Jerk Husband Rude Wife – Episode 24

JERK HUSBAND , RUDE WIFE

HIS HEARTTHROB, HER HEARTBEAT

Written by: Pamela James

Chapter 24

IVY

A week passed to that speaker incident.

I was feeling like I was dying day by day living in this hell.

I was not allowed to do anything according to my wish. I have to obey his orders.

I can’t listen any music. I can’t go anywhere. I spent all my day in the room sometime cleaning it and watching tv.

I wasn’t even having my mobile because that beast snatched it from me the day he broke the speakers.

Life is seriously like hell.

I don’t use to talk to anyone.

Sometimes Ronald and Michael tries to have fun but I don’t use to get to involve too much. May be because I was not used to such family fun.

I was seriously rotting in my room.

I sighed and decided to roam around.

I took my muffler and hung it on my shoulder annoyingly and started climbing stairs.

I was on half the stairs when I heard a soothing voice.

It was a christain song.

I recognized it as soon it hit my ear drums.

My Christian religious teacher used to teach us about Christian musics which I never listened properly.

It was that comforting that I couldn’t help but sat down on the stairs putting my muffler on head.

” You know children that one of the specialty of the bible is that you can’t change it but it can change you properly for real and good.” It was Frederick mother voice.

She was explaining about the specialities of the bible to her students.

I put my face on my knees circling my arms around my knees.

“You know children this bible is a holy book which is a complete code of guidance for mankind so it is the duty of every Christian to read and understand it carefully with meanings. Each and every bible chapter and verse of this holy book has its own importance and significance.” Mother was speaking softly and I was dying as if her every word was piercing through my heart making its place in my chest.

I was pondering over the words which she spoke before not listening to what she was saying now.

“They say that we should recite bible verses day and night but I left it long ago.” I whispered to myself looking at a random spot.

I didn’t remember when I last recited the bible.

It’s not like I didn’t know how to read the words of the bible but now I was sure that I had forgotten many of it.

“Will I ever be able to know the bible Like mother?” I questioned myself.

For the first time I was thinking too much on any topic related to my religion.

“Religion? Which Religion? Oh Yeah!! Whom which you left long ago? Tick tick!!!”

I heard a voice and looked upward to see a girl standing there.

Her physique was just like mine.

She was wearing a beautiful decent gown.

“Who are you?” I whispered.

“I am Ivy miguel” she said

My eyes got widened.

” You can’t be me. I am Ivy. You a ‘re fake” I whispered

“Haha!!! Me fake? No miss Ivy. I am not fake but you are. I don’t cake my face to attract people. I don’t expose my body to flatter men. I don’t talk back to everyone to lower their standards. I don’t do wrong to those who stand by my side at my worst. You can never be like me!!” She said and tears threatened to come out of my eyes.

She kept on mocking and insulting me.

Her laugh was piercing my ears.

“No no. I am not fake. I am Ivy Miguel and you aren’t.” I started running towards my room shouting and crying.

I turned around to get a glimpse of her but couldn’t find anyone.

I locked the door of my room and hide myself beneath the study table circling my arms around me.

“I am not fake!! I am not!!”
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FREDRICK

I was checking some files when my phone rang.

A smile made it’s way to my lips seeing mother’s name on screen.

“Hi, mother” I said smiling.

“Nothing is fine, Fredrickson” Her tensed voice beamed from other side.

“What happened mother? Why are so tensed?” I asked getting worried.

” Actually your wife, Ivy, had locked herself in the room and neither is she opening the door nor answering us. Last I heard her shouting and crying while running towards her room. It’s been 4 hours. I am afraid what if she had done something to herself? I called micheal and aaron but they are far from home. Aaron isn’t home too. My last option was you. Sorry if I disturbed you” mother said worridly.

“Oh no mother! Don’t be like this! I am on my way home. You just stay relax. Nothing will happen” I hung up call.

“This girl is surely something else. I Can’t live without tantrums and Drama” I murmured taking my gun and jeep keys.

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As I entered home I saw my worried mother and maids.

“It’s okay. Let me see.” I ensured her wgile climbing the stairs.

“Ivy? Are you in there? Open the damn door” I shouted banging on the door hardly but didn’t get any response.

I ran towards my room to get spare keys but then I remembered that they are at the warehouse.

“sh*t” I ran back to her room and this time I started kicking the lock.

With the third kick, the door burst open with the lock hanging with it.

I stepped in and lookef here and there but didn’t find her.

I was about to leave when I tripped over something and stumbled.

“What the hell…”

My words died on my lips when I saw a foot on which I tripped.

I bent down and my eyes widened looking at the small frame which was sitting and curled up life a ball.

I looked at the tears stained face and her arms which were clenching her aides tightly.

It was looking as if she got frightened by something and was trying to fight with fear while hiding.

“Thank God!” Mother gasped coming behind me.

” Frederick get her out . ” mother said and I nodded.

I bent down near the table and pulled her out with her ankle.

She slipped down a bit and I pulled her more but this time her balance got out and she was about to hit her head on wall when I placed my palm on the wall quickly and her head fell on my palm.

I shook my head and placed my one hand behind her neck and with the other I held her wrist and pulled her closer to myself.

Finally I managed to get her out beneath the table.

There was a small distance beneath study table.

I wonder how she didn’t get suffocated.

“Place her on the bed” mother said and I took her in my arms again and placed it on the bed.

I was looking at her face with scrutinizing gaze where there were many traces of red marks as if someone had scratched it.

I narrowed my eyes and saw her one of the finger’ s mail broken slightly.

“Why would she spoil her face?” I thought.

” Frederick you go. I will look after her” mother said breaking my trance of thoughts.

I nodded and left her room shrugging her thoughts from my mind.

To be continued