Bounded by Hate

5

Isabella Daniel

There was nothing beneath my feet. Shock paralyzed my body. 

Tears dell down my cheeks,  uncontrollably.

"Dad-I don't understand what-" My legs give up but I was held firmly in someone's arms. I start thrashing as I see Dad walking back inside. 

I need to go inside. 

I-Dad is just angry. 

Mama will make it alright. 

Mama will calm him down. 

When I try to walk someone stops me. I look back at the hands holding my waist. 

"Daniel-" Before I can finish uttering the words he picks me up. I don't want to go with him. I want to fight. 

And I do. I start punching him. I pull that one self defense move I know. He stumbles and I run free from him. 

I hear him curse under his breath. 

"Bella, do not test me." I hear him say but I run inside.

Dad sat there, with Mama. 

"Dada I am sorry. I won't go to club again. Forgive me,  it was my fault." I tell him. My voice shaky. I hear Mama sob. I walk towards her. 

"Mama,  look what baba is saying." I tell her. 

"He's saying some shit about how that fucking Mr, Anderson who I hate more than anyone is my damn father-"

"Mind you language Isabella." Daniel's voice booms. 

"Does it make sense Mama? Tell Dad to forgive me." I say. My head starts spinning. I try to stand still.

 Mama cries and engulfs me in a hug. I cry on her shoulder. I sob like a baby. She keeps holding me until I calm down. 

All of it is a nightmare. It will be over soon. I tell myself.

After calming my breaths down she looks at me. 

Dad was still ignoring me. 

Mama kisses me. 

"Daniel." It was Dad's voice. He always distanced himself whenever he was angry. But it was too much.

And then I was being dragged outside. I thrashed, I kicked,  I punched, I cried,  I screamed. But he did not pity me. He dragged me,  harshly and then forced  me inside the damn car like a baby. I shout.

"Shut the hell up Bella." he says very calmly. I look at him. 

"You fucking asshole, you jerk,  open the fucking car-"

"Anne is waiting." he says. I laugh humorlessly.

"Go and tell you Anne to go f-"

"Don't disrespect her again. Because what I will do will be worst. Don't take the worst out of me." he says holding my wrists tightly in his.  I start flailing again. 

In a moment he ties my hand at the back with his tie. I was in horror looking at me. 

"What the fuck is-"

"Keep cursing and we're going to have a really unpleasant time together." 

He says dangerously, sternly. And with that he starts driving again. While I weep for the loss of my parents.

This ride with him was the longest ride of my life. Even more than that awful ride. Cars are unlucky for me,  I realized at that moment. But even more, Daniel was more unlucky for me. 

The car comes to halt. 

Daniel's pov

I look at her,  she wasn't here. Her body was,  her mind wasn't. She was lost. Those eyes,  they were always shining with fierceness. Now they were empty,  dull. 

I decided not to disturb her. I just carry my soon to be wife in her personal hell.

She was always mine, my cousin, my to be taken care of. 

I picked her up in the bridal style. Her head jerks. She looks me in the eye. And then weakly protest.

I should have put her down,  I  would have. If only she did not fit so perfectly in my arms. 

I  had no interest in her. To me,  she was a spoiled, scared, typical girl. That's how their family girls were raised. 

"Put her down this instant." Anne's voice pulls me out of his thoughts. I do not budge. I  just looked at her with a blank face. 

"Isabella can walk. You don't need to disgrace-"

I walked away. I  was sick of these things. What was so wrong in carrying a woman,  in providing them comfort. I could not understand.

I  took her to his room. The first thing I did was make her sign the marriage papers. The priest was already present. And Anne and Mr. Anderson were called. 

She did not say anything. Neither did she signed the papers. 

Anne just printed her thumb on the papers, forcefully. It was brutal,  it was wrong. But it was just a power play in our family

Women were inferior. That's how her mother had died,  because  she forgot how inferior she was. 

Everyone leaves.

It was just us alone. 

Her fingers were missing a ring. I put that thought aside.

I knew very well what was expected of a married couple. But I wasn't that cruel. I sat beside her. Tears were still streaming down her face. But she was back. 

"Why did you not resist?" I could not keep myself from asking. 

"There was no one to back me up." Her voice was low,  silent in a way noise often was. 

"You're intelligent, more than I gave you credit for." This was failed attempt at lightening the mood. Both of us knew it. 

"Get over it Bella,  I don't want others to see you like this again." I tell her. This was enough kindness for her today. I was not a good man. But I was trying to be. 

To be something.

Something Mom would have wanted.

"Than don't let them see me." The answer was straight on point. Full of attitude, just like her. 

"I was not joking." I tell her seriously. She looks at me in the eyes.

Tears were gone. Her black eyes were shining again.

"I wasn't either." With that she lays down and cover her self completely, from foot to face. 

It wasn't amusing, yet it was. Isabella Daniel was my wife. And I  was her husband.  She was amusing.

Isabella pov

Sleep was hard to come by that night. I can still remember the bitter voice of Anne. I can still remember her rough hands taking my thumb print in those damn papets that locked my fate. The only reason I did not resisted was because there was no one to back me up. 

To take my side. Dad was gone,  Mama too. I was pampered but I was not stupid. I knew the environment of this house and how reserved they were. The only  thing I was thankful about was that I was not a part of such a family. But now it was taken away from me too. 

And when sleep came, it engulfed me so tightly that I forgot about everything. 

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