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The door rattled against its hinges, and I warned, “Get lost before I call the police!”
Suddenly, I heard a commotion, and the thumping stopped. My door no longer moved, and I put my ear against the door, listening while I held my breath. No sounds or movement came from the other side, and I stood still for what felt like an eternity.
My heartbeat calmed, my hands were no longer clammy, and beads of sweat dried on my forehead. I was still on high alert, but I exhaled a lengthy sigh and slid to the floor against the door. Thankfully, the coast was clear, and he must’ve heeded my threat, hightailing it out of here with his stupid dick between his legs.
“Asshole.”
Once I was safe, I moved away from the door. My eyes never left the wooden structure until I heard a chime from my cell phone. I peered down at the device while the screen lit up.
Unknown:
He’ll pay a hefty price for laying his fingers on what is ours.
I tossed and turned in bed. My sleep was shitty because the temperature had dropped with the holiday season fast approaching, and my feet kept finding their way out from underneath the comforter. My nerves were in high gear, not only from the non-consensual encounter, but from my upcoming wedding. I was only days away from me speaking the words “I do” and spending wedded bliss with a man I despised.
I was totally freaking out.
Some would call this cold feet, but I called this wanting to run to save my life. To secure my sanity and avoid being treated like a piece of garbage for the rest of my life. Sure, we could get married and soon after, I could file for a divorce, but Sebastian was too possessive of me. He wouldn’t let me go that easily, and I had to save my family. He’d make me pay for the rest of my life.
“Shit!” My cell phone rang and broke me from my thoughts.
I put the device on speaker. “Happy birthday, sweetheart!”
“Oh, Mom… How sweet of you to remind me,” I mumbled.
My slumber was also terrible because I was an entire year older. I despised celebrating the day of my birth and entering this shit hole called life. Born into nothing but chaos with brief moments of elation.
“Of course I’d remember! Besides, you are our only child.”
This I knew all too well. All the pressure and expectations fell on me because there wasonlyme, and I hated everything about being an only child.
I didn’t get to share my frustrations with anyone else. I had nowhere to turn when I needed help. I was the one who had to save everything, and this was how I got into this goddamn mess. Out of obligation.
“Thanks, Mom.” I sighed and heard a knock on the front door.
I got up from the sofa, and my heart raced with memories of yesterday. My mom somehow calmed me while she kept yapping away about how I was the cutest baby she had ever laid eyes on. She also informed me I was a baby who had bouts of explosive diarrhea and she hoped the gene didn’t live on. I didn’t think so because children weren’t in the foreseeable future for me.
I peeked out the window facing my front door and there was a tiny white box on my step, not a single person in sight. The unexpected visit from the bastard taught me a lot. I wouldn’t answer the door without looking again. At least, not for a while.
I said, “Mom, you shouldn’t have.”
My hand was already on the doorknob when she asked, “Shouldn’t have what?”
“You can drop the act now, Mom. I know what you did.” I pointed at the box with a smile on my face. “You called me right when you knew my birthday present would arrive.”
“Sweetheart. I don’t know what you’re talking about?”
“Wait. Really? Mom, come on. There’s a white box right on my…” My assumption ended with the sight of red cursive written on a note.
One moment passed, maybe two, as I stood there with my mouth agape as my mom rambled on. When I saw the words “little obsession” written in fancy red liquid, time slowed down.
“Sweetheart? Are you still there?” she asked.
“Yes, Mom, I am, but I’ll have to call you back.”
“Okay, but remember we’re meeting in two days to go over everything for the big dayand—”
“I know. I’ll be there, but I have to go,” I mumbled as I ended the call with shaking hands and knew exactly who this parcel was from.
