Married to my Enemy

Chapter 18

"Dara come on, let's get you home." Kohl had just appeared at the bar we were at and was standing by our table. From what I could see, it looked like he was having a tough time trying not to judge my friends and me.

"Ah Kohl... Hi. Meet my friends." I'd said in my awkward drunken state. Oh, he did not look like he was in the mood to make small talk right now.

"Hi. I'm Kohl, Dara's husband." He introduced himself to my friends. Jayden waved and said hi and Dean gave him a simple salute.

"Do you guys want me to drop you off or anything?" Kohl asked them. Just as Jayden was about to scream yes, Dean had cut her off "No. That's okay, we'll call a cab."

Kohl waited with me and my friends till their cab came along and then right away, we'd made our own way back. I had a feeling all hell was about to break loose by the look of his face, so I tried to make the really quick walk to his car, super, super slow.

I kept sneaking glances at him even after we'd got into the car. "Uh... Kohl are you okay? You look l-like you're about to pop a blood vessel" I said as I blinked plenty with a goofy smile. "Fine. Just fine." "Okay then, that's g-" "But how could you be this irresponsible? Getting drunk at this hour, with no contact. Why did you only pick up just now?!" His fingers had stiffened on the steering wheel. He's lucky that his steering wheel was pretty sturdy. It could have crushed with the pressure he was putting on it.

You see me right, I'm made of stone. I do not cry, even when Julie in kindergarten called me an ugly toad. I didn't cry. But drunken Dara cries, oh not just cries, she sobs her heart out. Hand me them tissues.

I chewed on my bottom lip so hard it could've started bleeding and sobbed, "I haven't seen my friends ever since I got married to you! I'm always home, the one time I go out and see them, you wanna have a go at me! How could you? I thought you were nicer than this. But you're just bad, you're evil. You want me to only talk to you?!" I said this as clearly as a person who'd had consumed more than too many drinks could.

"Dara, why are you crying? It's just that I was... Worried. You freaked me out okay. I'm sorry. Of course, you can see your friends. But just give me a heads up, yeah?" He rubbed his neck with discomfort. I lit up right away as I could tell that he was being pretty genuine.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Really, really?!"

"Yes, really. So, stop asking. Why don't you drink the water on the side there, sober up a little, yeah?" He'd asked as he moved a strand away from my face that had been blocking my view of him.

I'd napped the whole ride home. Apparently, I'd also napped the way over from the car to my bed too. He must've carried me I thought. I had a look at my attire, thank god he didn't attempt at changing my clothes. He watched me as he took his tie off by the wardrobe. "Worried I did something to you?" "No of course not, what would make you think that?" I said as I tried to avoid his glossy eyes.

"Do you want me to?" He'd asked as he slowly moved toward the end of the bed, close to my legs, close enough to pull me towards him. He'd moved closer and leaned in closer to me. "To d-do what?" Ugh, why do I have to stutter right now? Why?!

"To do something... to you," He said as he put an arm smoothly beside my head, onto the headboard behind me. "No!" I pushed him off of me and hopped off the bed as fast as I could. "Jerk!" I quickly grabbed my pyjamas so I could go ahead and shower and change in our bathroom. He sat on the bed, laughing his head off. How funny. "I was merely just checking how drunk you were, seems like you're getting sober just fine." He laughed with his arm over his stomach as if his lame joke was that funny.