Shouldn't Have Kissed You

Maya walked out of the bathroom all dressed up. She wore a pink dress with a black sweater to hide her bruises. She was going to admit that they hurt mostly when the cold shower hit them. But she wasn't about to let her mother in law have a guess what was going on.

Before Chris walked in the kitchen earlier, she had forgotten her problems with the help of Alma and Bernice. She had even forgotten about the threat that was on the note that she received.

Bernice had made sure to lighten up her mood and she had succeed in a way. With awesome stories of her dear husband like that, who wouldn't anyway? She laughed for the whole two hours she was there. But everything changed.

It changed when he walked in. He said hello to everyone apart from her. He didn't even dare acknowledge her in any way. Of course, she was hurt. She wasn't that invisible for her husband to not see her. But he did. He didn't bother look her way not even when she followed him behind.

Then what was her mistake to get the bruises? What did she do for her to be pushed like that? For her to be called all the name he thought she deserved? She was as much of a victim as he was. She never wished for this.

She moved her eyes to him, whom he stood at the vanity mirror. He wore a sweatpants and a white T-shirt that fit him perfectly. She hated herself for still seeing him as handsome even after what he did to her.

Or maybe it was her fault. It was her fault to think. It was hers to act before asking. Hers to think that by doing what she thought was a way of saving time. Hers for staring at him as if he was a piece of chicken. And her biggest fault was letting herself be a pushover by everyone.2

She opened her mouth to say that she was ready but he was already at the door. Maya pushed her hair on one side and walked after him. She had to catch up with him or else, only God knew the rest.

"It's finally the time," Bernice said when she saw the two walk in the dinning room, "I thought you two decided to have another type of meal."

Maya felt her face blush at that comment. She pulled her seat next to Bernice.

"Don't get wrong ideas, Momma," Chris said pulling his seat, "and your making my wife go scarlet."

At the mention of that, Maya's hands went to her face. Of course, he had to see her blush at his mother's statement. She pulled a bowl full of rice and served herself. That night, she had learned his favourite dish and in a way she was happy. Why? She had no idea.10

Everyone ate quietly and that didn't help Maya. Maybe she thought that when she got married something would change but she was wrong. It was just like her old life. A life everyone that thought knows her would describe her as a happy girl.

any sort. The princess who got everything that life could offer. The spoilt brat who had a dad that loved her with all his heart. The one parented girl who went to the best school because of her father's connection. The best Doctor Who became doctor because her dad was once upon a time

lie. She wasn't spoilt. She wasn't a princess either. Her life was hell and much worse in her

idea what she had gone through. He had no idea in a way, she looked forward to this marriage. Not for love but

already had bruises. What she wanted to know was if he more damaged than her dad was. He is a psycho and she will never forgive him. For what he did to her, for hating her with no reason. She will never do

"you're out of space all over sudden," she held her forehead,

concerned mother in law. To her, she was lucky to have additional people who cared. First her two best friends with whom one she hadn't heard anything from him since college. If

in law whom she loved from the first meeting. It was so ironic, that even

apologized taking her fork and spoon back to her hands, "I just remembered something that I should have done before

she was chewing before she looked at her daughter. Yes daughter. She had loved her at first sight and in a way she felt her pain. Why? She herself had no idea. But what

worry, I'm sure it can wait till

took a

by Alma which was red velvet cake, Chris favourite too. It was the

living room with their desert and sat at a respective couches.

the coffee table, "my reason for

knew it," Chris cut her

her son,

at for only god knows when since they moved to the living

was up to

exclaimed, "I just came to give

forgotten all of this? Bernice had said yesterday that she would bring

be?" Chris asked

she said exacted,