SURVIVOR of the WOODS

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"Cinderella was sent into a dungeon, caged inside a gigantic pumpkin with a horse attached to lianas, with Lucifer as the guider, carrying her to the rainforest. Suddenly, her two mice got the idea of detaching the pumpkin to the lianas and save Cinderella. But they had to act quick cause the horse was about to reach a cliff..."

"Okay, no more story telling Dorothea, that's enough for today." Linda, my sister-in-law barged in the room of my fellow little nephew, Kevin.

"But she was only about to finish the end of part three!" Kevin said, annoyingly.

"That's okay, dear. I'll continue tomorrow, alright? It's late and you need to sleep." I kissed him on the forehead and got out of his bed.

"Tomorrow you have swimming lessons, so maybe on Sunday you can come over Dorothea." Linda said.

"Sure!"

After leaving his room, Linda gently caressed my long black hair. "Is everything alright back home?"

I fake a smile, again, "Everything is fine, Linda."

"I can see you are stressed. Are you sure he treats you well?"

I nodded.

My brother was out, working at the police station and he barely has time for his family. But he's got a loving wife and a perfect family here. I'm genuinely happy for him. I, on the other hand, just deserve bad things.

I better go home, which is not really a safe place for me.

I smiled at her, hugged her and left her house. As I walked on the pavement with the glowing dim street lights to keep me company, I kept thinking how my life would've been like if I hadn't married such a disgraceful man. I would've worked somewhere nice and chique, with my golden retriever to greet back at home and a loving husband waiting for me. I sighed.

I opened the front door and got inside. I quietly climbed the stairs and just when I was about to get inside the room, I heard a woman whimpering in pleasure inside. I opened the door only to find the person I'm married to with another girl stuck in his d*ck.

I gasped.

"Close the damn door, you whore!" He screamed at me.

The girl seemed to enjoy the moment and embarrassment I was feeling.

"I can't do this anymore! I want a divorce right now!" I opened the drawer from the nightstand and took out the divorce papers. I was waiting for an appropriate time to do this. I then clicked a picture of him with the girl and blackmailed him.

"I'm sending this to my father, so sign the papers and we are done!"

"You bitch!" He cursed and pushed the girl away from him to come for me. I stepped back.

"Your father married you with me, do you think he'll actually care?" His voice was hoarse and the threat appeared to pierce my brain, searching for common sense.

The moment of realisation hit me. I maybe dumbstruck for barging into the room and caught him cheating on me but my father will never support me. Actually, he won't even care if I'm dead or still alive. All he cares about is money and connections. Not that he would be taking all his hard work and wealth with him when he dies!

"He may be in your favour when I'll show him the picture but the embarrassment you'll feel might not be good for your reputation." I said confidently.

He started laughing hysterically. Was it that hilarious?

He snapped the documents from my shaky hands and signed the divorce papers. "Here," He threw it on my face. "Now, you've ruined my mood." He grabbed the girl's throat and made her get off of the bed. "I'll call you some other day." He winked and the girl quickly wore her nightwear and gown before leaving the room, shooting me daggers with those cat eyes.

After she left the house, my ex husband was already dressed and he made me sat on a chair.

"There's a family dinner this Sunday. We are going to Las Vegas. I don't want you to look like a bitch over there in front of the family and friends. You better be looking dead gorgeous and stick by my side during the whole night. Afterwards, you can do whatever you want. Tell your father about the divorce and stuff. I don't care cause he'll still make you marry me again. Over and over again. Do you understand?" Then, he started laughing again.

I sat by the wall, quietly sobbed after he left the room. He was probably going to the bar and have fun with other chicks.

Well, my childhood was spent in loneliness cause my dad is a workaholic and I lost my mom at the age of 6. My brother was sent abroad for further studies and training. Ever since, my dad has been living miserably with no love. He hired a maid to take care of me and educate me while he was always overseas or in some hostel to spend the night. The maid was kind but not the affectionate one, so no love of a mother for me. A month ago, my father got me engaged with a complete psycho. I didn't even get to meet him or have a first date! After the wedding, he dropped me here, to his house, and left me awaiting for his return. I kept on waiting till I fell asleep. Guess he was never interested in me in the first place. What's the point of marrying someone if the person doesn't even want to be with you? I'd prefer loneliness.

I stood up and took a nice shower. If I don't do something about my life, then I'll be miserable forever. So, I better do something.

I was seated on the bed after the shower, with a towel wrapped around my body. I dialed my father's number. After a few rings, someone picked up, probably his assistant.

"Hello, Mrs Smith?"

"It's Dorothea Woods."

"Aren't you married to Mr Jake Smith?"

"I was. Now he's officially my ex husband." I cleared my throat as I felt nervous. "Can I talk to my father? It's urgent."

"It seems view the circumstances, Mr Woods is occupied with a potential investor."

"For how long?"

"In regard the crisis right now, maybe in a couple of hours."

"Tell him it's urgent. I need him now."

"I couldn't possibly Miss... Woods." He hesitated before saying the proper surname. "He's taken for this evening. Maybe tomorrow morning at 9 a.m? After viewing his schedule, he's free at 9 in the morning till nine past ten. Or you could tell me the problem and I'll inform him?"

There was a long pause.

"Miss Woods?"

I hung up.

It's not that surprising. I mean why would he care if I'm divorced or not? Maybe Jake was right, he'll marry me to him again. I'll go to Las Vegas on Sunday and there, I'll meet my dad and tell him the truth. Or better, I could create a disaster and show everyone the picture. No, that'd be too 'improper' as my father likes to say. I'll just stick to talking with my father privately I guess.