The power of love

                          Chapter 9

                        Allison’s POV

   I knew something was going to go wrong when he started caressing my back.

    My heart raced in fear of what might happen.

    I haven’t had sex before and to a woman, her first is supposed to be a memorable one filled with care and love and gentle as possible.

     Then the accusations came first, I tried to be as reasonable as possible because I knew he was drunk.

    “I don’t understand you” I tried to move but he held me in place.

   “You ask them to help with your zip first before having sex”

    “What!!” I screamed and thrashed in his arms

   “I wonder how they must have felt with this perfect body of yours”

   “Stop saying nonsense and please release me. You’re drunk” I cajoled

   He gripped my arms tightly and trailed kisses on my neck.

   I got goosebumps instead.

   My body shook “Tyler please don’t this, at least not when you’re drunk. I’ve always wanted my first time to be memorable and with someone I love pls. I haven’t even confirmed my feelings for you pls. I’m begging” my voice shook now and I sobbed.

   “You’re lying. Is that what you tell those men so they can handle you roughly?” He whispered harshly.

    I was hurt with his accusations, is that what he has always thought of me

   “Please believe me” I said

   He tore my clothes and threw me on the bed.

    Before I could get up and run to the door, he had removed his underwear and locked me in place.

  I screamed in horror and covered my eyes with my hands when I saw him naked.

   “Tyler please don’t do this, pls” I said into my hands, the tears kept falling.

   He ignored my cries and held my hands firmly with one hand and used the other to tear my pants away.

    His eyes fed on my naked body.

   I shook my head trying to plead, I didn’t care about my naked body.
    He put his d**k in my v*gina and thrust hard.

     I screamed in pain and cried as my virginity was finally broken by a drunk husband.

     The deed has been done, he wasn’t even moved by my tears so there’s no use crying again.

   I just looked at him with cold eyes as he thrust in and out.

     All I felt was pain, everywhere ache.

    My body, my head, eyes, every single part of my body.

   Moments later, He rolled off me and slept beside me.

    “Now, this is what I call a supercalifragilisticexpialidocious night” He said and slept off.

    I laid that position till dawn, unable to move.

   I had tried standing up but I couldn’t.

     “Mummmm……..” The tears came back again.

   When it was dawn, I managed to stand up.

  I groaned in pain as I packed few of my clothes and picked a room downstairs.

   Walking was so painful, my thighs hurt including my private part.

   All my wishes has gone down the drain.

   I locked myself inside and laid on the bed.

   I couldn’t even sit down

 My tears flowing silently, I had no control over it.

   I shouldn’t have asked him to help with the zip, maybe all this wouldn’t have happened.

   Pain shot through my thighs as I curled myself and poured my heart out.

    πŸ’” Tyler’s POV πŸ’”

    I woke up feeling kind of different, my head was still fuzzy.

   “How did get on the bed?”

   I sat up and tried to remember what happened last night.

    I looked to my side and didn’t see Allison.

 I eyes caught something on the bed.

  “Blood!”

   Did she hurt herself this morning?

  I looked closely at the blood and events of the day before came rushing back in full force.

    “Omg!!!!!” I gasped in shock “What have I done?? She was truly a virgin and I had sex with her forcefully.”

    I hit my head with the heel of my hands.

    She must hate me so much now.

   “Why did I let what that foolish girl said get into my head? Now I’m a coward.”

    I called Jerry and asked him to take over the affairs of the office for a month.

   I called my private doctor too and asked him to come

    I have mistakes to rectify, I hope she forgives me.

    I can’t imagine what she’s going through now or how she’s feeling.

   Wait a sec, where’s she?

   I jumped out from the bed and wore my underwear and trousers quickly.

    “Allison” I screamed her name but got no response.

  Not like I was expecting one though.

  One thing is sure though, she can’t leave the house in pains so she’s definitely in a room.

   I searched on the room in our floor and my heart skipped a beat “What if she had left?”

   I went down and tried the rooms.

  I almost gave up when I tried a door and found it locked.

   All the rooms are always opened so she’s definitely in this room.

   I traced the sound and tried opening the door.

   It was locked.

  The doorbell rang alerting me of the presence of the doctor.

   “Allison please open the door, I’m sorry” I hit my hands on the door.

    “I brought a doctor please, let him attend to you” I pleaded.

   I ran back to my room to get the master key, truly few of her things are in the room but…..

   Where’s she???

                             Chapter 10

                       πŸ’™Tyler’s POVπŸ’™

  I walked in fully into the room and strained my ears to pick any sound at all.

   I heard sobs coming softly from the bathroom.

   “Allison please I’m sorry, I know I have no excuse but I’m really sorry” I stood at front of the door.

    ” Go away, I don’t want to see you nor hear your voice. Leave me alone”

   I sighed heavily and left the room.

  I went back to the living room and answered the still ringing bell.

   “Don’t worry you can go back, I’ll call you later when I need you”

    “Oh okay” The doctor looked confused and turned to go.

    I watched him go and sank into a sofa.

   We have exactly two weeks and three days to leave each other if we want to. It would be six months then.

   If we going to separate, we have to settle things.

     “What do I do?”

    “First I need to change every thing in that damn room so it won’t bring back memories including the bed”

   I went back to the room and took my phone to start placing orders.

                         πŸ’” AllisonπŸ’”

I heard him shouting name and thanked God the room wasn’t sound proofed.

I stood up and walked painfully to bathroom.

   I haven’t eaten nor taken a bath. My body is smelling but I don’t care.

   I heard him knock on the door ” Allison, I brought a doctor please let him attend to you”

    I locked the bathroom because I knew sooner or later, he’ll open the door.

    He must have opened it because I heard footsteps in the room.

  Just the sound of his voice brought back memories

   I choked back a sob and clamped my hands over my mouth.

    I want to stop crying, why don’t I have control over my tears.

    “Allison I’m sorry I know I have no excuse but I’m sorry” he said through the door

    ” Go away, I don’t want to see you nor hear your voice”

     ” I hate you” I added silently.

    It’s funny though, I’m trying to hate him but it’s not working and it’s making matters worse for me.

    Have I lost how to feel?

   I don’t even love neither do I like him but I don’t hate him.

   Maybe because I haven’t hated anyone in my life that’s why I’m finding this hard or perhaps I hate him already unknown to me.

   I heard his retreating footsteps and the door closing. It’s a good thing he left me.

   It’s a good thing he left quietly.

   When I was sure he wasn’t in the room, I came out and went to lock the door leaving the key in the keyhole this time.

   As I went back to bed a thought came to my mind.

    If I don’t talk to someone soon or find a way out of this mess very soon, I’m going to fall into depression. I can feel it.

    I laid on the bed looking at the ceiling, even if I call anyone, I can’t bring myself to say I was raped.

    A married woman was raped by her husband.

   Very difficult to believe.

*Two weeks later,*

   Tyler’s POV

   It’s being two weeks now since the incident. I haven’t seen Allison.

   Thank God I stock fruits in every room inside the refrigerator. I’m sure that’s what she might feeding on.

 Every day, I visit the door just to hear her voice.

    Her sobbing has reduced but she’s unnaturally quiet, too quiet.

    Every time I knock and she says “go away” it’s gives me the assurance that she’s okay.

   Today I’m going to open the door whether she likes it or not.

   I need to see her, I know I have no explanation to give but I miss her.

   I already changed everything in the room, nothing would bring back memories, the only thing left to change is her thoughts of me to good ones.

   I’m going to do whatever it takes to change it, the memory of that night needs to be changed.

   I want to see her smile and laugh back

  This past weeks has been unexplainable for me.

   I wake up every morning and turn to my side expecting to see her sleeping or to see her standing before me asking me to take my bath and get ready for work.

  Sometimes I go downstairs to the kitchen expecting to meet food on the kitchen table waiting for it to be ate.

   The house is too quiet, even when I was living alone, it wasn’t as quiet as this.

   Matters gone worst, the dog barks angrily whenever I gives it food like it knew what happened.

    I’m it’s owner and it felt no obligation to me, He gave its obligation and loyalty to Allison instead.

   For the first two days, the dog didn’t eat the food I brought.

   I always find it whimpering but once it set his eyes in me, he barks angrily.

   Soon it began eating once every two days and it never stopped barking at me.

   The dog misses her too.

    I’m going to do whatever it takes to see her.

  At times I do hallucinate and see her moving around the house happily and once I blink, the image is gone

   I just want her back, I want Allison back even if it’s the crazy one, I don’t mind.

Seeing her and having the reassurance she’s here is enough for me.

    The house feels dead to me

My phone rang jolting me out of my thoughts.

   My detective called.

   I had called him three weeks ago to find out what happened and why my name is suddenly on every headlines with praises.

   I had forgotten about him.

   I answered on the last ring

   πŸ“ž  “Hello” I said coolly into the phone

 πŸ“ž   “Do you mind trading places with me or trading wives ?” I heard him smile over the phone

πŸ“ž   ” What do you mean?” My voice took on a dangerous note

πŸ“ž   “I love your wife, she’s what I can call a perfection” he said

     πŸ“ž” Helllooooo, you’re talking to Tyler Stones” I reminded him in case he mistook me for someone else

  πŸ“ž “I know” he laughed “your wife is a role model to others. Her name is being plastered everywhere especially with her speech”

   πŸ“ž” What speech?” I asked confusedly ” and what about what I asked you to look into”

  πŸ“ž “You’re not going to believe what I found”

   πŸ“ž” What’s it?” I asked

πŸ“ž   ” Everything has been your wife’s doing. She has been doing it all in your name. No woman would want to do that, instead she’ll want the fame for herself. My wife already took her as a role model.”

   πŸ“ž ” What??! ” I asked in shock

πŸ“ž   ” You’re shocked right? Wait till you hear her speech in the last function you both went to. Even radios replay her speech”

    πŸ“ž” What speech?”

 πŸ“ž  “I’ll send it to you right now when I hang up, please don’t stop loving your wife. She’s truly one in a million and the best one could ever ask for. It’ll be bad if you make her cry. She’s precious.” He hung up leaving me in shock.

   My phone beeped immediately and I opened the audio he sent.

 I dropped my phone in shock

   I have to make things right, I can’t wait any longer.

  “Allison please open the door” I knocked and paused for her usual response.

   “Allison” I knocked again when I didn’t get any response.

 I pressed my ears on the door to listen. I didn’t pick up any sound.

  Her heart suddenly start beating fast.

   “Allison!!” I shouted and continued hitting the door

   Seeing I wasn’t going to get a response, I ran to the kitchen to pick some tools.

   I’m very good at picking locks so picking this wouldn’t be difficult.

  I came back and tried picking the lock but it was difficult because my hands was shaking.

 I tried the second time, my hands were still shaking.

I took a deep breath and tried again.

    The door opened and the sight before me is an image that’s going to be engraved in my memory for a very long time reminding me on the mistake I made.

    Allison was in the pool of her own blood, her body filled with wounds.

  She is very thin and pale.

    “Allison!!!” I screamed and rushed to her side.

   Now it’s my turn to cry……

                     Chapter 11

          Tyler’s POV

  “How’s she?” I asked the doctor

    “Let’s talk in my office” he glanced around and led the way.

    “She’s stable now, if you had brought her five minutes later, she would have died” he scrutinized me with his eyes “what happened? She cut herself too deep and she hasn’t been eating. She’s too weak”

     “I don’t know, I met her that way” I looked down “can I do to her ward now?”

   “Sure you can and one more thing,  Your wife is pregnant!”

  “Come again” my head shot up

   “I said your wife is pregnant” he smiled

    “Okay” I stood up and left the office, I don’t know if it’s a good thing or not.

    One thing is sure though, that stupid girl is going to pay for what she said about my Allison.

   I entered her ward after asking the nurse in charge and my heart broke at the sight. The once vibrant Allison is dull and pale and a baby is growing inside her.

   My baby.

  I took a chair and moved it closer to her bed and to her hand in mine

   “I’m so sorry, pls forgive me” I said to her still body.

 A tear dropped as I remembered what happened that night, then another and another.

   People call you a perfection, I smiled through the tears.

  I replayed the audio the detective sent to me earlier.

   Someone had asked “Why isn’t a whore with him, we’ve heard all about his sex escapades in your marriage and from the looks of it, you don’t even look bothered”

  A pause then another person said
” You don’t even come out to the press to as the Prince’s wife”

   Another pause then Allison voice came through.

     “I love living a simple life. I’m not used to glamorous life like most of you are. I don’t like being the attention of people that’s why I live a low life and use my money instead for better things. What’s my profit if I appear in all headlines? It’s not like I would get paid. I see dressing to please camera or press a puerile behavior. Matured women don’t act that way and as to my marriage, I don’t see how my marriage affects you guys. My marriage is mine and mine alone. The time you used in poking around into my marriage affair you should have used it to take care of your home and give attention to your husband. He would appreciate it. I trust my husband, he wouldn’t cheat on me just the same way I wouldn’t. We have our vows to keep”

     “I broke mine by cheating and not understanding you” I sniffed and kissed her hand.

    Then I remembered what the waiter had said that night. I didn’t know he and all the people that surrounded her were just impressed by her speech and I was getting myself drunk.

    “I love that woman and would love her as wife. She’s the perfect one. I heard she’s married. Her husband is a very lucky one” the waiter had said

   “How lucky?” I remembered asking white taking the eight cup

     “Lucky enough that if I have my way, I might just snatch her from him”

    My heart constricted “can things ever go back to how it was?”

   She had starved herself too much just because of me. I’ve brought too much pain.

    I watched her for hours as she slept.

   She suddenly stirred and fluttered her eyes open.

    “Allison” I stood up

Once her focus was on me, she let out a very long scream which alerted the doctors and nurses.

   I was ushered out while they attended to her.

   Few minutes later, the doctor came out and looked at me with accusing eyes.

   “We sedated her, so she’s asleep now. She doesn’t want to see you” he shook his head and left

    “Gosh!” I sat down outside the ward “this is much worst than I imagined”

    Allison’s POV

    “Where am I?” My body felt heavy.

   I tried opening my eyes but I didn’t have the strength.

   “Who’s holding my hands?”

 From the beep sound to the smell here, I think I’m in a hospital.

    I remembered what I had done earlier.

    I started culturing the habit of cutting myself. It stopped the cries and I was relieved because I could only focus on the pain coming from the wound not my heart.

I loved hurting myself because hurting myself takes away the pain.

    Then I felt I couldn’t go on like this, my voice would be too low against his if I want to take it up besides no one would believe me.

    I just felt like dying but the thought of my parents and siblings stopped me from taking rash decisions.

   I couldn’t bring myself to eat and I started feeling sick.

   The pain had came back and I took a pocket knife to cut open a wound.

    I cut arm deep but it didn’t work, it wasn’t enough. I cut open another deeper and it still wasn’t enough.

  I moved to my thighs because it’s rich in blood. I cut it opened and very deep or maybe to deep because that was the last thing I remembered.

   “Who’s holding my hands?” I tried again and opened my eyes slowly. 

    My eyes finally came to focus, it was Tyler.  “WTH is he doing beside me??!!”

   I gathered my strength and took a deep breath and screamed instinctively.

  I didn’t even know what I was doing till I saw doctors and nurses come in and tried to keep my voice down.

   They brought out a needle and syringe.

  “Please don’t inject me, I just don’t want to see him” I pleaded but they wouldn’t listen.

   I was injected and I fell into a dreamless sleep.

  *A WEEK LATER,*

Tyler’s POV

   Before she was discharged, she had called Francisco and the guy I saw her hug at the function.

     I wasn’t allowed to see her when she’s awake only when she’s asleep.

   The doctors said I had to stay away from her so she can recover and I was told she was always sedated before be could sleep. No sedation, no sleep.

  I felt even bad.

   She was being discharged today and I watched as the guy and Mr Francisco walked her to the car to take her home, they didn’t even acknowledge my presence.

   At least thank God she’s going back home.

   I got home before them and prepared another room for her, not the one she cut herself in.

   When they got home, I directed them towards the room.
 
   Mr Francisco made her sit on the bed and sat beside her.

   While the guy held her arms and she refused to look at his eyes.

   I stood at the door and watched them.

   The guy stood up and came to me.

   ” Can I see you?” He asked and went outside.

   I followed suit, when we got to the living room.

  He shot out his fist and punched me hard in the face.

   I almost retaliated but stopped after a second thought.

   “What did you do to my sister?” He punched me even harder on the face.

   My lips bled.

   “Your sister?” I asked

   I even in a thousand thoughts think they’ll be related and I got so jealous and drunk.

   “Yes my sister but my cousin to be precise. We grew up together not that it matters but what did you do to her because she isn’t saying anything?”

  “I’ll handle the affairs of my marriage” I replied.

    “You handled it so well she almost died, I don’t want you handling it well again Tyler, if anything happens to her again, I assure you, you’ll be gone.” He glared at me and went back to the room.

   When I got to the room, I found Allison sleeping soundly on Mr Fransisco shoulders.

  He set her gently on the bed and stood up.

   He bent over and kissed her fore head “I’m disappointed” he said and left with her cousin following him but not without giving me a final warning glare.

   I looked at her snoring gently and then her stomach where my baby is growing.

   “Lord help me” I sent a prayer up!!

                          Chapter 12

*Three days later,*

Tyler’s POV

   She refused to talk to me not even a word.

   But I’m happy she’s here, I just have to show how sorry I am.

She doesn’t come out of her room and whenever I give her food, she eats it almost immediately before I leave the room.

   Does she know she’s pregnant?

   Gosh, she’s now a prisoner in her own room.

  If only I had listened to her and try to understand her.

   I reflected back to what the detective had said.

    “Do you mind trading places with me or trading wives?

  “I love your wife, she’s what I can call a perfection”

  “your wife is a role model to others. Her name is being plastered everywhere especially with her speech

” Everything has been your wife’s doing. She has been doing it all in your name. No woman would want to do that, instead she’ll want the fame for herself. My wife already took her as a role model.”

 “please don’t stop loving your wife. She’s truly one in a million and the best one could ever ask for. It’ll be bad if you make her cry. She’s precious”

    “I don’t think she’s mine to keep because she’ll never forgive me”.

    I took my car key and drove out, heading to the address I received on my phone.

   “Heyyy! How you? What brings you over?”

    “Hi, you’re going with me to apologise to my wife” I replied

  “Why would I?”

   “Because everything you said was wrong, why did you lie?”

   “Who wouldn’t want to trade places with your wife” she rolled her eyes.

  “Even if she had left, I still wouldn’t choose you”

   “Well even if you didn’t choose me, you would choose another woman who doesn’t deem herself perfect like your wife so that’s enough”

    “Now I know you’re crazy, you’re going to apologize to her or yours beloved brother dies right now, you get tired in your workplace and I’ll get you sued”

    Her face became pale and white as sheet

   “You’re joking right?”

   “No I’m not” I said matter-of-factedly ” Now I’m at a point where I don’t care anymore, you made me something unforgivable”

    “I hope she leaves you soon then” she grinned

    “Are you going with me or not?” I raised an eyebrow

    “Fine let’s go”

    My phone rang,

   πŸ“ž”Yes mum?”

   πŸ“ž”No greetings” mum scoffed over the phone “so you still want her or not?

   πŸ“ž” Don’t worry about us mum”

   πŸ“ž”Really?” She squealed over the phone “I knew I chose the right girl for you, she has a very big and generous heart and at the same time daring and bold. I’ll come sometime to see you”

   πŸ“ž”No mum” I replied quickly “we’ll come over instead, I promise”

    πŸ“ž”Okay” she hung up happily

    “Your mother likes her?” The girl asked

   I glared at her and led the way out.

    Just outside her room, I heard Allison’s phone ring and decided to wait for her to answer her call before going in.

     πŸ“ž”Mumm……. I’m fine” I heard her say

   πŸ“ž “Yes, he’s good too”

    πŸ“ž”We’ve decided to stay a little longer for now and get to each other even better”

   πŸ“ž”Yeah no worries, I’m sure”

  πŸ“ž “I’ll come home very soon, prepare my room”

  πŸ“ž “No I’m not sick, just tired”

   πŸ“ž”Bye, I love you too”

I knocked and opened the door gently.

    “Can I come in?” I asked

   She looked at me pointedly, I took that as a yes and ushered myself and the girl inside.

    She looked at the girl and glanced away happily.

   I glared at the girl, signalling she starts talking.

    “I’m sorry Mrs Allison, I said really bad things about you to your husband, I painted you as a gold digger and a cheat. I told him all about the bad rumors I heard because you know why? She acting a little too perfect for my liking and I wouldn’t mind trading places with you. So if you’re angry with your husband, forgive him and leave your position to me. I’ll do well with it” the girl said with a rush and ran outside.

    “You’re so dead” I shouted after her.

   No expression was on Allison’s face, I don’t know what she’s thinking.

   She took a book and pen and wrote gently on the paper then showed it to me

   “She said things but she didn’t make you do it. That was your decision to make and you choose to do it” she wrote on the paper and threw it away.

    “I want a divorce after childbirth, I can’t bear you”

    “Please give me till then to make things right” I knelt down by her side ” I’ll never hurt you again. Give me a second chance till you give birth before you decide you want a divorce. I don’t want to lose you please”

    She gave a subtle nod.

  “To be continued…”
 

By penhouse

Jaja Godspower is a creative thinker and business strategist. He an award winning writer, blogger, author and a film maker from Nigeria. He is motivated with the desire to grow brands and businesses through adequate branding and visibility with his writing expertise. He is the founder of Penhouse Initiative, one of the largest growing writing hub in Africa.

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