Jamaica

Chapter Thirty Six

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Dimitri's mother, Agnes, was still in the house the next day. Panic and annoyance pricked at my bones as I imagined Dimitri coming down the stairs while battling with a monster hangover only to find another monster drinking our coffee in the TV room.
"You were supposed to have left last night." I stood tall in front of the TV screen.
"I chose not to." She shrugged.
"What do you want from us?" I interrogated when she proceeded to nonchalantly take a sip of coffee. "Money? A place to stay?"
She began to laugh and nearly choked.
"What could I possibly want from a slave?" She sneered.
"I am not a slave."
"Well, it was the first thing I saw when I took a look at ya. My visions never lie." Agnes drank her coffee again but didn't choke this time. Unfortunately. And the way she seemed so confident in herself, that arrogance - a trait Dimitri undoubtedly got from her - made me want to grab her by the throat an squeeze as hard as I could.
"It's Dimitri I want; from 'im, I want everything." She concluded.
"You're a sick old woman." I seethed as I fought the temptation to spit on her.
"I can see 'im wondering if we can let the past go and work thin's out... I gotta thank ye for that. 'e's ripe for the taking now that 'e believes in second chances an' family relationships." She smiled, showcasing the red lipstick stains on the white mug and on her perfectly aligned teeth. I clenched my jaw.
"Get. Out." I glared at her, enraged now.
"I would've never guessed ye got a temper on ya." She remarked, evidently intrigued and eager to see how far she could push. "Y'know... I'll tell ya this 'cause ye never gonna hear Dimitri say this out loud and 'cause I like ya." She stood up and came to stand right in front of me. "'e's a momma's boy, and not matter what 'e does, there's no escaping my love."
"You allowed people to sexually abuse him and you claim to love him? He was a kid!"
"My kid." She got in my face. "Did 'e tell ye that?"
"He didn't need to." I spat on her pink cheek and watched in satisfaction as my saliva left a shiny trail as it slowly slid to her neck. She froze and wiped it off with her sleeve but did not enforce her revenge. I had a feeling she was waiting for the right time and that moment was not it. Agnes chuckled, not in disbelief but in satisfaction almost, that I had acted as she expected me to.
"It doesn't matter. My boy turned out just fine. He wouldn't have been here if those old men didn't pay well." She grinned. I felt sick to my stomach and weak all over. My eyes watered and blurred my vision as I struggled to keep myself rooted in the TV room and not go to the kitchen and grab a butcher knife. I had never felt so much anger and hatred before in my life, not even towards Dimitri when I first met him.
"Get out before I kill you." I said simply. Agnes smiled her fake assed half smile again.
"Dimitri would be torn if ye did that."
"I'd be doing him a favour, trust me. Leave."
"I 'ave to say goodbye to my baby."
"Get the fuck out!" I swore and shoved her big boned body backwards, away from me causing her cold coffee to slosh around and spill over her trashy looking white top and black skirt. The old woman may have been bigger than me but I had the flames of youth and the ferocious power of hatred and anger on my side. Agnes stumbled slightly but regained her balance quickly, a look of shock passed her features, brown, bulging eyes staring back at me in disbelief.
"Leave!" I barked. Agnes wordlessly put her cup on the floor, grabbed her black, leather bag and began to walk towards the front door with me hot on her trail ensuring she actually left. She opened the door and walked right out. I slammed it shut behind her and locked it.
This woman had brought out the absolute worst in me and that scared me. She knew exactly what to say to me to enrage me and make me lose touch with myself. Overwhelmed by emotion, I sank to the floor and began to weep with my back against the door. I wept for Dimitri, for myself, for our unstable relationship and for our unclear future as a mated couple. Thoughts of her return made me shudder and shrink into myself. It was only a matter of time before she would return, and then we would all have to go this all over again.
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"Hey..." I whispered to wake Dimitri up for breakfast. He groaned in pain and exhaustion.
"Morning..." He tried to smile for me.
"Freshen up and come downstairs. I made breakfast." I informed him after placing several kisses on his cheeks.
"Okay..."
"Make sure you fix that hair too." I teased, weaving my fingers through it and making it even messier.
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"Is she gone?" Asked Dimitri when he sat down and I placed a glass of blood in front of him.
"Yeah... I got rid of her a while ago." I replied, eyes downcast.
"She'll come back."
"I figured. Why does she want you back suddenly?"
"I don't know... Power and the throne, I guess."
"Ugh." She disgusted me. Dimitri remained silent and barely touched his food.
"Eyy." I poked his ribs. "Blood isn't enough to keep a man like you healthy. Eat the rest too." I nodded towards the single slice of buttered toast on his plate.
"Not hungry."
"But I made it for you with love..." I pushed the plate towards him, pouting. My guilt tripping scheme got him to take three bites but that was it.
"What did she say to you...?" He seemed to be deep in thought in a far off place as he asked me.
"Nothing that changes how I feel about you."
"What did she say?" Dimitri made eye contact and held it this time, warning me not to beat around the bush.
"She told me you still love her..."
He put his face in his palm and took a deep breath. "Its not a bad thing if you still do, it just means you possess the incredible ability to love even the worst of people."
Dimitri scoffed. "What else did she say?"
"She didn't really tell me this but I kind of figured it out... I-I know about the... abuse." I confessed, struggling immensely to get the words out because of the pain they caused us both and the weight they carried. The instant the words left my mouth, I witnessed a part of Dimitri fall apart and die. He shut his red rimmed eyes and cried out in agony. I got the impression that this was the first time it had ever been mentioned or even discussed. Standing up, I told him to come sit with me on the couch so I could hold him nicely.
On the couch, he lay his head on my lap and I gave him head rubs as he sobbed. When he calmed down a bit, I asked him.
"Did it happen often?"
He nodded. "A couple tried, one succeeded..."
"And Agnes received money for this?"
He nodded.
"Oh my god." I wiped away tears I hadn't even noticed I was shedding. "And you still care about her..."
"I don't fucking want to but Goddammit, I do." He began to sob again.
"Its okay..." I cooed. "We'll move past this..." I whispered and kissed his puffy, tear stained cheek. No one said anything for a while as Dimitri tried to regain composure.
"Did you tell your dad or anyone about it?"
"I was fucking embarrassed and ashamed. I'm supposed to be a man. Real men don't get raped and bitch about it, they act like nothing happened to keep what little 'manliness' they have left. I didn't want people to know about it and feel bad for me constantly and make me feel worse. Better to bury and try convince myself it never happened." He sat up and looked me in the eyes. "I couldn't talk about it anyways because she threatened to finish me off when her asshole boyfriend couldn't if I told anyone. I was fucking trapped."
I sighed because I didn't know what else to say, whatever I could say anyways wouldn't have made a difference so I brought his face to mine and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips.
"I'm okay." Dimitri reassured me when we pulled apart. "I'm coping on my own, with you, by working and preparing for my crowning... I'm getting there and you played a huge role..."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." He wiped his tears away and kissed me. "Very much so."
At his words, I smiled and cuddled closer to him.

A/N - this one was a little bit more emotional and stuff but also shorter.
If you or anyone you know is suffering from abuse of any form, be it physical or psychological, GET HELP. Keeping things inside is not okay; talk to someone you trust and when you're out of the situation, try a therapist or any (safe) coping mechanism you can get your hands on. And lastly, cut off toxic people in your life. Abuse is not romantic or something to fantasise about (unless its consensual on both ends😉)
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