Dive into Ella's story...
Meeting her brute of a husband Luca along the way...
In exactly one day I will be marrying this man. This man that's trying to control my whole life trying to pretend to everyone that I love him and that I'm the perfect wif...
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He grabs my legs swinging me around up into a sitting position. I just go completely blank... Staring at what ever I could find, to avoid his burning rage which I'm fully aware of right now.
Surely he can't force me to move out of this bed, or make me go shopping with his horrid mother, my mother in law now...if I had my way she would be dead. She's just as evil as him actually I would say she's much bloody worse. Like the wicked fucking witch of the west.
He walks away from me, for that slight moment he's away from me I can catch a breath. Totally grateful for that.
I notice him heading towards my wardrobe... Rummaging through all the clothes that hang on the hangers, none of them being mine obviously. They wouldn't live up to his standards. All his dirty filthy money, argh he makes my skin cruel so bad.
He finally pulls a two piece set out... I'm guessing this is what he wants me to wear today, not like I have much of a choice here is it?
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As much as I hate him right now, he's not got bad taste for a man.
He heads towards me laying the clothing on the bed, right next to me, I slightly turn starting to examine the clothes laid out.
"You're so incompetent it's horrifying. If I have to I shall come here everyday just to lay your clothes out"
I sat there dumb. I don't ask for this, I never asked for this.
I just want to fucking scream from the top of my lungs!! I feel so suffocated I can't breath. Shit. No I can't show my emotion not now, never for that matter.
I grab the clothes heading towards the on suite, when he suddenly remarks.
"Not speaking?"
"Sorry?"
"You're not speaking? Why is that?"
"I didn't think your statement needed a reply..."
I walk quicker. Suddenly closing the door on my self. Just a few minutes peace.
Heading to the shower, washing my hair feeling so refreshing and free. Finally combing my hair, brushing my teeth. Getting dressed and exiting the on suite to find HIM still in my room... our room.
"Mother will be here in ten minutes. Meet her at the entrance..."
"I really don't want to go, can't I go another day"
He shoots forwards to me, making me flinch. Slowly pushing my arms up grabbing my wrists together. I cannot get out of his embrace.
"Darling wife, mother dearest hates lateness, get moving"
With that he lets me go and leaves. I slowly follow after him. Not needing anything still feels strange just myself...
No purse, no money, no phone or even a handbag. I'm grateful for the pockets in my jeans. Stuffing my hands in I wait silently for his mother...
