LIE CH6
Yaya laid on her bed. Not knowing what to do, should she go to sleep when sleep wasn't what she wanted to do. She stared back at her watch, "1, great it's 1'o-clock in the morning and your still awake Yaya." She mumbles to herself and finally glance at the dairy again. "Should I?" She questioned herself again and finally stumbled to get the dairy. Opening the first page again she flip through to the back of it and started to read again.
Dear dairy,
I have yet to met him again. His name was the devils, therefore I could not bring myself to actually writing his name upon your white innocents pages. He was something alright but there was something wrong with him. He came over to my house today and ignore me like some diseased. He was mad, frustrated and stressed. I could tell when his eyes kept dilating back to me. Was it hate I saw crossed them? Did I do something wrong that made him angry? I don't know either question and he makes me curious to why he showed so much hatred towards me. It made no sense but I hope it wasn't something bad coming my way. I did pledge myself to never think about him again. Was I ever fooling myself? Did I really think love at first sight existed? Maybe I did and it didn't work as I thought it did and it's okay I'll find someone worthy. I will find someone..............
Sincerely,
Luna
Yaya flip the page again. Even more intrigue by this women. Yaya continued to read the next page. This time she skip the date and started at the beginning where. Luna finally got to telling her emotions and life itself.
I have not been comforting my emotions for the past days. I hate it, everything. My life is ruined. Today, my best friend Rosa yelled at me for being a cheater and him....him of all people. My family. Friends. All ruin because of my unspoken selfish desire all came to life.
My idiot of a father decided my marriage was going to be soon and had force Rosa's to-be-husband to marry me instead of her. Did that make any sense? And worst of it ........I went along with them. What kind of person was I?
I broke my best friends heart. I made the man I love hate me and if I have spoken or objected this decision of marriage my family would go against me. This world of people was not on my side. I was being punish for whatever sin I have committed in my last life and so please whatever I did do, don't punish the people around me. I only desired him, I only desire Bi. But I never spoken of him. I kept to myself. All my secrets and hidden emotion all kept in a dark space inside of me and it all crashes down like the earth was on fire.
Was it really my fault? I never asked for this. I didn't ask for any of it. I just wish.....just wish everything would go back to normal. I was okay being hurt alone. I was okay being wounded alone, suffering alone. I didn't want everyone else to suffer also. I wanted none of it. So how could this be me fault? Was I such a jinx? Or will I forever be questioning my own human existing? If someone could tell me.....just tell me what I've done wrong to end this suffering I would trade in anything to stop all of it. For dear sake change this inhuman world and make it more human to live in. Because I can not possibly go through this marriage not love but force and hated by the one man that I fell in loved with. So help me change fate.
"Help me change fate?" Yaya repeated and left the book on the bed. She return back at her window and open the curtain aside to see if Barry was still there. And he was. He sat there just waiting and Yaya stared back at her watch.
'Is he crazy?" Yaya mumbled aloud and decided to finally go talk to him at this late of night. She dress herself in her robe and quickly took the stairs and opA en the door to the outside. She went to the gate, letting her small feet drag it's way to him with anger in her, she was ready to blow at him. Curse at him even when she never done so before.
"What are you still doing out here?" She yelled and could she feel the urgency of the wind scooping coldly at her tingly creamy skin.
Barry stood up and stared at her for a moment. His shirt wrinkly from being shove out of his nicely pair of suit. His tie undone and the tip of his shirt unbutton. His hair was a whiskey mess as he looked up at her disapprovingly yet again.
"Is that the kind of clothes you wear to sleep?" He asked totally avoiding her question she seized to ask him.
Yaya tilted her head to the side and inhaled deeply, "yes, it's what I wear to sleep if you have a problem you should see what I'm wearing underneath this? Maybe nothing at all." She sarcastically saying before Barry looked at her tempted by her chosen choice of words.
"You have change quiet a bit Yaya. I see it now and I see it why you have to change. It's all because of me, all because I was unable to protect you from my mom, unable to be patient long enough to stay by your side and now I've let it go this far. It's only fair you act like this towards me." Barry said with a tired tone. "But can I come in instead of standing out here? It's a little chilly." He coughed and Yaya stared back at him with curiosity.
"What's the catch if I do? Your not going to try and rape me are u? Make your little child and then leave me behind like you've wanted to do in the first place? Or even make me suffer more than you have too?" Yaya spit and turn away from him. "I once loved you but now not anymore. I don't love you enough to let you come back into my house."
"Aren't you being a little harsh?" Barry fractionally said apparently more than a little annoyed by Yaya's words of the truth. "Where still married." He announced.
"To you we are, to me were not." Yaya hissed at him and by the moment anger rose up and higher again and again.
"Damn you women!" Barry hit the gate and gripped it hard. "Open the damn gate women. I'm freezing cold." He partially screamed at her.
Yaya simply yawn and rolled her eyes. "Not a chance. Go back home."
"I would if I can."
"Then walk" she finished when a siren of lights flashed and ended up beside Yaya's gates. A police offer rode out of the car.
"What seems to be the problem here?"
Barry sighs and looks up at him. "Apparently I lost my keys and my wife is mad at me. She won't let me into my house." Barry lied as he softly spoke without Yaya hearing. The police officer looked up at Yaya and whom his head.
"Open the gate m'am"
"I can not and unable too." Yaya ignore his words and crossed her arms together.
"Do you want us to have a big problem here m'am. Or else I can take both of you with me to the station for interrupting the neighborhood with your yelling. The people around here are complaining, now open the gate to your husband or else I'll take you both down."
Yaya then charge back down her road and open the gate. Barry enter swiftly and thank the officer for his kind offering to help. He waited till the officer was gone and grip Yaya by her elbow, dragging her inside the house.
She jerked her arm the first time with no success and she jerked her arm free again. Her blood boiled fire as she coolly grace her feet from not stomping and glancing back at Barry's dangerous eyes.
He let her walked freely into the house and he along grip the handle of the door and slam it close. He walked close behind of her not sure of the outcome just yet. His footsteps where heavy but his breath was even more alarming because he was so full with rage. It kept every ounce of him not to barge at her with full force and claim what he came to do in the first place.
Yaya then turn around sharply and suddenly stop, she came out of nowhere, releasing her anger that was boiling up inside of her she yelled, "what do you want?" And Barry bump right into her without thinking. He grip her waist from letting her fall flat onto her ass and they dance around in circle before they actually hit a soft balanced.
"What are you thinking women?" Barry stared back down at her. His arms around her in unconditionally places he had never touched her before and it was surprising at how he had never actually held onto her waist or landed his hands onto her back once. She was right under him with his arms warp around her like a cocoon, she was a foreign human being to him.
"I won't give you what you want. I won't ever." She whispers above him.
"I'll take wants mine. I'll claim you in every kind of way I have to and I won't ever give up. It's either through force or it would be so much better if you are willingly that way you won get hurt."
"Claim? I was never yours to begin with." She struggled through his embraced. "After I realize what a animal you are....it was never the same. Disgusting." Despising her acidic voice she put all her strength into her arms and struggled. Pushing every weight that was holding her to part away but he simply had sticky hands.
Barry grip the front of her robe and pulled it as down as fast as it came on. Distracted, Yaya, eyes alarm, lips dropping and shocked, quickly she knew this was the day she couldn't run away. Barry was right away to attack and she was his prey he came after. He was going to get his way one way or another. His hands closed up on her and away he grip her waist again and swung her up into the air and into his embrace so they were eye level. "Don't fight it or else it'll hurt."
Yaya wasn't so sure it matter if it hurt or not. This time the threat, was personal. Something she has never felt before was going to be force upon her. Her virginity was going to be taken whither she like it or not and it was her husband who she ran from in the first place. He was going to cross territory, borders he has never crossed before and it was going to crush her. She will never find the will to date again nor give another decent man a chance ever again. This was over and piece by piece she saw her ending, door down and up the stairs was her room, one hall way down and there it was. Her doomed.
Barry pulled her down onto the bed and so close he fell along with her. His eyes staring down at her but Yaya refused to glance back at him. Her head turn the other way as she could feel his breath along her tingly skin. His slow movements and then it came slowly, his warm lips touching her creamy smooth skin.
Yaya's heart dropped. Shocked, scared, her esteem system suddenly dropping from grade A to a level F. Unable to speak, her stomach suddenly fell ill. Sick she wanted to escape and hide in a hole. But a breath of any kind was Barry's own breathing and the process was slow and torture. His lips caresses against her skin and his hand ravishing against her thighs. Scurrying up her black silk night gown he lay between her thighs as he explore her body. Was is cherish or was he just acting? Unable to so stop the process she suddenly started to think again. Yaya put her hand against Barry's lips, trembling she finally looked up at him. "Don't do this."
Barry only seized her hands into his and there his answer was. Nothing could stop him. Yaya shook away his hands, she struggle and fought along his searching hands. She help fixed her night gown as much as she can and fought again.
"Get off of me." She finally yelled and Barry pursued to ignore her cry for escape. She tried again and this time she bit him.
Barry growl and shallowly rip the gown from the middle of her gown and down. "I will claim you as I should had done on our wedding night."
"But you didn't...."
"Don't dare me." His eyes captivating into hers. The chill of his breathing fan a crossed her, liquefying every exposed withering noise. He roughly pushed himself away from her, forcing himself to look elsewhere and to finally breath. He thought things through, "I won't take you like this, I'm not someone to force anyone never had to but YOU...." He pointed his finger at her. "You will have to give into me, one way or another."
Barry shifted his glaze elsewhere and storm out of her room. Hardly breathing, he couldn't act out what he wanted. This feeling, this emotion inside of him was burning with passion. Something he had never known before and it bewilder him even more. His beating heart raced, his eyes could barely acknowledge Yaya's body parts. For the first time, a new feeling bloom out of no where and form something he wasn't quiet sure what it was. And it anger him. This anger inside of him was something he couldn't explain.
On the other hand, Yaya was forced into a ball. Her knees hung tightly near her chest and her hands wrapped around herself. Humiliated and disgusted, she couldn't stop herself from not bursting into tears. That's the only thing she could do.