Insatiable

Chapter 12

Rubbing the last of my ointment, I gumpily threw the container back into the cupboard and shut the door.

I hate that bitch.

As soon as Demetrius and I got home I ran angrily to our room and slammed the door shut. I've been there ever since.

I refused to allow him access into the room, still too pissed off to face him.

That woman - oh the things I dreamed of telling Demetrius, but I knew I couldn't, that would be heartless of me to destroy the close bond he has with his mother. Anyway why would he even believe me? I'm just his wife after all. Sarcasm intended.

Yesterday after I refused to allow Demetrius into the room, he felt it wise of him to spend the entire night outside the door waiting for me to open it for him, in the hope that the sympathetic part of me would surface, it never did.

I am not sure whether he is still out there or if he has gone to one of the guest rooms since I can no longer hear his incessant demands for me to open the door.

Turning on my laptop I sat cross-legged and right on cue caller id showed it was Mabel attempting to call me. I quickly answered.

"Hi Mabel." I greeted.

"How are you Sophia?" She asked going straight through procedure.

"I'm fine, the bruise has healed, so I guess the nightmares have stopped as well." I shrugged, observing her surroundings, it was nothing like her office.

"That's good, any developments in your marriage you would like to tell me about?" She questioned already getting her notebook and pen out.

"Despite, his mother attempting to poison me, nothing much." I muttered adjusting my top when it began to irritate my skin.

"I'm guessing you'd like to tell me about it?" She asked, a small smile on her face.

"That little self obsessed posh woman, do you know what she did to me?"

I saw Mabel attempt to answer my question but I just kept going.

"She added garlic into the dinner we ate last night - knowing fully well I am highly allergic to the spice - simply to get back at me for marrying her son. To make matters worse my 'knight in shining armour' aka husband decided to force me to eat the contaminated food, even though I begged him not to because I knew exactly what his spiteful mother was capable of." I huffed letting out all my anger to poor Mabel who struggled to keep up as I vented out my frustrations.

"If you don't mind me asking...what are the affects of the allergy?"

I stared at her, confused as to whether she was asking a serious question since it was completely irrelevant to what we were discussing. I told her nevertheless. It's like hell, first I begin to itch uncontrollably, like I'm being smothered by a swarm of fire ants. It doesn't take long before rashes begin to form throughout my body and it hurts even more because I can't stop myself from scratching. Then the churning in my stomach begins and I start to become hot and sweaty all over before I finally vomit, not a one time spill up, but a spill that could potentially last the whole night.

"I usually just develop rashes and vomit." I answered, not bothering to bore her with the detailed recollection of it all.

She simply nodded.

"Your husband's mother, do you feel her involvement has put a strain your marriage?"

"Most definitely, that woman has a particular bar that she has set for everyone and if you come below it, you might as well pack your bags and leave because you are seen as nothing but dirt on her shoes." I scoffed just thinking about Aria's idiocy, she had the guts to make me feel like gum under her shoe. If my mother was still alive, I have no doubt she would be disappointed in the woman she used to call her best friend.