Cruel Passions Of The Other Woman

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•Omri Oliah•
"O"

She accepted me.

After worrying, after doubting she would, after hiding it from her she still found it in her heart to accept me.

If I wasn't obsessed before I am now. I can literally feel myself becoming ten times more possessive of her. It was like us having sex connected our souls or some shit, maybe it's the crazy in me but I'm almost 100% sure I'd lock her away if she ever tries to leave me.

"Man," I let out a breath followed by a laugh. "I don't know what this feeling is I'm feeling Mir." I say to my brother. A day later the hospital had no choice but to let me go, if I was a regular individual with regular money they would've forced me to stay, admitted me into the institution against my will and placed me on suicide watch due to the overuse of the pills. But since I'm not a regular person they had no choice but to release me. And a day later I'm on a high, it's like I can't keep my hands off of her, and she can't keep her hands off of me. This is the most apart we've been. And the distance is she's in the backyard with my sister, Aunt Ruby, and Paris and I'm inside my Aunt Ruby's kitchen sitting on the countertop drinking out the bottle of Don Julio my wife practically shoved into my hands.

By now it's nighttime and this is our celebration together before our trip to Brazil. We'd chosen Caio's country as our honey moon destination. We'd go there and spend two days with one another alone, and then the rest of our close family and friends/allies will come to Caio's home where we're all invited to have a proper celebration like we should've the day of our wedding. It made sense to go to Brazil and to choose Caio's home considering everyone got along with him, he was like a common factor and hasn't offended anyone in the big five. Though I know Keshay would've loved going to Columbia I just couldn't see myself spending our wedding celebration at Maximillian's home, definitely because I do despise him.

"It's likeee," I trail off trying to find the words. "I can't stop touching her, wanting her around me, thinking about her, worrying about her. And then I feel so weird about it like anxious at times. Which I ain't ever felt, you know? What's the feeling I'm having?" For the life of me I can't understand that shit. It's like it hit me out of no where and no matter what I couldn't shake it. Crazy part is it didn't come when she rode me on that hospital bed, it came when she came back with tears in her eyes expressing how she didn't or wouldn't leave me.

Miro points at me shaking his head a smirk falls on his face as he leans up against the island. "You're in love little brother."

"Fuck no." I say with a laugh while shaking my head. "Me? In love?" As if on cue I hear the most prettiest laugh and I know who it belongs to. I turn my head watching through the door as Keshay talks to our family, having their full blown attention as she rambles on about something she's used to. I find myself admiring the fact that not only does she command my attention and leaves me mesmerized she does the same with my family. "I ain't never been in love before." I mention truthfully.

I haven't. In my own fucked up way I couldn't love anyone other than my brother and the family that didn't hate me. I love my brother, I love my sister, I love my uncles and my aunts. But even then I never showed my love in kindness and affection, I showed it in protection, in loyalty, in putting my life on the line every fucking day for THEIR sake not mine. I never imagined showing my love to a woman. For the longest time I thought I had loved Paige, Trix's older sister. I didn't understand love at that age, what I didn't mention to Keshay is that us having sex went on for a long time. It went on until she was nineteen and I was seventeen. She'd been basically raping me since I was thirteen. I started to convince myself I liked it, that though I was a minor it was consensual. I remember the first time she'd touched me, I was nervous, my body tensed up, I was stuttering so bad I couldn't utter how much I didn't want to do it. She whispered in my ear "you're just nervous relax...see how hard you are for me" it was as if my body betrayed me and I couldn't control my reaction to her touches. And she made it sound like since I was hard she had every right to fuck me. I remember her climbing ontop of me and forcing me inside of her. I remember the feeling seeming so...sensitive to me, so unbearable practically. I remember finishing quickly and her not even caring, her continuing as if I was some sort of sex doll. And I remember how that feeling became addictive. I found myself craving it, craving her, waiting by the phone for her call. Crashing out when she wouldn't call. It'd gotten worse when she'd get boyfriends. I'd lose it then too, I'd listen to O creeping into my mind. Telling me to do things to them. She never knew how all her boyfriends would end up either dead or permanently disabled. And in my young traumatized mental ill mind I didn't think anything was wrong with what I did because it got me the results I wanted. Once they were gone she'd come back to me ready to give me all of the "love" (sex) I craved.