What We Deserve

Part 4: Duplicitous 

"Hope you still like Bulgogi, kimchi, and brown rice. It smelled the best as I was walking passed Hanja for lunch." He just barges right in. His face still marred by my nails and his smile seemingly genuine.

"I'm not particularly hungry...my throat is killing me." I say defiantly, though the sentiment was endearing behind his actions.

"About that." He shuts the door and crosses the room to me- setting the food bag down on the corner of it before coming around to the other side. Sitting on the desk, he turns me in my chair and looks down at me- remorseful. "I am really sorry about what I did."

Oh. He's apologizing.

How pathetic.

"It's just...you provoked me. Terribly." There it is.

My fault.

I caused him to be erratic.

"Really?" I say with fake intrigue.

"Yes. You disappearing without word- not answering your phone- Max answering your phone. The whole...um...you know- impolite nature of you ignoring my questions. It's just all- how do you put it- overwhelming and unfair."

"Really?" I say once more and he goes to touch my cheek and I immediately pull back.

"You see! This! This defiance. I am your fiancé! You should allow me to touch you and love you but you don't. You're deceitful and wicked. You never used to be. You used to obey and be what a woman should be to her man. Respectful and grateful."

Oh Lord.

His old Nigerian idles.

The ways of cavemen for him is more likely. Living in the past

I would love to clarify I was never obedient to him nor a common pitiful woman of the old era.

"Do you understand? Do you see why this was all your fault?"

"I absolutely do...you're right. About all of it. I was the problem. Certainly not your duplicitous ways of fucking another woman and knocking her up. How incredibly stupid I've been- to not understand that it's perfectly reasonable for the man to be a fucking Whore- even when he's engaged to be married. That's on me." I sarcastically say and his brows furrow as if hearing his infidelities out loud were preposterous and unfair of me. "A decent man you are to choke and rape a woman to get her to understand her place. In fact, I think that should be implemented everywhere. Forget modern societal justice and all- the old caveman ways of raping and nearly killing people to punish them for simply being wronged is absolutely the correct thing to do. Love that we have come to this momentous understanding of morality."

He back hands me hard and his college ring catches me by my right eye and cuts me from the diamond in it. Blood trickles down my face and I just glower up at him.

"You will watch your tongue or I will take it out of your mouth. You vile witch."

"I'm sorry you feel that way...provoked? Was it? Maybe you shouldn't be so sensitive...seems a little unmanly if you ask me." I say seething and his hands come up to my throat- but don't stay there for long due to a knock at the door before it opens.

So bloody close.

He quickly pressed his lips to mine and when he pulls back- he sternly glares at me before turning around to find our medical director standing at the door with his tie eschew and looking...honestly...slightly drunk.

"Ah! There she is." Mark Jones says excitedly as he comes forward. "I'm so excited to find you."

"May I ask why?"