I awoke in darkness, my head was still disorientated as I let my eyes wander as I tried to realize where i was. I know this room everything was all beige, except for the paintings on the walls that offer a little colour to the room. My room I shared with Micheal when I was his wife.
It looked exactly the same as when I left it five years ago. I flick the light above the nightstand and the room is illuminated. I squinted my eyes at the bright light. Is this some kind of shrine? The book I was reading was still on the dresser. The clothes I laid out to wear all those years before sat on the chair next to our bed.
I got up and walked into my closet. All my clothes were in the exact place I left it. It smelt the same. I was beginning to feel queasy again. The image of Nate's head exploding filled my mind and I rushed to the bathroom and threw up in the pretty porcelain sink. I looked at my reflection for the first time since I came here. My eyes were puffy and red and my nose had bruises on it from all the sniffing and my constant wiping. My left hand has a dark red bruise from Micheal tugging me along; it didn't hurt though all I felt was numb.
Where was Micheal I thought and where were Bria most all. I knew she was safe but she is probably wondering where I am. I couldn't let her see me like this. I looked at my clothes they wear soiled and there was some splatter of Nate's blood one it. Nate, my mind went back to his battered face, my heart started hurting again and that queasy feeling came back. Nate is dead, I killed him. I killed the man who protected me for years. I needed to get clean,these fucking clothes reeks. Taking them off my body I threw them to the side. I stood naked and started at my reflection I think I am going to lose my mind. Where was Michael, why am I still alive, how can I possibly live with the fact that I killed Nate. It was too much struggling to breath and crippled with anxiety.
I made my way to the bathtub stepping into the white pristine tub with gold trimming. I sat in it and opened the faucet watching the warm tub filled up with the water was scorching hot . the stream floated up into the air as I watched on. I grabbed the vanilla scented body wash and threw some into the water. Watching as the water turned foamy and the room filled with its fragrance. When the water was high enough that my body wasn't visible. I close the faucet. I laid back into the bathed tub and tears started rolling down my cheeks again. My sobs echoed through the bathroom and the room was beginning to spin again. I couldn't breathe for the life of me as I faded into oblivion again.
I felt someone watching me as I slowly opened my eyes. Michael was above me and I think if I had not woken up he might have watched me for hours. I blinked and a smile spread across his face. I felt like I was expanding and each new space in me was beginning to be filled with anger.
"Valentina,you shouldn't sleep in the bathtub." He shook his head at me.
"What if you accidentally drown?" He asked me as I tried to conceal my nakedness from him even though the bubbles from the body wash had already formed a frothy blanket over me.
Michael had changed from his shirt and pants he was now wearing a black pajamas pants his chiseled chest and perfect abs were in full view. His wavy hair was pulled back into a ponytail. As his handsome face looked down at me. I wanted him dead. I hated his guts, his eyes were ever changing, they were the window to his soul. I could always tell his emotions with those green snake-like orbs. Grabbed my wrist Michael pulled me roughly out of the tub water splashed on the floor. I let out a small yelp as my naked body was now exposed.
I tried hiding myself with my other hand.
"Michael, please, let go of me!" I tried tugging away from him. I wasn't scared anymore if he wanted to kill me he would have. He pulled me against him my wet naked skin touched his warm body. He walked me to the mirror and we both looked at our reflection. I watched as Michael's eyes searched my naked body watching the swells of my breast and my flat stomach, the little stretch marks or my hips from giving birth to Bria. I stood still as he was lost in my womanly form. Watching the red marks on my hips and my swollen left wrist. He touched it causing me to flinch in pain. My fingers felt stiff and I could hardly move it now but the pain was hot and soaring as it hit me all at once. I know it wasn't broken but it was sprain at least it felt that way.
"Your wrist needs tending too," he said, shocking me. I looked at his eyes as he watched me; they weren't swirling with anger anymore. They were calm, almost remorseful and then he left me and entered my room and I heard as he opened the door and left. I grabbed a white fluffy towel from the closet and wrapped it around me feeling confused. Why did his eyes look so kind? Where had he gone I walked into the bedroom slowly unsure when the door opened and Micheal returned holding a first aid kit in his hand. I stared at it and then at his face trying to read his emotion. At that moment he had his eyes on me as well.
" Where is Bria?" I asked as he walked closer to me
"She is safe with Slyvia." he replied and I figured that much. He motioned me to sit on the bed and I did and he sat next to me. Taking my swollen wrist he gently traced his finger on the anger red and purple marks. I hissed in pain and tried pulling away.
"Stay still," he commanded as he opened the first aid kit and gently wrapped the bandage around my wrist
"Why are you being nice to me?" I asked quietly, his eyes slid up to mine, he watched me low and threatening and I wanted to look away.
" Because I need you, Bria needs you still she is very attached to you but once she has grown assoutom to me and this place then I would get rid of you." His voice was harsh causing me to shudder.
He stood up, grabbed the first aid kit and walked out the room my eyes followed and when the door was closed behind him I watched my throbbing wrist and started crying all over again.
I am a woman, maybe not the same woman from five years ago who he was desperately in love with but I could make him fall in love with me again. I can do that to make him love me to save myself for Bria sake. I cannot leave Bria. I have to stay alive even if it was just for her. I am a woman, I could be a temptress if I wanted to with curves that he was just staring at with hungry eyes even though he tried to hide it. I am a woman and I must make him fall in love with me again!