We’d hardly talked to each other on our way home. My tongue was tied and I couldn’t speak as a result of what had met my eyes downstairs as I went looking for my man.
“I don’t believe I started my marriage on this note…” I eventually broke the eery silence between us as we finished unpacking.
He didn’t say anything, rather he went into the bathroom. I sat on the bed and cried, clutching a pillow to my chest. What had I not done for Collins. I had never denied him sex and ensured each time he had it to his full no matter how sore my vagina felt. I had become a sex toy over the past few months of knowing and being with him.
“Why are you crying?” I didn’t hear him come out.
I turned around to find him naked. He had just showered. “Isn’t that a dumb question?”
“I think you’re just overreacting.”
“Overreacting you say?”
“Yes of course. What’s the big deal?” He asked.
His words dealt me a blow and he suddenly became irritable to me. “That I found my newly wedded husband frolicking in a pool with five girls is not reason enough to be mad? Eh Collins? What sort of rubbish talk is that? How long have we been married?”
“You should have simply joined the other ladies.” He said calmly. “Most of those people you saw there are couples, but no one gives a hoot. We mingle like that. If we must be spouses, then you need to get used to it. Sex is meant to be enjoyed, and variety is the spice of life. Don’t be so naive and conservative, look at the bright side of everything and you would be thankful.”
Oh my God! What nonsense was he talking about?
Collins came and sat beside me, “in that family, we don’t know who is married to who. When you’re horny, you turn to the nearest person to you.”
“You must be sick. So it’s true that you’re a lunatic?”
His face tightened in a frown. “What did you just say?”
“I said it’s true you’re a lunatic! I should have listened.”
“Who did you talk to?” He asked with rage writhing his face.
“What does it matter? It’s obvious that you are a lunatic. No normal person thinks the way you do.”
I had barely completed my sentence when a deafening slap landed on my face. Few seconds darkness befell me and left me groping for safety. Before I could catch my breath, another one came from the other side of my face and sent me crashing on the floor from the bed.
“I can’t see, oh God I can’t see.” I screamed.
“Are you going to tell me whom you’ve been talking to?” I heard him cross over the bed to where I was. I struggled to scurry away from him but he caught me with his strong arms. The same arms that were firm when we made out and contributed to our fun, were the ones that kept me from safety.
I was crying but he didn’t care, rather he pinned me to the floor yelling threats to my face. He threatened to kill me if I didn’t tell him.
“It’s Vera… It’s Vera.” I struggled to speak from choking under his grip on my neck.
“So you were discussing me with her and lied when I asked you?” He landed me more slaps, this time accompanied by punches from clenched fists. I wrestled to defend myself from the punches but it seemed to do little.
He tore my clothes off my body and raped me. I lied there, motionless and passive, writhing in pain as he had his way until he was done and left me alone on the floor, crying with the little strength left in me. Collins dressed up and left the house that evening and never returned until the next day.
When I acquired some strength, enough to get me off the floor, I dragged myself to the bed and propped myself against it. My head ached. I didn’t know who to talk to. I was alone and really alone in this. I couldn’t deal with complaining about the marriage I boasted about just a day after it started. Who would even make a sense from what I might have to say? It would just be awkward. How would I explain that my husband was swamped by five ladies and doing orgy sex in my post wedding party while I dozed off in the bedroom upstairs.
I dragged myself further towards the bathroom and on getting by the mirror I decided to have look. I had become black eyed, with a red patch on my left white eye, the very eye that received a larger number of the punches. I needed a doctor.
After cleaning up, I knew I had to do something, call someone or at least get some medication. I dressed up in something nice and casual.
I fluffed my hair so it would fall freely and cover the landmarks Collins had planted on my face. I picked a pair of shades from their rack and thought it covered well.
I started leaving only to get to the exit door and realised it was locked. I had been locked in by Collins. What was he wishing me? It was three hours since he left and my head was still pounding from the panel beating I received from him. I slumped into one of the couches and remained there for a long time before searching the entire house for any medicine I could find. Fortunately, I found some pain relievers and took them. Few minutes later, I slept off.
I was still sleeping when I noticed someone’s presence in the room. I was still trying to wake up when Collins joined me in bed and hugged me tight from behind. He remained that way and didn’t let me wriggle free from his grip. He kissed my neck and whispered into my ears.
“I’m sorry baby. It all ended yesterday. It will never happen again.”
I broke down and cried.
That morning, he served me breakfast in bed and pecked me at every chance he got. But my friends on Facebook have always opined that once a man starts to beat his wife, it never ends.
I was yet to know how true that could be. At least, I was married now and ready to have a first hand experience of all that.
I picked up my phone and left the contacts list where I had been battling the temptation to call Vera. She was the only person who could at least, understand. After I put the phone aside, Collins spread before me two passports and other documents that certified our trip to Dubai where the end began.