Bianca
The most exciting day of my life has finally arrived. The day I had longed and anticipated.
A day pictured to be the best ever; our second anniversary.
I chuckled softly, excitement rushing through me as I hurried through the grocery store, picking up all the ingredients I knew Enzo loved.
Once I was done shopping, I paid at the counter and carried the bags outside.
My excitement pulled all over, my skin crawled but then I paused, a strange feeling hitting me.
I double-checked the bags to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything. Going back would be a hassle. Once I confirmed everything was there, I called a taxi and went home.
I stood at the mansion's front door, holding the bags, my purse slung over my shoulder. Just as I reached for the door, I heard noises from inside, coming from the living room.
A starling feeling creeping into my spine, my veins running through as I placed my ears on the door frame.
But nothing, just noises.
Uncertain, I turned the door opened immediately anxiety shredding my being but what greeted my sight, sent cool chills running through my spine.
I heaved a sigh of relieve as I clutched my hands to my chest, relieving myself of the pressure I had unknowingly built.
Enzo was supposed to be home in two hours, I figured. But then there it was staring at me.
I hissed, gently dropping the bags on the stool by the path leaning to the kitchen as I moved over to turn off the TV set.
A slight relieved washing over my heart and the early existment bubbled over. I must had left it on before leaving in my existment. I gasped.
Turning to pick up the bags, I stormed towards the kitchen, dropping the bags on the pavilion and slowly unpacking the stuffs I had gotten .
My existment barely contained as I envisioned how everything would turn out once I finally opened up to Enzo who I truly was, plus the fact that he was walking again after being paralyzed for almost two years. It felt like a miracle.
He was broken, worthless, tired of life and wanted to commit suicide. I stood by him, ensuring he was okay and back on his feet, not only walking again, but also standing tall in his company.
Everything I did, I did secretly, because I loved him. And I was glad I made those sacrifices for him, refusing to give in to my parents' demands and forging ahead into the warm arms of love.
But as I unpacked, memories from two years ago rushed in again, bringing pain. I hesitated, but pushed the feelings away. Today was about joy and love.
Still, something felt off. My skin crawled with goosebumps. I forced myself to focus, ignoring the heaviness in my chest.
I remembered Enzo promised to surprise me when he returned. That thought made me smile again.
I quickly got the kitchen ready to make his favorite meal, but I started to feel uneasy. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and my clothes stuck to my skin.
Maybe a quick shower would help. Since he wasn't coming for a while, I arranged everything and headed upstairs, humming to myself.
But when I reached the hallway leading to our bedroom, I stopped in my tracks.
My eyes blinked repeatedly in reflux but I tried to stabilize my racing heart, shrugging that feeling off again.
I must have left the door opened in my urgency to get the stuffs earlier.
Taking my arms to my forehead, I slowly wiped the sweat off as I moved closer towards the door.
But then, I heard noises. Loud, clear, gutteral. Echoed in pleasure.
I wasn't mistaken, something wasn't right, I felt it, I knew it.
The atmosphere became unbearable suffisticating as a ripple of unease settle on my spine yet again. Pulling me with a sting of fear. Doubt and uncertainty.
Trying to wrestle with my conflicting thoughts, I continued slowly in my tracks. One step, the unease grew more uneven, but I instead clutched my hands on my chest as I took another step.
My feet slightly trembling along side my entire body. I wanted to stop in my tracks, but then I continued moving forward.
The morn grew increasingly unbearable in my eardrum making my stomach to chur, but then I took the last step now standing at the door.
I froze.
Everything remained numb except for the rising and falling of my chest. Hot tears welling at the corner of my eyes.
The sight before me sent disguist, irritation and grief coarsing every part of my body. My legs glued to the spot despite it trembling.
I wanted to run back to the living room, to hold back my broken heart, to open my eyes and realize it was all a nightmare, but then I couldn't. My gaze remained on the scene before me.
They were to busy to notice my presence. I felt insignificant standing there and watching my beloved husband thrusting harder into the unknown lady that laid on our matrimonial bed.
Her hands clutched to the duvet firmly. The same I had carefully arranged before leaving for the groceries store. The same I had envisioned us making out on, on this special day of our second anniversary.
But then I was wrong.
"Arhh, harder…. Arhh" her mourns echoed the entire room.
Filling my heart with yet a greater wave of grief, and tears streamed the more as Enzo chuckle reeled through my broken heart.
He grabbed her by the waist, and she bent over, her arms dug deep down the duvet, her head buried beneath its soft fabric.
"Ride me, my love," she whimpered, and Enzo chuckled.
Letting his arms tease her breasts, while his other hand ran through her wet folds.
I stood there, every piece of me broken beyond amends.
He laughed, his arms slapping her butts, and she moaned pleasurably, giving him the desired attention he needed. I saw it in his motion. I saw every freaking enthusiasm, and it only made tears drop the more.
I watched as Enzo thrust into her with a force he had never ever used on me before. He was engrossed, too busy to notice me.
Then the attack started. I glanced around, stuck to the door, my arms briefly placed on the walls.
My heart burned with the intensity that always followed whenever it started. I looked around. My purse was in the kitchen, and I doubted I
could make it to the kitchen on time.
My vision was slowly blurring, and I knew I needed help.