“Hi babe, how was your day?” He asked as I seated on the passenger seat and kissed him on the cheek.
“Great!! The presentation went well.” I told him
“I’m thinking of taking you out on a restaurant but with that dress? I think we’ll just order and stay at home.” He said seriously.
“I’m good with that, besides, there are lots of things that we need to talk about.” I just smiled at him.
I can see the anger in his eyes. Probably because I’m wearing this dress again, and I know for a fact that he doesn’t want me to wear such dresses or because I know that he is mad but I don’t seem to care. He is not looking at me. He is driving faster than normal. I don’t feel any fear of how the events will turn out. All I know is I want everything to be in place.
As he stopped at the parking lot, I was waiting for him to open the door for me as he usually does but he went straight at the house door waiting for me.
“Are you planning to stay there all night?” he asked furiously.
I just smiled at him and stepped out of the car. I know it’s unlikely for me to still smile at him in spite that he is so exasperated. As we entered the house, he slammed the door so loud.
‘Damn he is really mad’ I thought to myself.
“Yes I am. Madder than you could imagine.” He glared at me and gripped my arm pulling me into the living room. “And yes, you again thought out loud.” He said as he continued to pull me.
“Stop it, you’re hurting me!” I screamed as I bolted to release myself from his grip but the grip is so tight that I’m not able to pull myself out. I feel that part of my arm burning. It’s so hot that I can’t even hold my tears from falling because of the burning sensation.
He pushed me in to the sofa. He let out 3 deep breaths probably to calm himself. I then fixed my sitting position and just hold my arm trying to at least ease the pain. He looked at me looking sorry for his actions.
“I’m sorry Aaliyah, I’m just so aggravated that you don’t seem to care about my opinion anymore.” He held my arm and kissed the part where the bruise is starting to build up. “It’s just a week ago that we argued about the way you dress but look at you now, you still do it. And you always knew how to make me calm down each time I get mad at you but the way you act today, it’s like you want me to be more frustrated. What’s with you?” He sounded so calm. I know that part of what he is saying is true.
I just looked at him. I’m searching the strength that I have kept so long to myself to tell him the things that I want to, or need to. I let out a deep breath, faced him and looked him straight in the eye.
“Look Jake, I just want you to know that I valued your opinions for a very long time but you also have to respect those that are mine. And that being said, I want you to know and to respect my decision of me not quitting my work.” I told him trying me best to sound brave and strong though the truth is, I’m afraid on how he would react on this.
He stared at me for 30 seconds. “I understand that this is really what you wanted but I hope you also understand how I long for your attention. You don’t really have to work, I can provide for you and the family that we will be having. All you have to do is to take care of me and our soon to be babies, so please let’s not argue about this and just agree with me.” he held both of my hands, kissed it and put it in his chest where I can feel his heart beating calmly.
This is the part where I wish I could just talk to him over the phone for me not to see his face and not to feel his sweet gestures because every time I see him like this, I go back into the first time I fell in love with him. His puppy eyes looking at me, he is like hypnotizing me to agree with him and just follow what he wants, but this can’t be. I need to be firm with my decision, this is not for the man in my dream or whatever, and it is for me.
I blinked and try not to look at him.
“If you love me, you should support me to whatever makes me happy. You should be happy with what I am achieving. You should push me to do more.” I said with my cracked voice.
“And us having a family, I MIGHT consider quitting work for the children but until that happens, let me do my passion. Let me be happy with what I do and just with US. I am not saying that I won’t be happy if we’ll have our family but I need to enjoy ME and US before we even go into the married life.” I continued.
“Princess please just this one time, let me prove that I’ll be worth quitting your job.” He said.
“No. For once, let me decide for myself. This is what I want and no one can stop me. This isn’t about you, this isn’t about our relationship, and this is about me being happy. This relationship that we have isn’t just about you, your opinions and you thinking that you know what’s good for me. A relationship is made of 2 people for a reason, and that is not just for the one to ALWAYS decide for both and the other to ALWAYS agree to the other. It is because, both have to agree on a decision or at least meet halfway. I’m so over this relationship being all about you.” I screamed and pulled my hands from him.
“Is there someone who’s giving you all this idea? Is there someone that you are now boasting about? Are you having an affair with someone richer than me? Does he make you happy in bed? Are you satisfied with his size? Does he,” he started shouting and pushing me until I hit the edge of the sofa. His eyes are burning with anger. I slapped him before he can even continue talking.
“THIS.IS.ALL.MY.DECISION. I don’t need anyone to manipulate me like you do. I don’t need a richer man because I know in time I will be rich because of what I do and who are you to judge my dignity? We have together for 3 years and you know that I am saving my virginity till the day that we get married. How dare you!” I started punching his chest which doesn’t affect him at all.
“is this what you want?” he asked as he started to forcefully kiss me from my lips, to my jaws. He licked my earlobes down to my neck as one of his hands is crawling to my legs going up to my thighs and the other keep me pushed in to the sofa.
“Please stop!! Help me!!! Don’t do this. This is not you Jake. Please.” I cried. I feel so helpless. My knees and my whole body is so weak that I can’t even push him. My tears are flowing endlessly. My voice is all cracked. I am starting to be disgusted with myself. I’m in despair.
The door suddenly boomed open and Mia broke the beer bottle she is holding on Jake’s head and pushed him away from me.
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Love and its Timing
Ficțiune generalăTwo people parted ways after breaking up. They have been away from each other for 5 long, painful years. They've started new lives, chased their dreams and gave themselves another chance at love. The love they had which was kept hidden on the deepes...
