THE SILENT KILLER

THE SILENT KILLER

CHAPTER 26

With that kind of love from the only man I valued, recovery is guaranteed.
Everything is at my disposal.
I just love the care and love I'm  getting.
Don has stopped clubbing and started giving all the attention to me. He goes out to work and comes back earlier just to take care of me. He only drinks from the bar in the house, if need be.
Months later, I've full recovered and Don has resumed his usual activities.
One afternoon, he comes home a bit early , looking disturbed all together.
He finds me on the couch and he doesn't spare me even a glance.
My greetings go unanswered. I wonder what has come over him.
He goes upstairs and I can hear him opening the study room.
I follow him in hot pursuit, ready to engage him in a conversation.
"Honey, what's the matter?"
I ask him, wearing a concerned look.
He just looks at me and clicks. He doesn't even talk.
When he left earlier today, he was happy and he even kissed me goodbye. I wonder what has really come over him.
He's busy rummaging  through the bookshelf, probably looking for a certain file.
When he finally finds it, he throws it on the table and sits down to flip through the pages.
I'm totally confused because I didn't anticipate this kind of behaviour from him.
I get closer to him, and as I'm about to place a hand on his shoulder to caress him, he blurts out;
"One more step towards me and I will blow your skull and feed the brain  to my dogs!"
I stand rooted to the ground.
I'm confused.
I wonder what has come over him.
I'm too shocked to ask him anything.
I throw him a hateful glance and exit the study while clicking.
"I'm worried at his sudden change of attitude..."
I say to Pamela as I pour myself a glass of water from the fridge.
"What has he done this time round? You know I always tell you to stop being naive!"
She replies while grinning.
" He won't speak to me. He even threatened to shoot me when I showed him I was concerned. I no longer know how to handle him due to his mood swings!"
I say, almost unsure.
" You have to try harder Donna. Don loves you and you know it... Just show him love, okay?"
I sigh heavily after hearing what she had to say.
She has been my pillar ever since I indulged myself on this hell of a marriage.
She keeps my sane whenever I'm looking it.
I place my glass on the kitchen sink then walk out after murmuring a thanks.
I slump on the expensive leather couch after picking a random novel from the stand.
I'm sure I won't concentrate but I've to read it to distract myself from the latest developments.
But who am I lying to?
I can't even make out any word from the novel.

When I'm finally exhausted from trying, I throw the novel on top of the TV stand and go upstairs to my bedroom.
I need to catch some sleep at least that way I will distract myself.

I'm woken by someone shaking me.
"Wake up you murderer!"
I sit up only to find Don hovering over me, shooting daggers at me. He's furious.
I can't tell why he is, but I'm about to find out.

"I'm talking to you murderer!"
He shouts!
"Why are you this furious honey? What have... "
"don't you honey me you slut!"
He cuts me short.
Here is a man who murders people for a living but he's calling me a murderer.
Just because I'm married to him doesn't mean I've become a murderer too!
"I don't get it Don!"
I blurted out, angered by his lame accusations.
" You know what? I've already shifted your rags to the guest room downstairs. That's where you belong. I don't want to see you anywhere near my bedroom. Ever again!"

I scrutinise him closely and he is seething with anger.
" What have I done now??"
" If I hear any other word from your stinking mouth, I will slap the hell out of you! I'm counting....... One.... Two.... "
I rise up from the bed and head to the closet. True to his word, all my clothes aren't there. Only his.
What's really happening?
When will I ever be happy. Is being unhappy my fate?

I drag my confused self downstairs.
I sit on the couch still confused. I'm not sure what's happening and I can sense it's something really serious. Don must have been possessed.
Oh God!

His high pitched commanding voice calling Pamela startles me from my reverie.
He's standing inches from the couch and when Pam gets to him, he bellows;
"From today onwards, you will be serving my food! That murderer over there won't be eating from the same plate as me. She has no right to assess the kitchen or even the living room. She should always be locked in the guest room....."

" Wait a minute sir, what has she done?"
" Are you going to follow my orders or should I get someone else to?"
" Sir, if you are fed up with her, why can't you just send her away? No need to...."
" Shut up woman! Will you? You are fired! Fired!you hear me?"
" Okay sir, I will follow your orders please forward to fire me!"
She's almost on her knees.
I wonder what I've done to trigger so much hatred and disgust from Don.

"Listen to me you daughter of a murderer...! Get out of my sight and get into your room now! I never want to see your ugly face out here or anywhere near my kitchen. If I do eh, I will have you for supper fool!"

I spring to feet and rush to the guest room as I leave Don hurling commands to Pamela..."

I throw myself on the bed and cry my eyes out. Why me! Why me! Why me?

The next couple of days, I'm treated as a nobody whenever Don is around but immediately he steps out, Pam calls me to watch the TV or just sit on the couch.
I'm no longer allowed access to the bar.
I'm dying with thirst for booze.
But I don't want to put Pamela in trouble.
Don has cut any help towards me.
No gifts, no nothing. Only food.
I'm totally assured that he no longer finds me appealing.
He has been coming home with different women a d when Pam tries stoping him, she's met with sacking threats. She just backs off.
Sometimes things get do nasty when he comes with his whores and they start kissing and making out on the couch, in the living room.
One afternoon, Pam bring my food and stares blankly into space.
"Donna, why don't you escape... Run away to stop all this suffering!"
My eyes beems with excitement.
" Help me escape Pam!"
"I will, and you are leaving now!"
" Are you serious? What about Drake or Jean? Aren't they outside?"
" Today is Drake's day off and Jean ain't that aggressive. I've put some sleeping tablets into his food and he's sound asleep."

Brilliant.

" Just carry a few stuff, I hope you have some money with you to sustain you for some time."
" Yes I have, let's go."
I say, while carrying my small luggage.
Freedom, here I come.....