Broken by the Mafia

I'm standing in a room alone, preparing myself to walk down the aisle at my wedding. I still can't believe I'm getting married today. It feels like, I've been waiting for so long to finally become the wife of my soulmate. I'm way too happy and nervous as well. I checked my beautiful sleeveless and sweetheart neck, lace fitted long white gown once again. It's the most beautiful wedding dress I've ever seen, which was hugging my body perfectly. Soon I heard the piano playing outside, indicating that it's time for me to go out. I took a deep long breath and pulled down the Vail that was attached with my perfectly made bun, in front of my face according to ritual. Holding the flower bouquet of roses in my hand tightly, I started walking out the room. As I came out, a bright light hit my eye, making my eyes hazy. I could make out everything as it is, but nothing is clear to me. I saw people sitting beside the aisle standing up for me, but couldn't make any of their faces due to the haziness. “No, I can't freak out like this. It's my wedding. I don't want to be ashamed today by making people think I'm having wedding jitters. I'm getting married to the love of my life and nothing would stop me now.” I said to myself and started walking towards my place. Although I couldn't see clearly, I successfully made my way to the stage, without falling, and stood in front of the priest and my future husband. He took my hand in his and immediately a warm feeling consumed my heart, giving me the strength to stand out strong with a smile on my lips. I looked up at him though the Vail to see his amazing blue eyes looking back at me too. But as soon as his eyes caught mine, the smile I had till now completely wiped out. “Who is this guy? This is not my husband? My husband has deep black and intimidating eyes. Then who is this?” I thought to myself and quickly removed the veil from my face. As soon as I opened my veil, my vision became clear. But all of a sudden, I found myself alone on the stage. Nobody was around. Not my husband, not the priest, and not even a single guest I just saw a minute ago. While searching for everyone, my eye fell onto the mirror standing right beside me, and it immediately sends waves of chills down my spine in horror at seeing my own reflection. I went near the mirror to check myself more, but I found another girl standing in the place where my reflection was supposed to be. Not only standing, but she was coping everything I was doing. As I was touching my face, she was touching hers too. It seemed like that is my own face, but my mind is telling me it is not. But whatever's happening at this moment, it's freaking me out. Suddenly my reflection stopped doing what I'm doing and stood in front of me still. But in the next moment, her attire started changing as she became naked and her whole body and face started showing bruises and hickey's. She looks completely broken like that. I am shaking in fear to see these horrifying looks of that girl. But the moment my eyes fell on my own body, I found myself equal to the girl in the reflection, naked and bruised. And immediately I started freaking out more. No, no… This not happening. This is not me… “No...” I screamed out loud as I sat up straight in my bed. “What happened? Are you okay?” My husband asked me, making me realize that it was a nightmare. But I am still shaking in fear and having a hard time in breathing. So I dashed into the bathroom and took the medicine out of the cabinet which my psychologist gave me for situations like these. Gulping it down, I splashed some cold water on my eyes and stood up to check myself in the mirror. I checked my face and my body repeatedly to make sure what I saw was only a dream. After a few minutes like that, I succeeded to calm down and took a breath of relief. “Are you okay? Same nightmare again?” My husband Jasper, entered the bathroom and asked me. “Yeah.” I replied to him. “Took your medicines?” He came close to me and asked. “Yes.” I took another deep breath. “Take your medicines in right times or else your health will not improve. And most of all, stop putting pressure on your mind. Everything will come back when it's the right time.” I nod to him with a forced smile on my face. He came closer to me and stood right behind me. Removing the lock of hair from my neck, he started sucking on my neck and shoulders. Soon his hands slide down from my breasts to the knot of my robe and slowly started opening it, while his body was sticking with my back, and he was still kissing my shoulder. I know what he wants right now, but I'm not ready for it at this moment. “Jasper. Can we please not do this right now? I'm not feeling good.” I told him so that he could stop. “But, baby, this is our only chance. I'm leaving tomorrow. And you know the clock is ticking for us. We have to try our best while it's still time.” I sighed and finally agreed with him. He also went back to what he was doing. He opened the knot of my peach-coloured satin robe and let it slide down my body, leaving me standing only on my lace undergarments. Moving all the hair, he started kissing all over my backside and slowly opened the hook of my bra. Removing it from my perfectly plumped breasts, he kept caressing them a little roughly. I was still facing the mirror as he was trying to make love to me. “I couldn't control myself whenever I see your sexy body, baby. You make me so horny every time I come near you.” He whispered it into my ear and bit my earlobe slowly. It made me smile when I saw him playing with my body in the reflection of the mirror. But in the next moment, I got another flashback. I was standing just like this, but it wasn't me. It was that other girl's face in my reflection. And the guy playing with her body was also not my husband, but he was someone much younger than him. Seeing that, I got scared and stumbled back a few steps. I quickly moved away from my husband into a corner, as I kept shaking in fear. “Fuck..” He yelled out all of a sudden, making me flinch and shake more. “Would you stop acting like a crazy? You're making me crazy too, with your silly mental breakdowns. If you don't get this illness fixed, you can never give me a baby again. You will become a pathetic waste. I can't believe you completely ruined my mood.” After screaming at me for ruining his mood, he got out of the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. His harsh words pained my heart, and tears made its way down my eyes. Why can't I be normal? Why can't I give my husband a child? Why I'm the one who's having these nightmares? What's happening to me?? Hi. My name is Zoey Francisco, and I'm a 29 years old married woman. I live in a beautiful mansion around the costal area of Miami, with my husband. My husband, Jasper Francisco is a 48 years old millionaire businessman. He has hundreds of companies spread all over the world, that's why most of the time I stay alone in our house. He comes to see me every two or three days and spends a night with me before going back to his business. Sometimes it feels like I'm not his wife, but I'm his w***e who he comes to have s*x with once in a while. He doesn't love me like a husband should do to his wife. Or maybe it's because of my stupidity for which we had to lose our unborn baby. Yes, I conceived once. About five years ago. It was almost my delivery date when we were attacked by a Mafia group. They attacked us because I refused to give them money from the company I handle in Miami. When they shot me, the bullet hit my stomach for which I lost my baby. Or at least that's what Jasper said to me. I don't remember anything about what happened that day or before it because of that attack. For that accident, I didn't only lose my baby, but I also lost my memory. When I gained my consciousness five years ago in a hospital bed, I couldn't even remember my own self, let alone anyone else. The doctor said that I was in a coma for about a month. They concluded the reason behind my memory loss as- maybe falling down and hitting my head or maybe due to the loss I had in that accident. They also couldn't say when I will gain my memory back. Jasper, who was a complete stranger to me at that time, helped me get my life in control. He showed me our wedding pictures and many more memorable pictures from the time we spent together. Unfortunately, I couldn't remember anything. Whenever I force myself to remember anything, a severe headache consumes me, which is unbearable to handle. Later I found out that I have no relatives or anyone to call my own except of Jasper. I used to be his secretary when we started growing feelings for each other, and now it's been 7 years since we are married. I wish I get back my memory soon, so that I could remember who I truly am, or what happened to my parents, or how I fell in love with my husband. In that accident, I almost lost the ability to become a mother again. The bullet hit me in a spot for which conceiving a child is going to be a lot harder. On the other hand, my husband is already 48 years old now. The biological clock is ticking for him. We need to have a baby as soon as possible. So the doctor gave me some medicines to help me heal and told us to keep trying whenever we can. These are not the only problems I'm handling from past five years and neither is this the first time I'm having these nightmares. Since the day of my accident, I kept having these nightmares every night. Few days after it started getting so intense that I started having daydreams or flashbacks once or twice a day. It freaks me every time to a level from which I started having mental breakdowns. In my defense, who won't get mentally ill if you keep seeing horrible scenes of getting beaten, whipped or raped. Sometimes I even feel pain in my dream. I keep seeing a young girl in my reflection. She always seems bruised and battered. I know whoever that girl is, she's been through a lot in her life. It's that girl's life I kept seeing in my dream. She's the one who has been beaten up and raped mercilessly. And now she's haunting me and trying to tell me about her life. I understand her pain, but I'm fed up now. I can't take it anymore. She's making my life ruined, because my husband is getting irritated from my continues mental breakdowns. To fix myself I go to a physiatrist every weekend. I had to take different kinds of medicines all day, every day. And all of these because of that mafia leader. If he didn't shoot me in the first place, I wouldn't have to face such problems. I didn't have to be a barren. I didn't have to be a loveless wife. And most of all, I didn't have to be a broken girl.