Wrong Groom

Chapter 41 Haunting past

I stared at my reflection in the mirror for god knows how long, but the more I looked at myself more I hated it.

I accept I was always not the best person to talk about self love, cause I don't even know what it is.

I have had body related issues before I even knew the real meaning of it, from when I was small, little things like, "Oh my god, look how chubby lil Emma is, I wish I could eat her cute cheeks." To now listening to my husband sorry even being with him in the same room makes me feel so inferior, like I don't belong here. I feel like an outcast in my own life, how ironic.

I knew the harmless comments means no good, but I feel it's these little things which made me who I am today, how I view myself and how I perceive people look at me.

I know this is real unhealthy, but can you blame me, this is legit the society we live in. The beauty standards are the worst now, people are just sick both mentally and physically. People who may look fit and social might not be the most healthiest they maybe fighting a bad disease like cancer or even depression.

But still how much ever we spread the awareness about body positivity and mental health, still it's a sensitive topic for many people. I think we need another 100 years to bring about a real change on these two topics.

The door pounding by my dear husband came to an halt for like an half hour now, I splash cold water on my red teary eyed swollen face to soothe it.

I wonder how can I make myself look more terrible than I was, if this was a competition I would totally ace it.

I laugh at my own humor and the dry chuckle made my already sore throat cry for water.

I slowly open the door and to my surprise I walk into an empty room; to be honest was I surprised no, but disappointed yes.

It's funny how you start leaning upon a person who u hate the most so easily but trying to talk to a person you truly love very hard.

I would leave it to you to decide who are those two persons I mentioned above is, cause to be honest I am done! I am done with this stupid fake marriage and moreover I am done with his childish tactics and I am done with how helpless I feel I can't help my own friend.

My phone starts ringing and it goes off in one ring, confused by who it is, I look down to see a lot of missed calls from an unknown number. The moment I looked down a message pops up, "Finally, you look at your phone."

I get chills looking at the message, wait a minute how does that person know what I am doing? Is the camera?

Another message pops up and I think I forgot how to breathe,

"Oh darling, why are you looking like you saw a ghost, I can see what you are doing 24/7 don't you know that?"

Wait what? I stand frozen, I am scared to even move a muscle, message start following on after the another.

"Do"

"What"

"You"

"Promised"

"Or"

The messages come to a halt; the silence suffocates me when I was about to open the message chat. My hand stands frozen with the last ping.

"Someone will be killed"

What the actual fuck?

I fall onto the ground with a thud, I muffle my scream and tears start falling down uncontrollably, I can imagine the person behind the screen laugh at me.

Who is this person? What do they want from me? I immediately flip my phone and that's when it starts ringing.

I allow it to ring, it rang for so long that my caller tune got etched in my mind. I felt it playing even after it stopped, it rang again maybe after 5-10 minutes.

I lost track of time, I think the Sun has gone down. I stay frozen on the ground, trying to comprehend what's actually happening.

But all I could do is take deep breaths and control my raising anxiety.

1...2....3 breathe

This is the mantra I say over and over till another time my phone starts ringing and I attend it in reflex.

I place it on my ear the cold surface of the screen made my skin tingle under it, goosebumps form all over my skin.

Silence

That's how it was, I was too scared to look down at the screen to see if I am still connected to the call, but I didn't need to do that cause I can hear a steady breathing.

It's not a heavy gruffly type of breathing but it's of someone who is breathing so normally like they are talking to their loved one.

I think I am going mad, I can't make sense of anything anymore. I want to cut the call, but again my body seems frozen and I feel like I lost control over my body.

My fingers scream in pain as I am pressing my phone so hard to my ear, I want to hear the breathing sound of the person in the other line, I want to know that I am not going insane.

That there is someone out there actually threatening me, that to kill someone I know, because of me. I want to know what they want, I just want to know who they are.

I start sweating so profusely, that my sweat has made my palms so slippery that the phone falls down from my grip.

I stare at my fallen phone and my breath stops as I take the picture my phone is showing.

I was not on a voice call with someone, I was on a video call and that person is not an unknown person.

Staring at me with an evil smirk with hands folded against his bare chest leaning against a black chair.

The face who I once fell in love with, the face who was the reason of my smile once upon time. The face that saved me countless number of times in the past, the face who said they loved me and will love me forever.

Adam Bailey Castellino what are you doing here?

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