Chapter 5 The Hurt

"Hey baby, why are you out here alone crying?" Jerry asked as he rushed towards me.

How did Jerry get here? When did he return? I thought, searching for answers.

"Talk to me Lila" He called out.

My cry intensified and I was unconsolable.

How do I tell the one man I love so dearly that I was now married to someone I hate so much?

Jerry hugged me tight, not knowing the reason for my profuse tears.

As he consoled me I repeatedly said to him "I'm sorry Jerry."

Just as Jerry released me from his embrace, I saw Peter standing across me in the hallway.

I could swear that he put a tracker on me. How else did he find me here?

I wanted to run away with Jerry, I wanted to elope, but there was my dad, and my mum. They're the ones to suffer if I do.

I stood up immediately, wiping off the tears from my face.

Peter advanced towards us majestically with a weird smile on one side of his face.

Jerry was oblivious to what was happening, and I couldn't help his ignorance at that time.

"Hello" Peter called out as he got to our table.

Jerry turned and held my waist drawing me close to himself as he stared at Peter. I immediately removed his hand and moved away from him.

Surprised, he looked at me and called out "babe what's wrong?"

"Did you just call my wife babe?" Peter asked scornfully.

"You must be Jerry right?" He added

"I am Jerry and who is your wife?" He asked confused throwing glances at both me and Peter.

"Come here" Peter called out to me, ignoring Jerry's question.

I crawled to where he was keeping my gaze fixed on the floor.

"What is happening here Lila?" Jerry asked confused.

I could sense that he was mad. But he was a calm person, so he handled the situation so well.

I couldn't respond to him. Definitely not while Peter was standing there.

Peter grabbed my hands and we walked out, leaving Jerry with no answer or explanation.

The drive home was so long, and surprisingly, Chris didn't stare at me through out the journey home.

I figured he knew I was in trouble, and didn't want to add to my already existing trouble.

We got home. This time, Peter didn't offer to walk me in. He just left me in the car and walked straight into the house.

"I'm doomed" I said as tears began dropping from my eyes.

Chris called out to me " Ma, please kindly step out of the car"

"Sorry" I responded as I wiped my face and stepped out of the car.

It took me thirty minutes to eventually get to the door of the bedroom. As I stood there, I had so many thoughts trooping in.

Slowly, I turned the door knob and opened the door. I stepped in.

Peter was sitting still on the bed doing nothing.

As I closed the door, he stood up.

"You finally came" he said looking at me.

"Did I not tell you to forget Jerry?" He asked moving towards me.

"I made myself clear the day I told you that you have to do my biddings. But you had to be you, yeah? Stubborn as always" he said clapping his hands and spinning.

"Did you forget what happened to your pinky finger? Oh you thought I dared Missy for no reason?" He laughed loud.

"I chopped off that finger because you were being stubborn and foolish; and today, we'd go on another adventure" he added.

"Please don't do that, I swear I had no idea that Jerry would come to the cafe. I never called him, I swear" I said crying and begging Peter.

"It's too late for apologies " he said turning his back towards me.

"Please Peter I promise this won't happen again " I cried and begged.

My pleas fell on deaf ears, as Peter turned deaf ears to me.

I already started mourning my fingers. I expected that he'd cut off another finger, but no he didn't.

He went for my face. He gave me a scar that would forever remain.

As I pleaded with him to forgive me, promising not to repeat the mistake, I made a huge mistake.

I went close to where he stood. Maybe, just maybe he'd feel pity for me if he saw my teary face.

I was wrong. My face angered him, and at that moment,he threw me a slap that spinned me.

He had a very small pen knife. So small that I didn't see it. He slashed my face open with it.

I felt a plunging on my face the moment his hands landed on my face. I held my face dearly, pampering it until I felt a liquid dropping from my cheeks.

As I removed my hand, I saw it. Bright red, and slightly thick.

"My face" I screamed in tears. At that instance,he walked out.

I cried and screamed at the top of my voice, holding my face dearly.

Chris came in, and tended my injury. He got the first aid box and cleaned the blood. Cleaned the injury and covered it up nicely.

He did it perfectly,and I was worried that he did.

Throughout the period he tended to my injury he didn't utter a word to me.

"Thank you" I said breaking the silence.

"You're welcome" he responded.

As he walked out, I stopped him.

"Can I get your number please?" I was skeptical as I asked.

"Sure" he said and asked for my phone.

I gave it to him and he inputed his digits.

"Call me if you need to" he said before leaving .

I pondered on that word for so long before letting go.

I got up, cleaned myself up and changed into something simple.

For the first time since I got here, I got into the kitchen and made a simple meal.

I needed to forget all that happened. Eating was my only escape route right now,so I ate as much as my stomach could contain.

I stayed up waiting for Peter to return,but he didn't.

At exactly 1 a.m, he walked in with a slim lady with blonde hair and blue iris.

She smelled like cherry. She had very thick thighs and big breasts that were half covered.

I knew what was happening, and I couldn't confront him or stop him. So I let him go in with his chick.

My phone rang few seconds after Peter went in.

"Hello, Clara" I said

"Are you ready for the rest of the information? Meet me outside your gate right now" she hung up.