around, and when I look around, I see that the only person left is Blake.

"Wh-where did h-he go?" And here I thought my stuttering was getting better.

"Mr. Marsai simply left on business, Ma'am. Rest assured." I nod and make my way to the bedroom with my bag. I look around the room, and I see rose petals on the bed, seemingly for a couple. haha.

I go straight for the bathroom, and I take a shower. I wash away the remnants of my wedding, also taking the opportunity to wash my hair. When I'm done, I rummage through the bag, and pull out a matching sweat set, in brown, I quickly pull it on and grab the hairbrush.

I start brushing my hair, and when I get all the knots out, I tightly braid my hair in two french braids. I walk out to the living space, and Blake is still standing there, doing his job. I think nothing of it, and whilst my hair dries, I start pacing around the room. 

He's supposed to come tonight, it's our wedding night! gosh, I do repulse him.

I stop pacing, and I bid goodnight to Blake. I hop into the bed, and earlier's sleep catches up to me.

Dioné Valentine, Out!