Love, Again?

Chapter Twelve

I shut my eyes off and pretended to sleep, when in reality I was drowning in the mental tsunami my mind had created. What has happened to me? When did I become so permissive? How did I let Ted control me? And importantly why was I still so afraid of him? It had been 8 years since that incident. The incident where he bashed up my younger brother so bad that he ended up being in coma for 10 days. The reason for beating up? Well, Ben accidentally brushed against Ted while walking down a street. So the next day he caught hold of Ben, took him to a lonely lane and bashed him up with the help of his other friends.

Ben told me this two years later, when I was in college. I scolded him for not telling me this earlier but he was scared. Scared because Ted had warned Ben that if he would tell anyone about who bashed him up, he would repeat the same thing what he tried doing with me a year back and would definitely succeed. Ben had no clue what Ted meant by it but followed as he said.

And here I was. With the guy who messed with me, my brother and now with my husband. But why was I caring for Jake so much? It was me who always made the effort to sort out things. I always melted and forgave him, right from high school. And now he has taken that weakness of mine for granted.

The love had begun to fade away, just 5 years after our wedding. I mean what would be the scenario after 5 more? We've had been fighting like cats and dogs. And the fights were over tiny little things which didn't matter 2 years back. We didn't even talk anymore, and if we did open our mouths it was just to argue or make up things for the time being.

Every one warns you that marriage isn't easy and its full of ups and downs, that one HAS to compromise and isn't a fairytale, but when it comes to working out one it still takes time to accept that the person who you love can make you so bitter and sad. You just feel like giving up at times, like what is all this worth for? Is being married or as a matter of fact being in a relationship that necessary? 

Why do I need someone to make me happy? Why do I need to depend on someone? Why? Why? Why?

"Kylie...Kylie.. Wake up..." 

"Huh.... Wait, what, where, how?!" I exclaimed and woke up with a heavy head. It was Ted who woke me up.

"Lunch time, I took the liberty of ordering for you, chicken should be fine right?"

"Yeah whatever." I said rubbing my eyes.

I peeked outside the window and the sky was in shades of pink and orange, the sun was about to set. Somewhere between New York and Paris I gorged on some amazing looking food. I ate my lunch quietly and started watching Pretty Woman again.

Ted on the other hand worked on his laptop and visited the washroom quite frequently. Probably just flirting with the air-hostess around. While sitting next to me he didn't utter a word. I mean why did he want me for a week? I was so clueless and confused about it.

Five time zones later we finally arrived at Charles de Gaulle, the international airport of Paris at 11 PM. Finally in Paris baby!

Finally after collecting my luggage and immigration, at around 2 AM we took a car to our hotel. I was so tired I didn't bother looking around the streets; I didn't even realize Ted was with me all this while. We checked in to our hotel in midst of my sleep and directly jumped on the bed and dozed off, not bothering about anything.

"Kylie Evans, wake up!!!!" I heard a loud voice.

It was Elizabeth Collins standing right on top of my head.