A VISIT BACK HOME

The look on his face said it all; you’re dead. She did as his vicious nerve wrecking voice commanded. She didn’t want to kick the bucket not like this, not now. He removed his watch and tossed it across the room angrily. “Aden!” he shouted. This was it, her final breath. She had finally pulled him from the edge of patience. Fear was building up in her like a tsunami, bursting through her eyes flowing down her cheek, blurring her vision, this was the real definition of fucked up fear.

Aden came bursting through the door as if someone was chasing him. “Yes!” he shouted gasping for air. She had cold sweats drowning her up to her neck. Her breath went on a vacation, her mind, body and soul fled in fear, terrified of his hostile behavior.

He walked up to Aden and whispered in his ear, spitting his vile words compelling his mind. She was sitting on the couch obediently like a little puppy awaiting her whopping, watching his moves, swallowing bits and pieces of fear at every second that swung by, getting ready to accept the punishment of her life with sharp inhales.

Her vision glitched as her beady eyes followed Aden’s quick footsteps out the door, down the hall and around the corner.

“Rule number one. You should watch your mouth carefully.” His back turned to her shivering body whimpering in tears. “What should I do with you?” he questioned feeling overwhelmed. The last thing he wanted was to have a fight with her, not when the last one ended so badly, not when he’s still stuck in the last argument.

Silent filled the room, not even her sharp inhales could be heard anymore. Her head was nailed to the ground, watching each tear drop disappearing into the rug.

“Remove your hair from your face and sit up straight,” he softly spoken. He had no time to show her his true power. He had no time to teach her right from wrong.

She did as she was commanded. She knew exactly where she went wrong. She knew the right way to fix it. He kneeled down at her feet and placed his ice cold hand on her chin gently and turned her head slowly. Scenarios were running through her head as a wild goat in a field. Thinking of what he would do to her.

“Shit,” he said still holding on to her chin gazing at the mess he had caused in regret. His lips slightly frowned into sadness and his hand lowered by his side and a sigh was released from his lips. How could he be so stupid? How could he give in to anger like that? He brought hills of problems by his side, something he had no time to fix.

The view of his sorrowful expressions amazed her as her eyes wondered his face. “Does it hurt,” he asked and got up looking into her face. She hummed as a response returning her gaze to the ground, praying that he leaves.

“I… I’m,” he stammered, fighting his way through the words that logged its way in his throat. What exactly was he trying to say? What was that look on his face when he saw her bruise? Was it that bad?

He buried the words back down his throat, “Let’s go,” he whispered.

“Miss Jones, please follow me,” Lisa’s voice came along. She was a puppy on a leash, following his command in fear of losing her life. She didn’t ask for any of the things that happened to her the past three days but if she got the chance right away she would give it all up and return to her normal life.

She followed Lisa to the car parking lot and entered the car obediently with him behind. Every minute she spent in the car felt like a decade, it was hot and suffocating. Alexander fused his attention to his phone with great energy forgetting that she was next to him with a swollen jaw. She was focused on the passing objects and people through the window of the car trying to free her mind of the look that was on his face, the look that a monster would never have. Why was that look on his face when he saw her cheek? Was it really that bad?

The car came to a stop. His phone flew to his ear as he answered with a healthy hello. She exited the car and tailed sharply behind Lisa as Lisa tailed behind Alexander who was chatting his way away up the steps, she wanted to know where she was but couldn’t. She wanted to ask if she could go back home but couldn’t. She had thousands of unanswered questions in her mind trying to battle their way out but kept quiet beside all that.

“What!” an elderly woman shouted.

“Mom!” Alexander shouted in frustration. He had gone too far this time.

Siana sat on the couch listening Alexander’s stressful explanations to why he hit her in the face, trying to understand the real reason behind it. A part of her was really happy, she was happy seeing that side of him, happy seeing him lash out on someone other than herself.

A smile swept away her sadness and brightened her face revealing her beautiful smile fighting its way through her large bundle of hair that covered her face.

“Why are you smiling?” he questioned still in anger. She flinched at his smoky voice. She didn’t want to be scolded by him, never again.

“Alexander get the hell out of here!” Mrs. Miguel shouted motioning him to leave. Siana listened as he hissed his teeth and watched as his steady steps wondered down the garden. She was smiling non-stop. She had finally gotten a break from him. A loud scoff slipped her as she narrowed her eyes to him. He stopped sending waves of fear over Siana’s body. Did he realize that she was laughing at him? He spun around with an intense glare piercing through her heart the kind that made butterflies appeared in the stomach.

She quickly switched her vision to the ground feeling embarrassed with her hand over her lips. That look was magic, honey to the tip of her tongue, soft touches to her core.

“I’m sorry for my son’s behaviors,” Mrs. Miguel sighed sitting next to her. Siana was always the polite person when it came to elderly persons, “Not at all, it’s not your fault,” she chuckled with her hands in a waving motion.

Mrs. Miguel laughed at her reaction, “Did you pick out a wedding dress already?” she asked.

Siana’s head spun around swiftly meeting Mrs. Miguel’s eyes. She had no intention of marrying that monster and her mind set was just the same as before. What if she could reason with Mrs. Miguel and get out of it?

“Your mom helped me to pick out mine,” she said with a smile, the sun focusing on her beautiful spotless skin and the wind blowing her curly long hair to the side. She had never seen Mrs. Miguel before. Neither had she ever heard her mother mentioned her.

“What?” she quietly asked with soft eyes, “You know my mother?” She swallowed feebly patiently awaiting her reply.

“Yeah, we are close friends, that’s the reason why you are here.” Siana couldn’t understand. Why would that be the reason why she was there?

“I wanted my son to marry someone like you, so I went behind his and his father’s back and got things done myself.” Her words built into sentences kept digging a whole of confusion around Siana. What was she talking about?

“We have reservations, so next week we’ll go get you the perfect dress,” she said and latched onto Siana’s cheeks. Siana smiled nervously.

“Alexander is an amazing guy. You’ll see it once you open up to him.”

Mrs. Miguel filled her ear with childhood stories of Alexander and her friendship with Mrs. Jones. She filled her stomach with sweets and wine loosing up her stiff stubborn mind. They giggled like kids. Siana could see why her mother became friends with her. She could melt the ice with just a word. Get you spitting your deepest secrets, Siana felt well relaxed around her, her energy felt so familiar to her, their conversation got even deeper, spitting tips how to get Alexander relaxed to how to please him in bed. Siana listened carefully with eyes wide open intrigued.

Alexander watched as the place lit up with her smiles and her giggles echoed, “What’s so fucking funny?” he asked himself heading up to them.

“Goodbye mom,” Siana shouted with a smile. She turned and headed up to Alexander.

He spun around and fastened his steps heading to the car with her slowly following behind continuously smiling.

“Did you meet my father?” he asked sitting in the car gazing out the window. He wanted to know what had her smiling like that, what made her giggles that soundly, but couldn’t. He knew that if he was to ask it would end badly. He knew his mother was spitting shit about him. He laughed in anger.

“No,” she responded giggling. She felt great. She had quenched her thirst on two bottles of wine with her new favorite person; Mrs. Miguel on an empty stomach. It felt as if she was being one with her surroundings, melting into it, fading away.

“Oh fuck,” Alexander whispered with his hand over his face. He had finally picked it up. She was blinded drunk. He had no time to deal with this. A sober Siana was hell, what would a drunken Siana be like?

“Deep, long and hard,” she whispered crawling on her knees on the car seat making her way up to him with hunger in her eyes. Tint red glowing skin, messy hair with her chest exposed showing her dark red meshed bra. She looked delicious, spicy hot. A meal he could gobble up right then and there.