?Blood And Wine ?
Chapter 9
?Amaya’s point of view?
Six years ago.
It’s been two weeks since I agreed to be Pedro’s wife, it wasn’t a grand wedding. Just my parents, and a few friends from both Pedro and me. Not that we both had friends. Just a few.
It was a very small wedding. I didn’t even wear a white dress, just a nice go-wn and Pedro wore a black jeans with a black v n£¢k vest and a black leather jacket.
After the pastor had introduced us, we said our vows and Pedro had k!$$£d me slightly on thel-ips.
It wasn’t my dream wedding. As a child I had grown up with the idea of having a grand wedding.
Bright lights, a lot of food, friends and loud music. I wanted to wear a white dress and walk down the aisle staring de-eply at the man I was to spend the rest of my life with.
I wanted to feel my legs shake as I gently walked up to him, I wanted him to smile wi-dely at me, tears gathering in his eyes.
But It was the exact opposite I got.
It wasn’t that Pedro was poor, no, infact he was one of the riche-st in Mexico. He claimed he had a lot of enemies and wouldn’t want them to come after me knowing that he was married.
It was almost like a secret wedding. But it wasn’t all that bad.
Throu-gh out the last two weeks Pedro had ba-rely had time for me, for that I was glad. He always c@m£ back late from his work, before getting down beside me in be-d.
I ba-rely moved, just layed there, waiting for him to t©uçh me. But he never did.
I sighed, rolling on the be-d before glancing at the clock. 12:16am, this was one of those nights Pedro c@m£ late. I drew the duvet closer to my che-st, forcing myself to sleep so Pedro would ignore me.
I heard the door open and someone walked in. It was Pedro, my heart hammered in my che-st as I stayed unmoving on the be-d. He walked over to my side.
He never walked up to my side of the be-d before, he usually c@m£ in, re-moved his tie and suit jacket before slumping on the be-d slee-ping Immediately.
So I was scared now. Was he about to do something to me?
Whatever it was he figured I was slee-ping.
I almost flin-ched when I felt his f!ngerson my cheeks. He t©uçhed it very very softly, that if I was really asleep I wouldn’t know.
He slided his f!ngersto my jaw, before moving back to my cheeks as he felt them softly.
Why was he tou-ching me? Had he always t©uçhed me at night?
I moved a little, uncomfortable with his t©uçh and he drew his hand back immediately as if he had t©uçhed fire.
He quic-kly moved away from the side of my be-d, walking very fast to the bathroom as I heard it close shut.
I opened my eyes, to see the bathroom lights on and the shower too.
Why did Pedro t©uçh me that way?
I shrugged the question away as I f0rç£d myself to sleep back.
The next morning was the same, I woke up to an empty be-d, went to the kitchen to meet the chef cooking. Watched TV, call my parents. Sleep and practice my dancing routine. Pedro didn’t let me do anything, he said he didn’t want me to work or suffer. That the job was meant for the maids. I didn’t argue.
He never let me out of the house except if he was with me, which was rare, so I stayed at home most of the days.
I changed the channel of the TV, crossing my legs on the soft sofa. The speaker’s echoing in the hvge house that only me and Pedro lived in. He hated guests and he had ti-ght security so he didn’t nee-d
anyone here. Not that someone could break in. Breaking in was like signing your death contract.
I couldn’t say I was happy here, but I wasn’t sad either. Just lonely. Nothing to do. Only a very few friends to call.
I just sat here all day. Like a dutiful wife. Pedro still hadn’t t©uçhed me in any S-xual way. I was confused, he said he wanted a child, but he never even made any move. He ha-rd ly even talked to me, considering we don’t meet often only when he comes back from work and I’ll be slee-ping by then.
I popped another ch!pinto my mouth, folding my legs. I was putting on one of the clothes Pedro had bought for me.
The front door opened and I g@sped, Pedro never c@m£ back in the day.
“fv¢k!” I heard someone scream from the hallway and I recognized it as Pedro, I stood up, walking close to the door, seeing Pedro pace around the hallway, in his attrac-tive Armani suit, dark shades above his head, and black hair swept back almost too perfectly across his head.
Pedro was a fine man in his late twenties, handsome in all aspects. Thousands of girls probably fought for his attention.
“What’s going on?” I whispered, not getting too close to him In case he lashed out. His head perked up immediately, green eyes locking with mine.
He st©pped moving around, taking a step towards me, and moved back. Something flashed in his eyes but as immediately as it had appear it vanished.
He sighed before de-eping his f!ngersinto his br£@st pocket. Bringing out a gold n£¢klace. I g@sped In shock.
“I know I didn’t get you anything for our wedding. I’ve just been busy” He said in a ti-ght voice as if he didn’t want to talk to me.
But I was ba-rely paying attention as I admired the n£¢klace in his f!ngers. He opened it before walking to stand behind me, I swept my hair away and he placed it on my n£¢k.
The cold burnt against my skin, causing me to shiver, I admired the n£¢klace that could buy three Lamborghinis. It was shaped like a key. A small sparking key. And just above it was written ” la
llave de mi corazón” the Spanish words meaning “the key to my heart”
I glanced at Pedro who was staring down stairs me. There was something in his eyes, the way he watched me fumble over the n£¢klace.
Why was he looking at me that way?
I was about to speak when he cleared his throat and walked away.
It was one of the first times I had smiled in Pedro’s house.
Later that night I saw a n£¢klace on Pedro’s n£¢k. It was a heart padlock with a key hole, it was almost similar to mine, same design and everything. Except mine was a key and his was a heart padlock with a key hole. And just beneath it was written “mi corazón es tuyo” the Spanish words for “My heart is all yours”
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?Amaya’s point of view?
“Come on Cara, let’s go” I whined, dragging unto Cara’s arm, it was almost midnight. I just c@m£ back from Sebastian’s room, wanting to go to be-d. Only to see Cara, peeping at Daniel who was sitting in the parlour watching TV. The twins were no where in sight.
“Just give me a minute” She said, not turning to meet me.
I sighed, running my f!ngersthrou-gh my hair. I was tired, and I wanted to sleep.
“I’m going to be-d” I said, cara, didn’t even move as she continued looking at Daniel who was so oblivious to the crazy girl behind him.
I left Cara walking to my room when a pair of hands gr@bb£d me before slamming me to the wall and closing the door.
I g@sped wanting to scream before a pair of hands covered my mouth.
I tried to recognize the person but the room was too dark. The hands wra-pped me around him,
and I felt it was walking man, home muscles, flat che-st and the rou-gh hand.
I tried moving but it was almost impossible, he was too strong. I bec@m£ scared.
“I know who you are” He said, that voice, I had heard it somewhere. But I couldn’t pin point it.
Who was this?
I opened my mouth slightly before chewing on his f!ngers, he let me go immediately and I turned, not seeing anyone, just the outline that someone was here.
“Who are you?” I asked, moving away, and trying to find the door.
“I know who you are. You think you can fool everyone in this house. But not me. I’m too smart for that”
“Shut up! I’m just a runaway” I said, still bringing out my arms in front of me in hope of finding the door.
The man laughed, a de-ep one, that s£nt ice down my spine.
“You can’t run away forever Amaya, he’s going to find you. And drag you back to him. Then he’ll kill Sebastian. He knows Amaya. He knows you dance for him. He knows you k!$$£d him. He knows everything Amaya”
I shivered, was he talking about Pedro? Was Pedro here? Or was he s£nt by Pedro?
No, it wasn’t possible. They had high security here. No one could break in. The only way I had gotten in without any problem was because I got into Seb’s car.
“Who are you? I have no idea of what you’re talking about. Let me out!” I screamed in the darkness, before going to ban-g on the wall, unfortunately it wasn’t the door and my hand hurt at the contact.
I hissed, drawing my hand back and taking a step backwards, only to bu-mp into him. His breath on my n£¢k, h0t and quic-k. He wra-pped his hands around me, just below my br£@st and I didn’t
move. Too scared you even breathe.
“You only he misses you. He’s going crazy Amaya. He’s loosing his mind without you there. You’re the only one who can tame him, you know? But you’re not there. He’s a mess” The breathing bec@m£ slow as he pressed hisl-ips to my n£¢k. I shivered.
“St©p, I don’t know what you’re talking about”
He laughed, k!ss!ngmy n£¢k again.
“Hmm. You know how much he hates lying. He’ll be very angry when he hears you’ve picked bad attitudes here” He swayed me a little, drawing circles over my stomach.
I g@sped. My baby!
I to-re myself away from him, backing up to a wall.
“What do you want from me?” I asked, gripping my hair in frustration.
There was a moment of silence, and I thought he had gone, but I heard a de-ep sigh.
“He wants you back, Amaya. You have to go back to him”
“I can’t! He’s a monster, he’s evil. I would die before I ever go back there!” I screamed, my anger surfacing.
He sighed, before letting out a small laugh. A sad laugh even .
“You don’t know what evil is Amaya, he’s not evil. You know he loves you”
“He beat me!”
“He saved your poor wretched family!”
“Yes, at the expenses of my own freedom. He literally f0rç£d me to be his wife. He knew I wouldn’t say no to his offer! He’s a monster!’
“He loved you” The man said, lowering his voice.
“That wasn’t love. You don’t beat the person you love!” I screamed, I hated as this person was sounding so sad as if it was my fault.
I was the victim here! Me! Not Pedro!
“Well maybe if you hadn’t tried to kill him let’s say, twelve fv¢king times!”
“He R@p£d me!”
The voice went quiet once again and I continued. I had won there.
“He took me against my will. He knew I wasn’t re-ady. But he didn’t care. I begged him, I cried, I wailed for him to st©p but he doesn’t listen. He is an animal. And if I didn’t hate him before. I do now! I hate him with every fiber of my being!” I finished my ranting, before taking a de-ep breath.
The voice was too quiet. But the outline of the person was still there.
He didn’t speak, merely stood there, doing nothing.
“You know that wasn’t how it happened. It wasn’t his fault”
I laughed, yea you don’t know when you’re ra-ping someone. Good excuse. “You think? You think he didn’t know what he was doing?” I laughed again. “He’s cruel. He knows what he’s doing. He
did that to hurt me, just like he always do”
“He never hurt you! He would never hurt you! You always hurt him! Everytime! It was like a knife was cutting throu-gh his alre-ady broken heart!” He shouted, slamming me to wall with so much
f0rç£, it was a miracle my spine didn’t break. I could feel the anger radiating off the man.
I was too startled by his outbur-st to speak.
He sighed, before resting his head against the wall just beside my head. “He doesn’t hate you Amaya. He never has, and he never will”
“And how do you know that? Who are you to speak for him?” My voice returned. And the person flin-ched a little.
His hand found my n£¢k, pu-lling out the n£¢klace from my shi-t. I don’t know why but I always wore the n£¢klace Pedro had given me for our wedding. I felt strangely comfortable with it on.
He fumbled with it before placing it inside my shi-t. “I’m someone you know but never acknowledge” He moved away from me.
“Leave this place Amaya. You know how he is. He keeps this anger locked in a box, until it reaches his peak. Then he comes out at full f0rç£. He’ll take everything down in his way to get you back. He’ll kill anyone who gets in his way. You know him Amaya. Leave while it’s still early. And don’t think he doesn’t know you have his child. It’s only a matter of time before he comes to take you back”
A second later, I didn’t feel any pres£nce in the room.
He was gone. Who was he?
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Who D hell was dat?