Saved by the sea

Chapter 10

"Why are you still dressed?"

Oliver walked into the room and walked straight into the bathroom.

"YOU BETTER BE NAKED WAITING FOR ME ON THE BED WHEN I RETURN!"

I just stood there frozen... looking at the closed door...

Not sure how to react...

There is no chance in hell that I will comply with any of this...

So I just stood there...

It took Oliver around two minutes to get ready...

He walked out of the bathroom hath dressed...

He probably left his jacket and shirt inside of the bathroom...

Only now did I notice that he was drunk...

And I mean really drunk...

Like he was barely standing...

"Why are you still dressed cunt?"

"Oliver? What...Hmm... maybe you should sit down..."

"Shut the hell up! Get naked and spread your legs!"

He stepped forward...

And the next thing I know the back of his hand struck me across the cheek...

And I went flying to the floor...

Hot tears were rolling down my cheek...

He then puled  me by my hair and dragged me onto the bed...

He flipped me facing down on the bed...

Pushed one of his palms right between my shoulder blades so I couldn't move...

His other hand tried to pull the skirt of my dress up...

But as it was so tight there was no chance for it to happen... so then he ripped it at the seam...

What happened next was a little blurry...

Maybe my brain was blocking it... to save itself from all the pain...

Maybe the pain and humiliation was so unalterable that I just locked it all away...

But the next thing I remember clearly was waking up...

On the floor next to the bed...

All of my body was bruised...

I could feel a puddle of Oliver seamen and my blood drying in between my legs...

All I wanted to do was cry...

But the tears weren't coming...

I just felt numb...

I felt empty...

Like everything inside of me was replaced with dark grey matter...

That was eating away a whole in my chest...

I stood up and dragged myself into the bathroom...

Stripped the ripped and dirty dress off...

And just walked under a scorching hot spray of water...

But I felt nothing...

Not even the hot water could wash away the feeling of dirtiness...

Or warm my insides...

So I just stood there... under the spray... until my skin turns all wrinkly...

I stopped the water and just stood there for a few moments... staring at the wall in front of me...

I forced myself to walk out of the shower...

Ignoring the mirror...

Refusing to look at myself...

Afraid...

Of what I might see...

I just walked out of the shower... dripping wet...

Straight into the bedroom...

To the small bed with my clothes for today's trip...

I gathered them and walked back into the bathroom...

Oliver still hasn't moved...

He laid in the same position...

I dried and dressed myself in this robotic state... not thinking about any of it...

And I would have probably stayed like this...

But I made the mistake of looking at myself in the mirror...

And saw a red bruise...

And now my short hair is brushing at it...

And I felt tears building up...

Like a flood washing everything in its path...

But there is no time for this now...

I can't let my father see me like this...

It would break his heart... and maybe even literary...

So I pulled on an emotionless mask and applied a heavy layer of makeup to cover the bruise...

I just stood there for a moment looking into myself in the mirror...

I looked different somehow...

My eyes no longer shined...

My smile was fake...

It all looked shallow and fake...

A single tear rolled down my cheek...

Mourning the girl I used to be...

I gathered all of  my strength and walked out of the bathroom... and out of the room...

I made my way downstairs into the main part of the club where the breakfast was served...

I sat down at one of the empty tables and ordered myself breakfast...

All around me people were looking at me...

Some with pity in their eyes...

Others with hate...

But I felt nothing...

Just dark emptiness...

It took Oliver another hour and half to get up and walk down stairs...

He walked to my table and leaned in to kiss me... 

I flinched a little when he got close to me...

It was an involuntary reaction...

He sat down and ordered for himself...

I sat there quietly...

As people rushed to congratulate him...

To suck up to him...

The whole sight made me sick...

When there was a clear moment I tried to leave...

But before I could even take a step from the table his hand caught mine... and pulled me back onto the chair...

"Sit back down, before I make you regret it..."

Part of me wanted to laugh straight at his face...

But I knew better...

Now that he married me...

My fathers company was in his hands...

And so was my fathers health...

And even probably his life...

So I sat back down...

Forcing a fake smile on my face as more people approached our table...

Most of them ignored me...

And even if someone tried to talk to me Oliver answered before I could even form an answer...

"We will leave right after breakfast, my mother packed your bags and they are already on the plane..."

I didn't answer...

I just sat there...

With a fake smile...

Staring at nothingness behind him...

There was nothing that I wanted or could tell him... so I just stood there quiet as Oliver finished eating.

When he was finished he dragged me into the car waiting for us in front of the building...

I was thankful for the call he received at the moment the car left the club...

And he stayed on the phone the whole way to the airport...