LOVE AGAIN

“Prince please don’t talk to my uncle in that manner..”

Valerie muttered.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

My anger was rekindled and I hated the fact that she was on her uncle’s side.

“And so what?.. like I care!”I snapped back.

“Prince!”

She snapped back this time and gazed at me with arched brows. I could tell she was really annoyed with me.

Her Uncle glared up at me but said nothing but his eyes definitely were saying a lot of things, his wife shook her head wearing a grimace.

I stood up and pulled Valerie up.

“Come on, we need to talk”.

We walked out of the house, she squeezed her hand Oort of mine and led me to her parent’s old house, it was an identical building to her Uncle’s.

She entered a room and I followed her, after I shut the door.

“You disrespected my Uncle, I didn’t ask you to do that, he was only scolding me as my father would have done if he was alive and you disrespected him”.

What is she talking about? Disrespected him? I was trying to protect her, he wasn’t being fair with his yelling.

My brow twitched at that statement but I tried not to take my anger on her.

“Are you being serious right now? I just saved you from that abusive man, why blame you for his children’s waywardness”.

“He didn’t abuse me, he was only being a father figure, he was angry and disappointed thatI moved on with him after discovering that Luke cheated on me, you really need to stop being so overprotective and respect the elderly, just admit you were wrong baby and apologise to him”.

“That’s enough Val, you being ungrateful”.

I replied.

“Ungrateful? You are being proud! That’s the right way to express this situation”.

I rolled my tongue angrily, did she just call me proud?

“I have never been in a condition where I had to defend my woman, I have never given a damn what the bitch is going through and here we are, you should be grateful to have me as your man, we both know on a regular basis, I did never settle for someone like you”.

I went too far, too far that those words made me feel so bad about myself.

Her eyes opened wide, I wish I could take my words back but I heard the voices again in my head torturing me, telling me how to handle this situation like my father would have done.

“You are right, I am ugly, short, average girl, an abortionist, naive, stupid, whatever you think I am! I could only dream of being with a perfect man like you, Yes! You are right, I mean our wedding isn’t even like other weddings. If this is what I am going to endure for the rest of my life? I don’t want this type of marriage!”

She replied in broken sobs, those words broke me in a way I never thought they would.

I could see her eyes glistening, she turned to walk out of the room.

My heart raced, I clenched my fist tightly, I wanted to apologise so much but yet I kept having my head filled with violent rage.

“I am not done talking with you Valerie, when I talk, you listen!”

She paused and slowly turned to me now, tears dropping down her eyes.

“I thought you’ve changed but you still have that trait in you, maybe you never had any respect for women including your own mother but the good news is I am not your mother!”

That statement was like a trigger and the next thing that happened was almost unexpected.

I opened my eyes widely in terror and quickly gripped her on the neck and threw her over.

She was lucky enough to fall on the bed instead of the floor.

She coughed, struggling to breath, choking,

She managed to get up, terrified like hell, quickly crawled out of the bed with her face soaked with tears and ran out of the room.

I stood there, with my hands on my face, muttering apologies that she will never hear.

***VALERIE’S POV***

I didn’t leave the door after that fight, I was so horrified my heart broke into pieces, if I ran to my uncle they would mock me for leaving Luke for the worst case . I was leaning on the door, tears streaming down my face. I remembered the moment that day I woke up and realised that Luke was longer on my bedside.

I strolled down the passage and got to my cousin’s door, I heard his voice then female moans, my hand shakily uncontrollably, and my heart racing.

I opened the door. I couldn’t move , he was the one who carried me like a statue to our room, hugged me and pleaded it will never happen again. I fell on my knees and cried like I have never cried in my whole life, I did everything for him, I gave him my whole support, my first time, my assistance in any way he needed it. Why did he choose to hurt me this way, it was a painful experience I will always remember as long as I live.

Just then I heard shattering sounds from the room. At first I thought to ignore him but I was afraid that he might hurt himself. I guess I am still that person that loves blindly.

Soon I heard loud sobs, my heart raced. I took a deep breath and opened the door slowly only to find him raging with a broken wine glass, his hand bleeding, his fist shaking uncontrollably by his side together with the wet drops of tears on the floor.

I walked closer to him.

“Prince?”

I was horrified.