The next day was a nightmare.
Five years ago, I had thought today was a new beginning.
Five years later now, it couldn't be any worse.
I heard a car driving out of the driveway at dawn, a cold ambience enveloping the whole house.
The smell of burnt eggs was adding to the dreadful moment.
Although, tired, I dragged myself out of bed and went to the kitchen only to be met with the most annoying occurrence ever.
The kitchen was all littered, smoke engulfing the four corners of the room, and a jittery Eleanor standing at a corner of the room, holding a spoon.
I blocked my nose with my wrist before going to turn off the cooker.
"If you don't know how to cook, it's either you stay off it or leave!" I yelled.
She huffed and slapped the spoon on the counter , walking away.
"I can't eat those eggs, it's all burnt. I am hungry, can you fix something?"
"Not my fault you woke up hungry." I stomped out of the kitchen but she followed right after me.
"Fine, fine, I'm restless.. Peter got a sudden call this morning and left, too suddenly. I am concerned about him."
I poured myself a glass of water, before sparing her a look.
"He is thirty years old, a mafia boss, what's there to worry about?" I grumbled.
I raised the cup to my lip to drink but her words stopped me.
"He's back in the business again." She remarked.
"What business?" My lashes flaps.
"He told me he got you through a bidding he'd orchestrated for the big men. He took pity on you and.."she stopped talking, sighing.
He..told her all that?
"Well, somehow, he is back in bring girls with no parents, the likes of you, into the bidding ring." She completed.
I thought he had quit that?
He stopped doing that after he proposed a fake marriage to me.
He got himself in helping politicians launder money after.
I stupidly thought he did that for me then but I've been too delusional.
It was just like this then. I was his number one girl, the only one that could satisfy his cravings... Not until after six months and things changed.
We normally share a bedroom before but we started sleeping in separate rooms after that.
Other girls were used to replace me, his dislike for me was vivid.
I was born an orphan. There was no orphanage that was willing to take me in.. I was too old to be an orphan - ten years old then.
My parents had left me to my fate one fateful day, leaving me alone in the city.
In my wanderings, I got taken to a place where I had to work as a maid, as little as I was.
I, alongside other kids, kept getting transported to different places till I turned twenty years old and met Peter who was Twenty five then.
He had put me and other girls on the stage for people to buy but had surprisingly being my buyer, at the least expected!
What i gain in our marriage is freedom after the years stated in the paper, according to him.
While what he gains is my tempting body.
His lust had gotten mistaken for love most times by me.
I exhaled heavily before drinking the water, wondering why it has to be so tasteless.
I guess it's time to leave.
"Are you listening to me at all?" Eleanor's voice broke into my thoughts.
I looked at her and she rolled her eyes.
"What's for breakfast?"
"Well?" I let's out a scoff.
I slam the glass cup on the table and walk away.
"You know you're counting to your death by not doing what I want?" She threatened behind me.
I moved to my room and searched for the best divorce lawyer in the city, one competent and ballsy enough to go against Peter.
I found the kind of person then contacted him through email.
I could still hear Eleanor throwing fits outside.
She is not wrong tho. I am counting down to my death by not listening to Peter's little princess which is her.
I dropped my phone and went out, deciding to endure the little moments left for me to spend here.
"What would you like to eat?"I questioned.
"Macaroni and cheese! But make some pancake first, and boil some eggs. I am so famished."she tossed her order at me and I passed a glare at her.
She scoffed, crossing her arms on her chest.
"Why? Is that too much? Shall I call Peter and.."
"Don't you have school to go today? Why waste your life away with someone like Peter?"I entered the kitchen.
"Why not just divorce him and see if I won't marry him." She reparteed behind me.
A dry chortle left my lips.
"He is going to be yours, exclusively soon or...maybe not." my last words shocked me.
I think I've fallen in love with Peter and now it's so hard to key into the single point of escaping him!
The door opens in the parlour and I heard the retreating sound of Eleanor's feet as she went to check it out.
"Good morning, Pete."I heard her before I heard the smacking of their mouths - they're kissing.
"Come on, it's early! I need food." Eleanor whines.
My jaw tightened in somewhat rage I cannot tap into.
He is never gonna change.
"Where's the woman?" I heard him ask.
"In the kitchen, doing her job as a servant." Eleanor replied derogatorily.
Soon, Peter was behind me.
"I have a task for you."
I turned to him, my brows furrowing.
"What task?" My voice came out quiet, the hope that he'd remember what day it was crashing down like a crestfall.
"You know Jeremy, right?" That wasn't a question.
"He arrived at the city yesterday. He's an Italian biggest mafia boss. I hear he loves girls and I have gathered just as much but I'll need you to take the lead."
My heart sank.
What the fvck?
"Can..I say no?"
"You've got no choice." His stare hardened.
"But..but I'm your wife? Can..can you really bear to send me to such place?" I stammered.
"To me, you're just a transaction object." His words stung me like a bee.
