The Chronicles of Bewa

C6: Young and Dumb

Young dumb, young dumb and broke

Young dumb, young dumb and broke

Young dumb, young dumb and broke

Young dumb broke high school kids

Except I wasn’t an high school kid nor am I broke anymore thanks to my sham of a marriage to Kylian, I was just young and dumb and that was why Kylian chose me. I was chosen for my dumbness, naivety and foolishness and at this stage, I had practically ran out words to quanlify my stupidity

Sixty minutes now since Kylian’s minions delivered the sad tale of what my life will be now to me and yet I can’t seem to able to get Khalid’s song out of my head since it started playing in head because that is what I am. 

Young and dumb!

I stood in the front of an elevator that has kept imprisoned for over a month with Alice ready to move out of what I thought was my heaven but turned out to be my prison. She placed her key card over the elevator and the door swinged open. 

So that was it, the key to my prison. If I had known that a key card was the ticket out my prison, I would have stolen it from her, weeks ago.

I stepped into the elevator while Alice frantically search through her back pack for God knows what.

“Shit!” She exclaimed “Wait here, I am coming” she ran back into the house. 

But why do I have to do that, why should I wait? 

Ever since I got here, Kylian and his family has been controlling my life… why do I have to listen to a lowly assistant who has no iota of respect for me, control my life too. 

As I press the elevator button for the ground floor, I saw Alice come into view and watch her horrid face as she realized I was leaving without her. She ran toward the elevator to get in but the door closed in her face.

Few seconds later, I arrived at the ground floor and I stepped into what looked like a bustling lobby. People of different colours were going up and down doing their own things and communicating in a language I recognised as French from the little I picked up in Netflix movies. They were right, I have been holed up in a hotel thinking I was finally home where I belong.

Alice must have had a good laugh at my ignorance.

If becoming a baby factory is what my life will be from now on, Kylian has to tell me himself. My husband has to look me in my eyes and tell me that he married me just to have non-scandalous babies. 

“The fuck is wrong with you” Alice yelled at me as she held my chest breathing heavily. Did she ran down the stairs? How many floors? That is not important right now, I need to speak to my husband right now and that devil incarnate in form of a woman will prevent me from doing that, so I turned and ran

“Stop!” I heard her holler after me but I run through the revolving door and unto the bustling streets of Paris. How would I get to Kylian?

“I said stop” I don’t have to look back to know she is behind me already. I accelerated my speed, looking around until I found an elderly lady trying to come out of taxi and I entered the moment she stepped out to the confusion of the driver. I locked the door while Alice bang the door

“Please take me away” I pleaded but only to be answered in French. Oh fuck!

“Please, kidnapped, kidnapped. She kidnapped me” Maybe he understood my English or maybe it was the crazy way that Alice was banging on the door that indicated I was in danger, but I felt the engine ignited and turned unto the road. He smiled to me from the front mirror as he drove away from crazy ass Alice. Seconds later, he was speaking to me in French.