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09

Getting in the car I felt Ken's gaze on me, that angry look he often has when he lays eyes on me.

Ken: Who is it?!

Me: an old friend

Ken: how did you know her!?

Me: Ken! I looked at her in disbelief. I can have a life without you necessarily being in it?! Even my past do you want to control it?!

Ken: did you know her during your time when you were slutty?! He said without embarrassment. Show off in all the nightclubs in town while being underage?! Dancing on the pool dance in a bathing suit, right?!

I'm outraged, I don't know what to say, I don't know what shocks me the most in everything he just said, the fact that he insulted me as a bitch, that he knew my past, the past that I try to hide and forget, literally, I don't understand, I'm lost.

Me: Did you just insult me!?

When the engine stopped, we both stared at each other for a moment before taking turns getting out of the car.

I wanted to help Dan with the bags but he told me he didn't need help, I could go upstairs quietly to my house, to my house.. I wanted to scratch his face when he said his words, this is not my home!

After Dan put the bags in the apartment, I left to put away what I had bought, trying to think of other things, I decided to make a call to Leila while arranging my clothes in the dressing room, maybe to be bored.

Me: so tell me, what happened in your life since

Leila: nothing special, just that now I juggle between Dubai and Montreal, I found myself an exceptional sugar daddy! The agent falls to flops! I don't miss anything!

Me: oh.. that's great. Say I any embarrassment

Leila: one evening or even a whole weekend we have to do something like before!

Me: Leila I can't afford to do this kind of thing anymore I'm married now

Leila: so what!? You are only twenty years old my darling enjoy your life! Don't become that ordinary housewife your husband wants you to be. By the way, where do you meet her?!

Me: ah long story Leila, maybe I'll tell you one day

Leila: whatever you want, don't you miss the clubs, bars?!

Me: you know, Leila, I'm not very proud of myself during this period, it was a period of my life when I was lost, I was doing this kind of thing to fill a void but when I returned home to the auroras I was not necessarily satisfied with what I was doing

Leila: you talk as if you were in prostitution!

Me: I slept with men to extract money from them, what do you call it?!

Leila: Pearls you do it twice it's not as if you had made a job of it!

Me: but I'm not necessarily proud of it

I had a glass of water near me, my phone was on speakerphone, placed on a table in the middle of the room. Ken walked into the dressing room and dunked my phone in the glass of water

Me: Ken!!!!!! I shouted

Ken: What did I tell you?!

Me : ..

Ken: that's why I told you no friends because everyone around you is only whores! You think I need to hear under my roof that my wife was spanking the bitch

It's the second time today that he's insulted me

Ken: I never want to see you with this girl again, or even another like her, is that understood?!

Me : ..

Ken: bitch behavior not at home!

Me: in that case let me go play the whore!

Bim! I didn't see that one coming, he just slapped me.

Me: it's me! My past ! I did it ! It's me ! Yes I am a whore! It hurts you that you married a whore! I shouted

From there it started raining blows, I was crying, I was screaming, nothing, nothing, he had decided to kill me. He strangled me and held me tight, my breathing stopped.

Me: Ken.. Putting my hands on his

He decided to let go, on the floor, I cried, I cried, again and again, I didn't even have the strength to get up, I was like petrifying, I hurt everywhere, I don't know how long I lay like that on the ground crying and how I found the strength to get up and go to bed.

Next day

My awakening was very very difficult, I had pain everywhere, I took thirty minutes to change from lying position to sitting position, I took a look at the mirror, I had the lower lift swollen and hurt , two scary eyes , having clear and fragile black skin , I had marks on my neck .

I tried to get up quietly without straining my muscles too much. I went to the bathroom to see my body better and it's a disaster, on my forearm I have a big purplish bruise.

I cried when I saw my condition. Ken how can you be so mean and cowardly at this point, I don't understand, your heart is bad! I hate him for hurting me so much! He destroys me little by little every day, what does he want to do with me!? He wants to kill me, right?!

I took some aspirin, massaged my body with vix ointment to ease the pain, and went back to bed, I didn't want to wake up. I haven't noticed his presence since last night, he didn't sleep here and so much the better.

I woke up in the evening, I slept all day, I knew it was night because the room was plunged into darkness as well as the hallway, I left the bedroom door open. I got up quietly, the pain faded a bit.

I struggled against myself, I cried out, I suffered, lonely in the night of my wounded soul, and, my life in shreds, I come out of my hell, because I found hell deep inside my thought.

I dreamed of my mother, my mother, and it's been a long time since I had dreamed of her. She said to me, Don't stand there crying in front of my grave I'm not there, I'm not sleeping there... I am the wind blowing in the trees, I am the sparkling of the diamond on the snow, I am follow the sunlight on the ripe grain, I follow the gentle autumn rain... When you wake up in the stillness of the morning, I follow the flight of those silent birds Which circle in the sky... So don't stay there lamenting in front of my grave, I'm not there, I'm not dead! Why would I be out of your life just because I'm out of your sight? Death, you know, is nothing at all. I just crossed to the other side.

Give me a dream to live in because reality is killing me. Maybe I had this dream because since then I've been thinking of going to see her and crying on her grave, telling her how much I miss her, that all my senses scream her name in dismay.

One loves one's mother almost without knowing it, without feeling it, for that is natural as in living, and one does not perceive the full depth of the roots of this love until the moment of the final separation. No other affection is comparable to this one, because all the others are of encounter, and this one is from birth, all the others are brought to us later by the chances of existence, and this one lives since our first day in our very blood.

By disappearing, the dead take away a bit of ourselves. Every grief kills us. We have all experienced it. There is a joy, a freshness that fades as the mourning accumulates... Each time we die a little more losing those around us.

My grandmother once told me. Never cry for anyone in your life, because who you cry for doesn't deserve your tears and those who do, would never let you cry. It's so deep and real.

I stayed in bed staring at the ceiling, not knowing what to do. I miss my family, I would love to call my grandmother to talk to her, just hear the sounds of her voice so I can feel less alone, but I don't have a phone anymore.

The next day

Waking up this morning was less harsh than yesterday, no Ken in sight since he beat me up, no one to pollute my air, I made an effort on myself, I got up and washed. , I removed my extensions, having already very long basic hair, I just smoothed them so that it would make my life easier to do very simple buns without worrying about their texture. I made a mask and a scrub all over my body trying to remove the marks I have on my body. It does me good to take care of myself and allows me to think about something else.

I made myself to eat, but I couldn't swallow, my blow still hurt, I forced myself a little just to have a little strength.

I quietly settled in the living room and continued to read the book that I had started much earlier, I spent my whole morning reading.

I was quietly reading when I heard the doorbell ringing, I'm perplexed at the time because I know it's not Ken, he has his keys, maybe it's his family?! A family I have never heard of and seen.

I walked hesitantly to the door, looking through the peephole, I saw it was Dan with a bouquet of flowers.

Me: Hello Dan. Opening the door

Dan: Hello Mrs. HUNNAM how are you!? He was avoiding my gaze which I can understand, the traces on my neck are still present

I'm fine thanks . Come back. Opening the door wide

Dan: I came to drop this off for you from Mr. HUNNAM. He was holding the big bouquet of red rose

Me: Put it on the table please.

Dan: ok

Dan is a young man in his twenties I think, he is tall, dark, dark skinned.

Me: Dan, can I ask you a question?!

Dan: yes of course tell me?!

Me: how old is your boss

He looked at me in astonishment