EVE
Episode 19
Now Eve’s point of view
Its been a month and two weeks. More than a month with James. The real monster.
Everyday i was beaten up.
Everyday i cried.
Everyday i suffered.
Every night i was locked up in the basement, in the darkness.
Every day i kept waiting for Alberto.
Hoping, believing, thinking he would come but he never did.
Why?
Because he never loved you Eve, a voice in my mind said.
I smiled sadly, stirring the food on the fire. James made sure i learnt how to cook, he forced me.
Here i did everything, cook, wash, clean the house. All the things i never did in Alberto’s house.
James said we would stay here in this cabin until Alberto had stopped looking for me then we would fly out of the country.
I thought about Alberto, I missed him. His smile, his touch, his breathe on my skin.
I missed him, i wanted him, i craved for him.
He said he loved me, but why hadnt he come to save me from James?
What happened to Alberto?
I looked at the window and trees stared back at me.The house was locked, the windows locked. I was trapped inside.
James made sure of that. By now i had gotten used to it, staying home alone till he got back, locke d here.
Even if i tried to escape, the forest looked scary, dense and dark. I wouldnt make it very far and James would catch up with me.
This past month had been hell. I prefered Alberto to James. James was more cruel, heartless and unforgiving.
He beats me up for any little thing. He punished me for every mistake. He found pleasure doing them.
I wished i was still with Alberto. I regretted going with James in the process of getting away from o ne monster, i fell into the hands of a greater one.
But was i to blame?
No. I was just a naive, innocent seventeen year old who wanted freedom, a girl who wanted to go to high school. A girl who wanted to go to prom with the guy of her dreams. A girl who wanted to have a best friend. A girl who wanted to go to clubs, parties.
I was just a girl who wanted to live life like any ot her teenager, gossiping about guys, going shopping with friends, hanging out.
But all i got was two monsters who loved me, one who i realised i loved back too late. All i got was suffering. Caged up. Tears. Betrayal. Lonliness. Hurt. Pain. Scars.
When was i ever going to run outside the sun with my hair in the wind, free?
Never. That day would never come. I would never be free.
I was going to be James’s puppet forever.
Only if i had listened to my parents when they tried to warn me. If only i had listened to Alberto when he tried to reach out to me about who the real monster was. If only.
A tear slid down my cheeks and i didnt bother wiping it. It was a normal phenomenom.
Crying was an everyday thing.
After these month with James, i was already giving up. I wanted to die, i wanted to be free even if death was the way.
What was i thinking? Killing myself? Death?
Was i finally going crazy like Jane? Was i going to kill myself?
The door slamed opened and James walked in looking angry as usual. He removed his tie and threw his briefcase to the floor.
“Eve!” He shouted from the sitting room.
“Welcome” I said, bending down to remove James shoes, it was my duty.”How was your day?”
James told me i was to ask him how his day went. So i did.
“Good news and bad news” He sighed heavily before giving me a smile.
“I would set the dinning table for you” I said, placing his shoes beside the door and running to the kitchen. James hated being served late.
I quickly placed the table cloth and set it for him and he sat down. I was walking up to him with a glass plate containing his food when i heard him speak.
“Your lovely husband was involved in an accident , he was drunk while driving”
That was when the plate fell.
Its content fell over the floor.
The plate shattered to tiny bits.
A loud crash was heard.
Alberto was in an accident?
He was drunk?
No. No.
Was he alive?
“Did he survive?” I asked James.
James stood up angrily. “Look at what you did b---h!” He pointed at the glass scattered all over the floor.
But i was too shocked to answer, Alberto was in an accident.
Thats why he hadnt come to save me from this beast.
James shook me vigorously. “He is dead, Eve. The doctors said he didnt survive the accident. Your husband is gone and you are stuck with me for life”
I fell. Falling on the glass.
No. No. No.
Alberto couldnt be dead. No. He was still alive. Yes. James was just lying. Alberto was alive!
“No! No!”.I screamed, wailed as i gripped my clothes.
“No, Alberto is still alive! Youre lying! You are lying!” I stood up and started hitting James on his chest.
“He’s dead, you piece of s--t!” He screamed back at me.
No, not Alberto..Not the man i was in love with.
Not the man who bought me that beautiful dress i wore to the ball.
Not the man who took me to the beach.
Not the man who loved me dearly.
No. Not Alberto.
I stumbled when James pushed me away from him. Alberto.
I hadnt even had the chance to tell him i loved him back.
I sat on the floor, crying, blaming James for all these.
“Its your fault, you a-----e, you drove Alberto to his early death all because of your selfish reasons”
That resulted to a slap from James but i didnt fee l it.
I was already used to the pains.
The heartbreak.
He slapped me again, hitting me, but i was numb.
“Just kill me already, James. Just like you did to Jane. The only reason i was still keeping myself was because i still had hope that Alberto was going to come to save me. But now he is dead. I have no reason to live”
James hit me again, severally. Until i was bleeding from my mouth and nose. I couldnt even feel it.
The only thing i was feeling was Alberto’s death.
A part of me had died too.
I had lost Alberto.
I had lost the man i loved.
After about five extra minutes of beating, James dragged me to the room. He pushed me in it and l ocked me in it.
That smile.
That voice.
Those eyes.
That touch.
That kiss.
All gone.
I sat crying for hours. I cried for Alberto. I cried for my husband.
Then bile rose to my mouth. I wanted to vomit.
I stood up rushing to the bathroom and throwing up into the toilet bowl.
This was the fifth time i was throwing up this week.
Why?
Last month i hadnt seen my period.
Now vomiting.
Was it a coincedence?
Was I?
There could only be one explanation for this.
And i knew it.
I was pregnant.
But for who?
To be continued
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