Sex And Fantasies

Plans And Wills

ENTRY 2.4 *** Gayle's POV “Get ready for tonight, your parents are going to visit you. Conceal those bruises and cuts on your face and wore a long sleeve—” “Why don’t you just let me go, this time?” I asked, I had enough. Today is our first wedding anniversary and after all debating inside my head, I need to let go. As expected, his facial expression became dark, and his eyes became blank as they pierced into mine. It seems like I am falling into an endless hole. Suddenly, he grabbed me by the arm, and his grasp tightened, seemingly trying to squeeze my arm until it run out of blood. I flinch because of the pain registered in my system but I still met his eyes. “Repeat what you have said,” he uttered as he pulled me closer to him. “Let. Me. Go.” Liam’s eyes burn in anger as he slapped me on my cheeks, making my face turn to the side and running my tongue into the side, I taste the blood from the cut of my lips. “Who told you—” “Then just kill me!” I shouted right in front of his face. “I have enough. You beat me, you let me watch you and your different woman, having sex, you never let me see the outside because you’re caging me here. Now, let me ask you,” I know I shouldn’t talk like this because I will just provoke him to hurt me more but I can’t hold on any longer, “who did worst between us?” Liam’s eyes never left mine as his grip tightened. “You still did the worst thing, Gayle,” he uttered, clenching his jaws. I let out a smile. Better do this, well, there’s nothing new, whatever I’m doing, it’s always wrong for him. “Yeah, I did. Then what you’re doing is not worst?” I asked through his eyes. Liam tilted his head slightly as his eyes grew bigger. “Just be thankful that I didn’t tell what you did to your parents or else—” Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

“Or else what, huh?” I asked pushing myself into him, but I felt that he moved away. “Then tell them! I will tell them what you’re doing to me too. I have shreds of evidence—” I didn’t finish my words when he threw a hard slap on my cheek and let go of his grip, making me stumbled on the carpeted floor. All I did again was cry. I cried again. My vision gets blurry because of the tears overflowing into my eyes, they’re like waterfalls flowing down my cheeks. I never dared to look up again. I don’t want to see his eyes again. I had enough. I need to escape. My parents will visit me tonight. I will have that opportunity to escape. “Your mom wants us to celebrate a fucking shit anniversary at a restaurant but I told them that you will cook. So, you cook!” he exclaimed and I heard his footsteps getting away from where I am. I wiped my tears away as I rushed inside my room and locked it. I leaned to the door and slide down as I started to break down again. It’s killing me slowly—this pain is killing me slowly. I want to think of something to hold him in the neck, even if I will threaten him. I just need to have the opportunity to do it—that’s my plan B. If Plan A won’t work tonight—ask for help from my parents, at least I have plan B. Liam is not the Liam I used to know. He may be rich and handsome but he’s a demon inside as he punished his wife. I know my mistakes can’t be forgotten but the consequences that I have are too much. In the afternoon, I tried to put makeup on my face, concealing the bruises and cuts in it, but the deep cut beside my lips is way too hard to hide. I mixed some concealer and foundation on the lid and try to put another part and successfully, I concealed it. Wearing my white dress, I move down and started to make my way to the kitchen. I saw Liam there, cutting some vegetables. I didn’t greet him and went straight to get my apron. He already told me what to cook earlier and I don’t need to ask him again. If I do, he will beat me again—nothing changes. When I stop in front of him to grab some ingredients, he lifted his face and looked at me but I put down my gaze and didn’t meet his eyes. I gathered my long hair and make a bun. I can still feel his eyes on me but I didn’t bother to give a glance in his direction.

“How dare you ignore me?” I close my eyes to calm myself. There he goes again. If you’re not bothering him, he will ask that. If I greeted him or even flashed a smile at him, he will still get mad. So, what am I gonna do? I looked at him, meeting his eyes. “I don’t have anything to say, Liam. Should I bother you?” Liam scoffed. “Now, you’re talking back again?” I let out a sarcastic laugh. “If I will not talk, you’ll get angry still. So, what’s the difference?” Liam put down the knife and with his bigger steps, he went to my side. As usual, you can see the anger that lingers in his eyes. “Get inside my room,” he said. And I know what he will try to do again. I shook my head. “I need to prepare dinner—” “No, we’re just going to the restaurant. Go to my room and wait for me. I will call them. This is what you get for defying me—” he paused when I went closer to him. “There’s nothing new, Liam Collins. Fine, you can do whatever you want to me. Even if you kill me,” I uttered and walked away.