THE WOUND

PROLOGUE

I was cooking food for my husband. He loved my handmade food. I knew he would be coming in an hour. My two year old son was asleep in his small bed in my room.

I asked Aaron to bring some cake and roses. I wished he got the message. It was our anniversary today. Our third anniversary. Aaron was quiet these days which meant he was planning something. I was mirthful about the cryptic plan which was running inside his pretty head.

"Ma'am? Should I make the table?" the butler asked.

I never asked someone to do my work. I believed that people should do their own work if they can.

"I will do it myself. You can retire."

He smiled obviously happy about not doing the work. I didn't mind because I was used to this. People would think it was idiocy to do the work when you have servants but my thinking was different.

Belonging to a poor household in the past, I had done different type of work in my house. At present, I just cooked but in the past I did everything including dusting, mopping, washing dishes etc.

After making the table which took twenty minutes, I got dressed in a black dress which Aaron gifted me on our first week marriage anniversary.

Going back in time, I missed his caring nature though he cared for me now too but he didn't show it.

I reckon all husbands are like that. 

I peered at myself in the mirror. I had put on some weight since Jim's birth. Jimmy was my dad's name. I lost him at the age of sixteen and I missed him more than my mom who died just after my birth. I was a lonely child but I didn't want my son to be like me.

I asked Aaron if he wanted to name our child. He was annoyed at something and he answered me with a polite 'No'. I was sad when Aaron didn't name him but I was angry when he didn't play with our child. He was becoming busier with time.

But I knew it wasn't his fault, he was busy. He had to work, he was the sole breadwinner of the house.

I remember the argument we once had on our child. It wasn't me arguing, I never argued. It was him yelling at me for something I still don't understand.

I was in the kitchen making soup for both me and Aaron. Jim just went to sleep. Aaron was perky those days. He became angry at our butler when there was no sugar in his coffee. He always had sugar free coffee but that day he wanted coffee with sugar.

I brought the soup to him and asked him to drink. He refused. I stood there, my hands under a cup of hot vegetable soup.

"Savannah, I don't want soup" he said, sounding a bit irritated.

"Please Aaron, you haven't eaten anything" I whined.

"I won't say it again. I don't want your fu**king soup" he said, this time angrily and loudly.

I flinched at his tone.

I knew I should have minded my own business but I stood there. I thought he would sigh in the end and drink the soup. It was his favorite and he hadn't eaten anything since morning.

"Who will eat this Aaron?" I asked politely.

He stood up and closed his laptop, which made a loud 'thump' sound. He then grabbed my shoulders quite tightly and yelled, "Go feed this to your baby"

First thought which came to my mind was he never yelled, and I shouldn't yell back.

Second thought was I should make it clear that he was misbehaving and the last thought broke me at some point, he called our baby 'your baby.'

I whimpered at his tone. I never talked back with him. I just stood there. He noticed the tears leaving my eyes and wiped them. His arms wrapped around me and he started rocking me back and forth.

"Sorry baby. I shouldn't have yelled at you"

Whenever I thought about that incident my throat constricted and my eyes welled up because he never corrected himself.

Maybe he forgot what he said. My subconscious said.

I heard a loud shriek coming from my room. I ran to my room and saw my baby crying out his lungs. I took him in my arms and rocked him back and forth. Jim never liked waking up in the dark. He was used to lights.

I must have forgot to keep the switch open. I thought.

My phone was ringing. I went back to the kitchen and grabbed my phone which was lying on the counter lazily.

It was Matt.

Why was he calling?

Matt was my apartment neighbor. We were best friends. Me , Matt and Cassie were always together. Cassie was married to a lawyer whom I hadn't properly met yet.

My cellphone's ring brought me back from the reverie.

"Hello" I said.

"Hi neighbor" Matt yelled.

I put the phone away from my ear. I didn't fantasy becoming deaf.

"Matt, voice down.  Even Jim can hear you" I chided.

It was true. Jim who was slumped on my chest looked at me when he heard Matt's loud voice.

I smiled at him and he smiled back.

"Happy Anniversary Ma'am" Matt whispered.

I laughed. He was so funny sometimes.

"Thanks Matt. Even Aaron didn't wish me" I said. My tone becoming sad at the end.

"If only you married me" he said.

I rolled my eyes. He pounced on Aaron mistakes whenever he got a chance.

"Matt" I warned.

"Fine. Sorry. I should get going now. I am a busy person these days" he said.

This earned him another eye roll. Matt worked as a manager in one of the popular companies. All he had to do was sign important papers and dictate letters or notes. The credit goes to his intelligent brain.

"Okay bye Matty" I said.

Only I could call him Matty. I was his friend since eight years after all.

It was ten minutes past one and Aaron hadn't come. I called him a few times but he didn't pick up. He was really busy.

At about three, I received a message. A message from Aaron. I frowned when I read the message.

"I AM ENDING THIS"

Ending this?

Ending what?

I called him. It went to voicemail. I called a few more times now really tensed, tears flowing freely from my eyes, I wiped them but they formed again.

Tears never stopped ......

What did he mean by ending this?

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