MULATTO (Iyila) (Editing)

Chapter fifty nine.

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"What did he give you?"

Shock stricken and heartbroken, Iyila shook her head as she dropped the barricade around her eyes, the tears gladly dropped.

"There is no man," she lied, resigning to denial. "Don't ya lie to me!" he cried. She blenched and swallowed a huge lump in her throat.

"I can taste his lip on yours dammit! Iyila you kissed me like a whore!" he barked causing her to flinch again. She closed her eyes, already regretting her previous actions. What was she thinking when she kissed him like that?

"You kissed me damned too good woman--and--and though my body reacted to it, my head however recognised the difference when I kissed you...although capturing it didn't taste like the lip of the woman I had loved but like the lip of a cheap woman whom had gone to the bed of an experienced lover!"

"Dede--there is no man."

"Oh lies!" he yelled, his disposition rapidly becoming gloomy and once she noted it Iyila began to quiver uneasily with fear.

"I have always considered you an intelligent woman Iyila but do not dare toy with my intelligence girl--I am no fool!" his voice sounded menacing and as Iyila studied his restless features, million thoughts of him being capable of harming her started creeping in.

"Iyila..." he rashly grabbed her wrist. "Tell me Iyila, what did he give you? what did he say to you? Did he kiss you more than I did? Did he stroke you more than I did? and--and do you love him?"

"I am so--sorry" she cried emphatically, goose bumps spreading all over skin and an aching to mend his broken heart.

"Don't give that rubbish!" he bellowed. "Just answer the damned question, do you love him?"

"I am so--so--so very so--"

"Keep your blasted apologies and answer my question!" Iyila saw it even though he tried to hide the contempt, he loathed her. She knew it, she'd expected it.

"What did he do to you Iyila, please answer me..." his plea was desperate, a note of weariness in his intonation and her heart now a blasted ground for pain.

"Dede I am sorry, I am--" the words had not left her lips before her brain recognised the feel of his aggressive blow on her cheek. "Answer me!"

Too shocked to cry, her hand flew to her bruised cheek and that moment she could barely recognise Dede as the man she'd once loved and it was her fault.

"Forgive me Dede..." she saw his hand flying to her face but she was too afraid to block it. He hit her twice, hard on the cheek, by the third she tasted blood on her lip.

"Whore!" he sneered. "A loose skirt! A disgraceful woman! Just few months of being away and I return to meet you already devoid of all morals and--and..." his voice trailed off.

Shattered, she watched him break down in sobs. Despite her pain she couldn't criticize him knowing the pain she felt was nothing to be compared to his heart throbbing. Seeing him break down, she felt she owed him the duty of comforting him. She felt the urge to pull him into an embrace but fear of what he could do stopped her. A grieved man was an irrational man, she knew that from experience.

"Back at the other plantation..." he said shattering the silence between them. "There was another Negro..." he paused to catch his breath. "Her name was Helena. God, she was heavenly with dark eyes and curly hair like yours. She was the master's daughter. Though she was a Negro he didn't treat her as such. He made her oversee our meals and as time went on she began to develop feelings for me but--but," he shook his head disappointed and sighed.