Get Me Married

Chapter 22

Chapter 22: To die

Jordan stared at me differently and I couldn’t help but ask myself what happened.

He took his hands ofl my arm and stepped back a little, then bis eyes roamed my body again and again and again. I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze and would have probably used something to cover myself at that moment if it were possible. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

My room was silent and it felt like lime slowed for a moment, it stretched for so long I couldn’t help but speak up.

“what ..what are you doing here?” I found myself asking?” and he jerked like he had been in a trance for a while and my voice woke him up from it.

He stared back into my eyes and I stared back at him till I broke the gaze.

I had to.

I felt him watch me for sometime, then he sighed and walked away without saying a single word to me.

I breathed out heavily, I was unaware that I was even holding my breath. I found my way back to the bed and sat there while my thoughts went back to his weird behavior. If there was anything at all I had come to understand about my husband. One was that he was completely weird.

After a while, I decided to go to bed myself but not without taking a glance at my phone. I still had a social life….ish and needed to find out what was going on. I went on my social media app

hat a lot of my classmates actually found out I was Genesis Jordan Chase and didn’t stop talking about it in the group chat Tiana had forced me to join. Some were happy for me and some of them were not. I read through the things they said before a message popped into my phone from WhatsApp.

I immediately opened it when I realized it was from my group chat with the squad.

“Finally you are online. What the fuck have you been doing?”

“Lol….taking care of my husband….. ish”

Tiana

“That bastard….how are you doing? Hope he isn’t maltreating you in anyway?”

I sighed at her question and thought of what to say to her. Jordan was maltreating ofcourse, he just did it secretly. He was literally tormenting my body and mind, making me have this fear for him. But I couldn’t tell that to no one.

Genesis

“He isn’t…he does his things and I do mine”

“Better, because I am ready to kill for you”

“We miss you”

“I miss you guys more” I said with teary eyes.

“We were going through some old boxes in the house and found somethings”

“Your parents also found some things that were very dear to you”

Then they both send some pictures and my heart dropped for a second.

It was a picture of my paintings and drawings back when I had the time to do all that.

“Oh my” I exclaimed with teary eyes.

“Hope you like it?”

“Yeah ..we will be out of reach for a while. Going camping“

“Yeah…take care. Love you…. Hearts hearts hearts”

I stared through the phone with a lot of emotions going through my heart. Those were pictures of my work and back then my work meant every thing to me. It helped me express myself more and I couldn’t help but wonder what happened.

After going through them, I made a decision that night and slept off.

Anna woke me up from sleep with her soft gentle voice and I didn’t hesitate to get up from the bed. I had to go shopping after all and I had to do everything soon.

I had my breakfast as quickly as I could and took my bath. Then I waited patiently for my

husband to leave the house. Margaret came in to my room the moment he left and smiled sadly at me.

“Finally” I groaned

“Where to ma’am?” she asked respectfully.

“I need some art tools. A lot of them infact” I said and went over to my wardrobe.

“Is there any art room in this entire building?” I asked.

“Uhmmm….yes” Margaret replied reluctantantly.

“Well where is it, because I would be using it” I said and brought out a crop top.

“The master doesn’t let anybody in there”she said and I groaned and turned to her.

“Why?”

“I don’t know…but he just doesn’t” she said and looked away. I turned back to looking for something suitable to wear.

“Well, ask the guards to clear up one of the rooms in the left wing, I am going to use it as my studio” I said without waving. I had thought about it so long, I was not going to let anyone or thing ruin it.

“Yes ma’am” she said and turned to the door.

I picked up a jean, a torn, crazy like jean. That was what I wore with some heels. My hair was backed in a pony tail and I came out of my room. A room was already being cleared out and I grinned at myself and walked out of the house.

When I came out, Samantha was outside, she was about entering the Rolls Royce. The only car I had been wanting to make use of for a while.

When I saw her, something snapped in me. I mean who gave her such rights? She was in my house, with my husband. My staffs did her bidding and even the guards obeyed her. She was about using a car I had not made use of yet and guards were at her service. Ohh I was just pissed.

Saw me

She smirked when she saw me and I walked towards her angrily ignoring the bows the guards gave.

“You look like yourself” she scoffed.

“Rogue and useless” she added and I smirked. I said nothing and turned to the guards instead.

“I need to leave now. I am in a haste” I said and watched them stare at me confused for a second.

Other guards were already preparing the other car for me and when they were done, they drove up to me and waited for me to walk away from the Roll Royce. But I didn’t, that was the car I wanted and I needed to put Samantha in her place.

“I want this car” I said boldly and Samantha scoffed. The guards immediately ran along to do the things they were supposed to do.

“You wish..you have….” I pushed her out of the way before she completed her statement. She was a bitch after my husband’s wealth, she deserved more than that.

“Who do you think you are?” she yelled creating a scene.

I stopped at the door of the car and turned to her.

“I am the wife of the man who kept you in this house. You have no right here Sam. Get a life and never ever touch anything here” I said hatefully and got into the car. I shut the door and focused on what I had planned for the day, ignoring whatever she had to say before we drove out.

I walked around the studio, picking brushes, pallettes, chalks, woodcutter, acrylic and so much more. People took pictures of me, a lot of pictures and I didn’t budge. I was slowly getting used to having such attention all around me as Genesis Jordan Chase. I did a lot of my shopping and just didn’t stop, I literally really wanted to buy the whole of everything. Everything seemed perfect, I felt like I needed every thing though I knew I did not.

When I finished, I paid for them and watch as they were gently taken back to my car.

I walked back into the house, furious and raging. I didn’t feel like going out anymore. Genesis had stepped on my toes and I needed to fight back and fight back hard. Jordan despised her and after what she did that morning, I took it upon myself to make sure she left the house even before her five years would be up.

“Hey babe, I need a favour” I texted Jordan.

“Yeah….what is it?” he replied.

“I kinda need to go for a check-up. I feel sick” I lied and smiled at myself.

“And you said nothing all this while, Sam is something wrong with you?” I rolled my eyes at his reply.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t know it would suddenly feel so serious” I lied again and waited for his reply.

“Take one of the cars. There are a lot of cars at home” he said and that was what I hoped to hear.

“I can’t do that” I said.

“Why?” he asked.

“Your wife made sure none of the guards let me use any of them. She claims I own nothing and have no rights” I said and waited.

No reply came forth for a while. I beamed at myself knowing I had gotten him where I wanted and he was going to do exactly what I expected.

“I am sending a doctor over. But I will be seeing you soon” he texted back

I walked back into the house while my staffs helped me to carry most of the stuffs I bought upstairs. Sam was at the top of the stairs when I came back home and I could see the devilish grin on her face. But I ignored her, I was way too excited to allow her ruin my mood.

“What do you think you are doing?” she asked the moment I came up the steps.

I ignored her and walked past her.

“You have no right to do whatever you want…this is…”

“My husband’s house and you are just a mistress” I concluded for her and smirked at myself for a job well done. She said nothing after that, and I felt victorious.

After the stuffs were all brought into the room that was cleared out, I decided I needed to work on a lot before I started painting fully.

With the help of the maids, I was able to set up the studio just the way I wanted and by evening it was completely my style. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on the brushes, I couldn’t wait to pour my feelings and thoughts out into those boards.

“You haven’t had anything since afternoon. You need to eat” Margaret whined for the 100th time and I groaned.

She had repeatedly asked me to eat, but I was so busy, too busy and excited to actually get hungry. So when she came in again, it was like she was a parasite that wouldn’t leave me alone

I did my last minute arrangements while she watched and waited for me to leave the studio. I arranged my brush and paints and somehow got a paint on my hands.

“Shit…” I cursed and turned towards her. She smirked at me in a mocking way and I glared at her before I turned back around to get turpentine. I searched the stock of things I bought and realized I didn’t get one.

I groaned and marched out of the studio to my room. I walked over to my bathroom and tried washing off the paint from my hand but just like I thought, it wasn’t coming off as it should have.

“Margaret…” I called out to her knowing she would be out in my room.

“Yes ma’am” she replied.

“Where is the other studio?” I asked with the thought of going over there. If it was really a studio, I felt like I could borrow the turpentine.

“11th room on the right wing” she replied reluctantantly.

“The master’s bedroom is located at…..” I stressed.

“The 10th room” she said and I sighed.

“What about the studies?” I asked, not willing to give up.

“7th room” she replied. I groaned and thought of what to do, I really needed the turp. I knew I couldn’t go over to the studio late at night because it was too close to the master’s bedroom and Jordan wasn’t the person you would want to see everyday.

“Where is Jordan right now?” I asked one more time.

“At the dinning” she replied and I quickly jerk and ran out of the bathroom. It was my only opportunity to get what I wanted.

Without saying a word, I dashed out of the room and turned to the right wing.

“Ma’am… please you really don’t want to do what I think you are about to do” Margaret whined following behind me in horrid steps

“Go down and stall, make sure Jordan doesn’t come up anytime soon” I ordered and ran off to the right wing.

I was stubborn I know, but I quickly searched for the 11th room, I didn’t want to see Jordan especially after I had met him at the library and realizing how much he always wanted to hurt me.

When I found the room I was looking for, I walked in rather quickly and almost bumped into something. It was dark in there and dusty. My hands found the switch and I turned on the light.

The studio was huge and dirty and dusty. A lot of things were covered to avoid the dust from reaching them. I walked through the studio, mesmerized at how Magical and beautiful that place felt till I pulled my mind away from it and focused on why I was there. I quickly started searching for the tools and did the job of uncovering and covering back everything till I uncovered a painting

Cove

I paused and my heart dropped at the sight of the painting. It was a painting of a boy’s eyes, it felt like it called to me. It pulled me and kept pulling me. There was so much pain in his eyes, so much hurt, so much more and my eyes couldn’t tear off it.

I ran my hand through it and felt like I was connected to that particular painting. Who ever did that was a great artist because I could see the hidden details of every single piece of it.

I forgot about the reason I was there and glued my eyes to the eyes of the painting. I felt like I should help him, his eyes pleaded for my help, those eyes pulled me.

Then the familiar dreadful cologne of my husband filled my senses and brought me back to reality. My heart skipped and I immediately twirled around to be met by his furious, hateful eyes again. A scream escaped my mouth and I moved back so quickly almost bumping against the painting but he held me as quickly, like he was protecting the painting itself. He gripped my hair and jammed me against the wall. Dizziness washed over me for a second there, but he came quickly and held my throat.

My hands instinctively held his hands as I tried pulling them away from my neck.

He was choking me, he was taking away my life without any fear or remorse.

“I told you to stay away …..” he growled with eyes as hateful as ……

I gasp, feeling the air leaving my lungs. My hands kept hitting against his but he didn’t budge.

“But you ways seem to be exactly at the place I don’t want you to be. Do you want to die” he growled and I shook my head a little. Tears filled my eyes and oxygen leaving my system.