I'm Scared Of You.

7

Salomon, my husband, is showering right now.
I have a phone in my hand.
I can call Nicholas right now.
I can... But...
I'm scared.
Why are you, Margo?
If it's the hotel phone he could just ask who you called.
But... If I were missing he had know I went to see my family.
Ugh. I bought this phone for nothing!
Whatever...
I won't call him.
Good girls behave, right mom? You trained me over and over to obey every little order. Each one.
I can't do it.
Maybe I'll have the courage tomorrow...
Or I could call today, and be the whole day of tomorrow in my Father's arms.
Ugh!!!
Breathe, breathe...
I dialed the number.
Dammit... I can't believe I'm doing this. I'll get in trouble.
Ugh...
["Hello?"]
I flinched.
A wave of joy filled my heart. I ran toward one closet and whispered:
"Brother...?"
["Who is this?"]
"Margo.", I said.
["Little Margo, whose phone is this?"]
"That doesn't matter. Listen, where are you?"
["Egypt."]
"What..."
["Yeah, where are you?"]
"Selina."
["Oh... We'll meet next time. Oh, I heard you moved in with your husband, Salomon."]
"Ah... Y-Yeah."
["I'll pay you a visit as soon as I arrive to Vitalia.]
["You don't even know where I live.", I sighed.]
I suddenly notice that the shower has been closed. Uh-oh...
["I do, I'm ... Friends... With Benedicta. Salomon's sister."]
"Really?"
["Yeah... She told me a few things about Salmon. But I still want to meet him."]
"You should. He's lovely like our dog Chestnut, remember?"
["... I'll arrive soon Margo."]
"Yeah..."
["I love you little one."]
"I love you too, bye..."
I hung up on the phone.
I opened the closet door.
I turn the phone off and hide it.
And naturally walked out of the bedroom I was in.
"Salomon...?", I called.
He didn't reply.
Sigh... So mysterious, right?
"Salo...", There he was.
Walking out of a bathroom wearing a black silky pajamas.
"Oh. Here you are.", he said.
"Hello.", I smiled. "I'm going to order food, are you eating?"
"I want oatmeal."
"Alright."
I walked to the phone of the hotel.
"Margo... Who were you talking with in the closet?"
I froze.
"Wh-"
"I heard you.", he said.
"What did you heard?"
"You were declaring your love to someone.", he chuckled.
He.
Chuckled.
My legs feeling weak.
This is anything but good.
"Was it a man? Are you cheating on me?", he asked with a smile.
I took a deep breathe.
I was educated to be a good wife. I know how to handle this, calm down, calm down...
Here we go...
"Of course not, Salomon. It was my brother, Nicholas.", I said walking towards him. "Why would you think that?"
"Because... you were hiding."
"You said you didn't like technology, remember, I didn't want to disturb you.", I said.
He looked at me.
"Where... did you get the... phone?"
"I bought it."
He didn't reply.
"I wouldn't dare to do something like that."
I was being completely honest and acting calm like my mother taught me.
He looked to the floor, his wet black hair dripping down his white skin.
"I'm sorry.", I said. "I really wanted to meet my family."
He frowned.
"I... Thought I was clear before."
"You were clear, but...". He stared at me with a dark gaze.
Waiting for my reply.
Waiting for me to speak.
I gulped.
"N-Nothing. I'm sorry. I was wrong. I should've listened you."
No! This your fault! I didn't do anything!
He grabbed both my hands, and slowly pulled.
I understood that he wanted me closer, so I did.
"You married me. I'm your family."
I opened my eyes shocked and moved by his words.
In a way... he is. But I don't think I'll ever get use to this. I'll always feel like a guest in my house, like a birthday present, and somebody's marionette.
He isn't my husband. I'm not a wife. I don't have a home. I'll never be happy.
And... Salomon, you are not my family.
He placed his hand behind my neck, fondling it.
"Learn to enjoy spending time with me. Because you are never leaving my side."
That's right, it's uncommon for arranged marriages in the economic side to get divorced. If you only care about social status, money, power, influence, and connections.
Arranging a marriage with some millionaire's son is the best thing that could happen to you. Why would you divorce?
I only wanted to study what I liked, travel alone around the world, try crazy foods and visit crazy places, marry a guy whose not weird like Salomon.
A normal and comfortable life of a rich girl.
"Yes.", I said.
He pulled my head to his shoulder he exhaled in my ear and said:
"Next time you pull something like that again. I'll freeze any income of money you have, Margo. We'll see... if the savior of your brother will have any interest in you if you don't have a single penny."
Haha... Playing Truths the hurt. Nasty.
There was so much I wanted to say.
But I was just too sacred.
I am a coward.
"Yes.", I said.
My life is already messed up, the best I can do is stay out of his way and to have a calm marriage. And to achieve that I must be of his liking... I must be an excellent wife.
Try harder. It's not enough.
"I'm sorry for hiding things from you. I was selfish. It won't happen again."
He didn't reply.
He stopped touching my neck and walked away.
"Oatmeal", he reminded me.
"Right."
He disappeared from my sight.
I took a deep breath.
I felt like throwing up.
Calm down... Calm down... Nicholas, he will come.
Right. Chestnut is our emergency word.
He knows something isn't right.
He'll come... Salomon is lying... Well he isn't... But Nicholas will come.
Not for the money, but because he's my blood. My best friend, my brother.
And he cares about me. My family cares about me. They didn't know that Salomon would be like this. If they knew they wouldn't send me here...
«I'm friends... With Benedicta. Salomon's sister.»
«She told me a few things about Salomon»
No. They didn't know about his personality, Margo.
I know they used me, but they love me.
They miss me.
This is a sacrifice I'm making, this is my way of saying thank you for your love and care.
It's the least I can do after all the money they spend on my education and so...
I'm glad to make this, if it's for the sake of my family.
I would do anything for them.
And they would do anything for me.
They will nullify this arrangement when Nicholas finds out.
... But why do I not believe my words?