Angelina crouched in a small corner of her room as she wrapped her hands around herself to comfort herself. She didn't understand what she had done wrong and why his actions hurt her so much!
Was it too much?! She stifled her cries as her phone flashed her dad's name on the screen. She sniffed while wiping her running nose. Angelina quickly wiped the tears on her face, calming herself down before swiping it to the green side and holding the phone to her left ear.
Her dad's cheerful voice greeted her. "Hello Adenike mi,'' She smiled, feeling nostalgic at her father's voice. Had she been at home with her father, her father would have cooked her favorite food, which was Pounded yam and egusi (melon soup) for her. After eating, her father said she should walk with him outside under the drumstick tree in front of their house. They would sit on the permanent bench and stare at the twinkling stars. Then she would put her head on her father's thigh, who would recite her eulogy for her and patted her head soothingly. She missed him, and she missed everything, even though she had some uncomfortable times. There is no place like home, she thought bitterly.
"Denike, are you there?" her father's voice drifted her out of her thoughts.
"Yeah," she rubbed her forehead, "I'm okay, papa," she replied in a small voice, reassuring her old man.
"Denike," he called her softly, "I know you aren't alright. Your voice is down, and whenever you say you are okay, you are a hundred percent away from it," her father stated the obvious. She sniffed again, feeling the tears running down, "Papa…" she called again.
"What happened, dear?" her father asked.
"Papa," her voice croaked, "I'm married," she whispered and used her hand to clamp her mouth shut as a sob wanted to escape.
"You are married?" her father asked slowly, wanting to know what he heard.
"Yeah," she nodded, even though he couldn't see her.
"I hope you love the guy," her father said in a statement that was the last straw to make her burst out the tears she had been holding. Her emotions had been jumbled together since morning, her insecurities and everything.
"Pour out your heart, my pearl. I hear you, munchkin." She could imagine her father smiling softly and tears brimming in his eyes. She did not need to talk because she knew her father could understand her perfectly.
"Papa," she sniffed, "Papa…" she paused a little, trying to gather her jumbled thoughts. "It hurt!" she cried out, her lips trembling, "it is painful to be odd out of all," she sobbed, covering her mouth to stop her from screaming, but it was hard to control her cries, "why can't I be the same?" she asked. Her father didn't say anything, wanting her to rant all out. "I was bullied because my mother never was in the picture when I was in primary school. I was bullied in secondary school because I was too brilliant than others and the…." She choked on her tears as hot tears streamed down her cheeks. She could still remember the abuse she faced when she was in school. Just because her eye color differed from others, she was labeled a witch, which she used to come out with flying colors. She had been ganged up on before; even some scars were on her back as a reminder. She focused on her academics and studied harder, then was given a scholarship to another state she thought she would escape, but her skin color was! Why couldn't she be normal like all?! she thought. She started skipping her meals to reduce her weight which resulted in her having an ulcer, but it helped a little. She didn't want all she had, and she hated her body, eyes, guru's brain, and everything except her pointed nose, prominent dimples, and long hair.
What did she do to deserve it all? Why did she deserve Nathaniel's hatred?
"Denike mi, ọmọ ọba.'' Her father gently tried to calm her hysterically, breathing down, "They are jealous and envious of you, my daughter," her father stated firmly, "I always tell you, people condemn you when they don't have anything to talk about or when they see you are better than them. And what I tell you and will always tell you is to be yourself and make all who belittle you be a litter in your world," her father advised her.
She sniffed, wiping her tears, feeling a little light. Her father was her anchor, her best friend, and her hero. He was everything a daughter could ever ask for. "I'm fine now, papa," She said in a hoarded voice.
"That's my baby."
"Old man, why did you call?" she asked hoarsely.
"Old man?" she rolled her eyes at her father's tactics.
"Uhn, old man," she responded.
"Well, this old man called you," she could hear the proudness from his voice, "to bully you about…."
"About…?" she asked, raising her brow.
"mmm…" her father teased, knowing she would feel frustrated already.
She huffed annoyingly, "Don't tell me again?!" she stumbled onto the floor.
"To bully you because I'm eating your favorite food," she sighed, missing the taste of her father's food.
After a loud, peaceful silence, "Papa," she called, "I've married a stranger. I don't know how I feel, but I think I like him already…" she confessed, twirling her hair.
"Don't tell me a stranger has stolen my daughter's heart," her father tutted, laughing out loud.
"No," she smiled shyly.
"Well, that's good. As much as you like him, I accept him and like him," her father chirped. "I need to go now, baby. I'll call you later. I love you. My jewel," her father said.
"I love you too," and she hung up, sighing before dropping her phone on the floor.
Nathaniel played with the extra Angelina's room key as he hummed to check her sleeping posture but paused when he heard her confession to another man. He yanked the door open, feeling angry and betrayed. In the digging on Angelina, there was no place where it was written she was in a relationship or stuff, then who the fuck was she talking to!
This motherfucker is a cheating bitch!
He was mad, and she was his. She dared her to call another man into his fucking house at night! He felt her punishing her and killed the fucking man who she just spoke to!
Nathaniel felt his stomach turn when she saw her staring at her innocently like she didn't fucking confess to another man. He clenched his fist and gritted, walked to where she sat on the ground, with her phone on the floor.
He took her hand abruptly and threw her on the bed, making a gasp escape her mouth. Angelina was still calming down from talking to her father when Nathaniel stalked toward her.
Angelina didn't know what had happened or why he had come again. She could feel the fear of earlier creeping back. She was scared.
"A fucking whore! It was said that no man was in your life, then who the fuck are you confessing to!" He pushed her down, locking her hand with his left hand. His eyes were red and hard from jealousy as he stared at her frightened grey eyes.
"I know you are a whore since the first day!" he gritted, their breathing fanning against each other as their chests rose and synced together. "I just left you for an hour; you are still cheating on your husband," he accused, gripping her hands tighter for her to feel pain.
"it is…."
"Shut up!" he growled, his other hand gripping her cheek tightly, "You are mine!" he trailed kisses to her ear, "Mine only, no one else," he murmured, nibbling her a bit.
"You break up with that motherfuvker before I fucking kill him in your fucking presence!" he whispered before forcefully taking her lips.
She tried to struggle, but he held her down tightly, kissing her roughly as he bit her lip before going to her jugular, latching his mouth. He was sucking and nibbling on it.
He ground his lower part to her unconsciously, feeling good as he released her hands when he noticed her struggle became lax in his grip.
Soft moans fell from his lips. He trailed his hand to her boobs, feeling them squishy under his palms. He had always imagined, but he didn't know that they would feel heavenly like this.
"Please stop," Angelina choked out, tears streaming down her face.
"You are so beautiful," Nathaniel whispered, not listening to her pleas as he took pleasure ground his groin to her lower part. "You are saying stop, but you are fucking wet down here," to prove his statement, he touched her pant to feel it drenched, and he grinned mockingly.
"I don't want this,"
"But your body wants this and is more honest than you!" he blew air at her inner thigh to see her quivering before sniffing the scent emitting and groaning pervertedly. He pecked and licked her patched pants before removing his cock.
Angelina thrashed, panicked as she stared at him, "No, I don't want this!"
"Shut the fuck up!" he hollered, grabbing her, "did I tell you I want to do anything! Even if I want to do anything, I can do it because I'm your fucking husband!" going on top of her as he caged her head in between his separated thighs.
"You look beautiful with tears, and I want your tears. Cry more," he grinned manically, palming his cock as he groaned. He spat on his hand, moving his hand up and down his rod as he moved faster, staring at her terrified eyes, which stimulated him more. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and splurted out his release all over her face.
Damn!
His body trembled as he put his semi-hardened dick back into his boxer, unsatisfied, taking some of his semen and smudging it on her face and her breast.
"Beautiful!" he smirked at his accomplishment, standing up from her and then walking out of the room, not after taking her phone for more snooping.
