Chapter 5 His pleasure my sorrow

I was not feeling well after the hateful event, I've been locking myself inside my room. I had no appetite I've been crying non stop. He is someone that I look up to, my crush, he is my world after my mom. I hate myself, the way he was looking at me, his rage. He meant what he had said, every single word. Deep down I was feeling scared contemplating if I should continue to hold on to this marriage. Can his hatred eventually dissapear? I asked myself, I am not a greedy person, I wont expect him to love me but atleast tolerate my existence. I felt a slight vibration.

My handphone was vibrating because an alarm was set at 10pm. I normally set my alarm at this hour because I will get myself ready for bed. Right at this moment I dont fee sleepy, I knew my face is a mess, I gathered my hair and tied it into a ponytail. I seldom tie my hair because I was hiding my hearing device from the world to see. I want to be normal, feel normal. But it doesnt matter now because the guy that matters the most to me already knew about it and he definitely not happy with the fact that I am disabled.

I changed into my pj's and I walked out of my room and went to the kitchen Linda and Emily should have went back to their own house. They dont live here. The house felt so bright, normally Emily will only left the light on in the kitchen. I took a glass and fill them with cold water before à finish them in a gulp. I was feeling rather thirsty tonight. Then I place the glass inside the dishwasher. I was trying to walk back to my room but a sudden dizziness stop me and my eyes was a little blurry. I was leaning at the fridge to hold myself together because I know I may fall anytime. Suddenly I felt a presence of someone looming over me. I tried to turn around to see who it was but my world suddenly turn dark.

A few hours later,

I was feeling a little discomfort, I was trying to open my eyes but my eyelids felt heavy,even my whole body felt numb and sore especially between my leg. Between my leg... Why would I feel sore right there. Then a scary thought came into my mind. I jolted right up and forced open my eyes. That was when I saw Keith, his eyes was cold with disgust and the next thing I know he threw few polaroid photos at me. I was stunned when I look at the photo with disbelief. It was me in the photo. I was lying on the bed with so little fabric covering my private part and there's a guy in photo but only his back was shown, the scene looks like he was kissing me.

No! No! thats not me I was framed. But I know, no matter how I tried to deny that was the truth. My ackward situation right now prove the photos are genuine. I look at myself, I am now covered with blanket and wearing nothing underneath. I saw a little blood between my thigh and on the sheets. Then reality hit me so hard, I was raped when I was unconscious but the photo reflect otherwise, like it was consented. My first was taken from me so brutally and the man was not my husband. Everything was over the same day he was back. My hope was destroyed, I was still trembling in anger and feeling helpless. I hugged myself so tight and keep shaking my head mumbling this isnt real. Hoping this is just a bad bad dream but unfortunately it was not. To add salt to the injury, Keith slapped me with divorce paper at that same moment. He was saying something but I'm not able to grasp whatever he was saying. I was still in dilemma trying to understand what was happening to me, 2 weeks ago I just gotten married to the guy that I like. Now I was stamped as an adulterer even though I knew it was never consented. I look at the paper thrown at me and I take a final glance at Keith, the silence is comforting. This is it right, the final. I am no cinderella, there is no happy ending. Now in front of Keith, a man that I have been loving silently I am really a slut, poor disabled slut. I am not going to argue, grovel or try to prove my innocent. He hated me and that is fact so no matter how much or how clear the truth is, he wont care. I signed the paper, biting my lips so hard I taste my own blood. I dragged myself out of the bed wrapped in the blanket not trying find for my cloth. With shaky leg that night I packed my luggage and leave the mansion not looking back. I was married then, now I am divorced and I am broken.

Keith POV,

I was a little tipsy and thirsty, coming home from the night club with the boys. I went to the kitchen, there I saw I her, the deaf slut. She was leaning to the fridge, looking a little frail and pale. I move toward her slowly, I know she has yet to realised my presence since she cannot hear my foot step. But before I managed to do anything she fell to the floor. Her face was bloodless, but she still breathing. She fainted and as I touched her forehead she felt so hot, she was having fever. So I picked her up and brought her to my bed. Her body felt so soft against my skin, it aroused me. I dont know what gotten to me she was having fever but I took a pill from my drawer, open her mouth force it down her throat, this is what usually feed Jennifer to heighten her arousal. There's no signs that she will wake up soon so I quickly undress her I took her photo. Before I ravish her body. Her skin was silky white, she was a pure beauty. I know I am drunk so before I felt guilty and I reminded myself she is a bitch, a manipulative bitch. That all I need before I thrust her forcefully, she was whimpering against my body but that only heightened my lust, I saw few drop of blood on the bed sheet on her thigh. At least I was her first. I thrust my member inside her hard over and over again until I came undone inside her.

I took a shower, she was still in unconscious state. I hate fact that I was lusting over her. I dont wish her to know the fact that I was the one who raped her but an evil ideas come to me. I edited her photo, I am a talented hacker and genius tech guy after all. For all I know, my ideas was brilliant, thats was how I successfully divorce the woman that I loathed the most in just two weeks.