“Mehn, that’s one ugly lady. Ewwwwww”
“Hahahahaaa, oh my God how could you possibly say something like that? You’re crazy!”
“Crazy about you.”
Nana flicked some strands of hair out of her eyes and turned away from him to watch the waves on the beach. “Oh please, I’ve heard that for years now. Tell me something new.”
“Okay then. Crazy about marrying you.”
“Crazy about… you what? OH MY GOD!!!”
Tony had dropped to his knees and held open a box with the most exquisite looking ring she had ever seen.
“So is that a…”
“Yes. Yes. YES!!!”
She could hardly stay still while he slid the ring down her finger. She then grabbed him into a massive hug
“And a day more…”
The video ended then.
Nana kept staring at the phone, somehow wishing the video played on. But that was the end.
It had been four years since that video was shot. Three years and a few months of marriage and three years of a nightmare.
She sighed as she stood up to look out the window. The quiet scenery in the fading sun did little to light up the fading glows of what was once the love she felt in her heart. She put a hand to the window and kept watching, waiting.
It started to drizzle then.
Her mind went back to the night she lost her first pregnancy. It was raining, heavily. The doctors couldn’t explain what exactly killed her baby; the cold that flooded her body while she lay unconscious for hours in the garden or the kicks from Tony that resulted in her unconsciousness in the first place.
At least she knew for sure that the second died because of a punch which sent her to the hospital for two weeks.
She couldn’t really place when what went wrong actually went wrong. But what was wrong was horribly wrong!
an hour later…
She saw the headlights at the gate and heard the honking of the horns. She imagined how he swore to himself while waiting for Sunday to get the gate. Well, he would swear a lot tonight because she had sent Sunday packing earlier in the day.
She kept watching as he finally realized Sunday wasn’t coming, and came out to open the gate himself. She had left it unlocked so he could help himself, and he did, swearing and cursing as he usually did.
She smiled as the rain picked up and drenched him as he ran back to the car, drove in, and ran back to lock the gate.
By the time he got in, he was drenched and she was elated. It gave her some satisfaction to see him suffer in any way possible. Even if it was just ordinary rain. That was how he described the rain that killed her baby. Ordinary.
“Damn that f*****g Sunday! I’ll kill him when I see him, disappearing off like that!”
Nana didn’t turn away from the window. She wanted him to know she had watched and probably enjoyed the whole thing.
“And you stood here watching damn witch. Where is Sunday?”
Now she turned, smile stuck on her face.
“I don’t know. The gate was open, right? He probably stepped out to….”
He hissed and walked off without waiting for her to finish her statement. Even this didn’t get to her… nothing got to her anymore.
She turned back to face the window again and watch the rain, now beating down heavily now. The worst thing Tony had probably done to her was force some drugs down her throat that effectively ended her chances of having a baby. Ever. Not only that, when she found out later, he had the guts to tell her he wasn’t interested in having baby monsters with her and nobody else should.
That was a year ago. He had stolen all her money, her massive inheritance, the business, everything. Like that wasn’t enough, he turned her into a beggar in her own house. Her own freaking house!
She blamed herself though… she should have seen that it was just a game for him from the beginning.
Tony came back into her room thirty minutes ago. She smelt the alcohol before she saw him, and knew what would follow. The weight of the slap pushed her on the ground and she shut her eyes tight, not fighting back as he shoved himself on top of her…and inside her.
She lay still till he was done and gone back to his room.
She smiled as she slowly stood up and dressed up. Normally she would have showered, but tonight wasn’t the night for that. She had her alibi.
The few people she still kept in touch with asked her why she stayed. Why she didn’t just run away and start a new life somewhere. Well, she stayed because she wanted to. She wanted to suffer and let Tony put her through hell so he could conclude she was a helpless nobody and let all his guard down.
She stayed because of tonight.
Tonight, was the night she would rectify all that.
She smiled as she reached for a baseball bat she had hidden under the bed, and walked out of the room whistling Ave Maria.
She kept smiling as she stepped into his room and saw him lying face down on his bed.
She continued to sing as she swung the bat with all her might. Over and over again.
Her rage was her drive, his screams, her fuel. it didn’t extinguish her pain, no not entirely. But it came close… very close.
When he was barely moving and disfigured, she dropped the bloodied bat and dragged him all the way out of the room, down the stairs of the house and out the door into the rain, and left him there.
He would be fine. It was ordinary rain after all.
The garbage people would get him in the morning!