Heartbeat

Chapter three

At some point she probably fell asleep because she does not remember closing her eyes.

She's glad Deontay isn't in bed with her because she couldn't stand seeing his face right now.

She rubs her eyes in order to get clear her vision a little and glances at the clock. It's a little over six and she's surprised by the amount of sleep she got after last night's horrifying activities Deontay made her go through.

As soon as her foot kissed the floor, she immediately regretted it. Her 'lady part' was so sore. She winced all the way to the bathroom.

Does he have to be so big?

Fighting to not shed any tears, she zeroes in on her reflection.

She couldn't keep it in anymore. She let the tears break lose as she hugged her knees to her chest and wept.

She just wants to live a normal life again. No pain. No having to constantly beg for something, wait for approval before doing it. No crying. No angry husband. Just pure happiness and joy.

Getting a hold of herself, she gets in the shower. She scrubs and scrubs wanting to get rid of the feeling of his hands on her. She feels dirty. She increases the temperature and lets the water run down her body; she doesn't get out even when her skin turns a harsh shade of red.

When she's had enough of the scrubbing, she gets out and wraps herself in a white towel. There was a black towel she could have chosen, but she wanted to feel pure again. White symbolises pureness, right?

Once she was fully clothed, she was hesitant to leave the room even if it's pure torture looking and the sheets where Deontay committed his vile act.

Letting out a sigh, she walked to the balcony. Her eyes locked on the sight of the ocean and the way the palm trees moved in accordance with the wind.
She loves nature. If she could spend all her time discovering and experiencing what life has presented to humans, she'll willingly do it.

She diverted her eyes to the clock once more and realises that she has been in the shower for quite some time because now its 8 pm.

Nervous as ever, she made her way to the kitchen.

There, she found Mrs. Willow getting the lasagna out of the oven.

"Mmmh, that definitely smells delicious", her stomach growled in response. "Sorry, I haven't had breakfast", Juliet said, embarrassed.

"Oh dear, I'll serve dinner right this minute", Mrs. Willow worried voice rang through her ears.

Mrs. Willow is a sweet and kind woman in her late forties who's been her support system from the very day she stepped foot into the mansion.

She had said to her, "I have known Mr. Rossi since the day he was born. I've seen him take his very first step and believe me when I tell you, I still don't understand him. What I do know is to never go against him. He might not be The Capo anymore, but his rules still stand. Please Juliet."

As clear as her words sounded, she never fully grasped the depth of her words.

But even after she had, she was in too deep to change her ways.

Who wouldn't, it was either fight to be treated better or an animal.

"Okay, let me go and call Deontay. Do you perhaps know where he is?" I asked.

"He was out for a little while, but he came back. Not quite sure where he is though."  Mrs. Willow said, walking with two sets of plates to the dining room.

"Right."

Since he spent most of his time in his study, that's the first place that she thought to look but he wasn't there, and he wasn't in the gym either.