Chapter 11

Patricia POV. ¶¶

I can't get that video off my mind. 

Whenever I glance at my husband, his face seems to be like that of the man on the video.

It's true he only beat me once, but the trauma is like that of a thousand times and what proves me that he won't start again. 

For two months or so, I can't stop watching this video. Anytime that I am free, the first thing I check on my phone is this video. I have read all the comments under it and check every new comment.

I dare not comment or even like the video. I am scared, I don't want to leave any sign. I am a ghost view.

"Who can this woman be?. Is she still alive or the man has killed her!."

I can't stop wondering.

I really wish to know more about her, her story, and how all this started.

How can a man beat his own wife up to this extend, like a sneak? even a sneak is being treated better now our days.

"As if my own situation is better!."

I tell myself.

But he did it only once and he has promised never to do it again. He has even stopped bringing his friends home.

 I won't even let it gets up to that level of violence. The next time he lays his hands on me, I will quit this so-called marriage.

Flat, without telling my self-center mother. She doesn't care about my well-being but if I quit, he will stop taking care of her and my siblings and this will break my heart more. I can't stand my mother's suffering. 

She hasn't always been like, she used to be very lovely and caring. I assume it's the effects of a hard life that has turned her this way. Yet, I can't forget all the sacrifices she did for me.

I need to get a steady source of income, reducing from the house food monthly allowance it's no more enough. My husband won't let me get a job. Finding a job will take so much time.

"What can I do?."

I ask myself.

My husband has money.

I know where I can start from!. But for what I want to do, I need someone rigorous and fearless. Not even my best friend. 

Someone who doesn't know me but that I can trust.

I Get out of the house and I move into the street down to the under privilege quarters with my baby in my arms. I stay there for quite some time.

Making some new friends.

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The next day morning,

We are eating breakfast.

"Baby, this is the money for the foodstuff. Please use it well. It's hard to get money out there!."

He tells me and places the money on the table.

All his blah blah blah.... on money as if I don't know it.

"Greedy man."

I tell myself at his blah blah...

"Have a nice day baby!."

I tell him

"Thank you!."

He kisses me, with that he leaves with our boy.

I clean the dishes and get ready for the market.

I drive in my car to the market. I see a car which parks right in front of me and one behind me. No way for me to escape.

I am in the car praying. This part of the road is always very quiet.

They quickly run down of their cars and come to me.

"Yeah, you madam!. Step down!."

they yell.

I shiver at their voices, 

Pointing their gun on my forehead.

I immediately lift my hands up as I usually see in moves without even realizing what I was doing. The reaction is spontaneous.

Armed rubber. 

"Lay down!. If you cooperate with us, we won't harm you."

he yells at me

I just do, as they say, my life first. 

The money my husband gave me this morning is in my bag, very easy for them to see it.

One picks the bag, removes the money, and flick the back on me. 

"Where is your phone?."

He shouts.

I am frightened!.

"It's in care!."

I answer with my face on the ground.

"We aren't seeing it!. Don't play with us!."

He points the gun behind my head 

Shuddering, like a fish out of water, I check my pockets.

"This is it!."

I lift it up to give them

"Wow!. iPhone!."

He hits my back with the gun as he takes the phone. I begin to cry.

With that, they drive the car and leave.

I am panting on the ground.

How will I explain this to my husband?. My back is in pain, I can barely walk, I don't have any coin on me. 

I hate this road it's always very quiet here, no house or shop around. 

I have no choice but to trek back home, something not easy to do with my back in pains.

After more than 45minutes of the walk, I finally reach home. 

Luckily for me, I left my baby in the neighborhood. I didn't go to the market with her as I usually do.

That car is very expensive, my husband offered it to me on our wedding day, all the documents of the car are in his name. So I can say the car is his. In fact, the car is his. I am just borrowing.

So practically, I have nothing on my own apart from the title of being married to a wealthy businessman.

He isn't that famous. He is not even famous, his popularity ends up in our neighborhood or among our peers. Cameron is just a wise and successful businessman.

While I am the broke-ass lady by him!.

I have to wise up.

How foolish was I to be with such a rich man all these years but I am this broke?.

It's true that he is my husband and I am his wife. But what if he asks for divorce first?. I will end up empty-handed like most women out there with a promise from the court of a monthly allowance for the kids that he will surely never respect. Such an arrangement is always respected in the beginning first few months and that us all.

"Hmmm...!!!. We women should stop being so dumb!. I in particular!. Thank God for growth!."

It's good to open up your eyes. Now I see things differently.

As it really is, I can say. 

Some women envy us without knowing that we are broke ass lady covered with silver and golds that don't even belong to us!. 

"Broke ass ladies covered with borrowed silver and gold!. Hahaha... this sounds better!."

I laughed at my miserable self.

I move to our neighborhood to take my little baby. There I explain what happened to me and it makes me wanna cry.

I just imagine the worse this evening with Cameron, when I will tell him about that car. I make dinner with the few things which ate still left home.

Waiting for my husband.

I have to go and take the kid to school at 2 pm and I don't even have a car. Anyway, I will ask my neighbor to help me get him when she will go get her son.

I don't even have any money home. We have a joint bank account and the highest I can remove from the ATM machine is 160,000frs (that is 100,000 hair).

If I want to remove more, I only have to get into the bank and the bank will have to contact him unless he already made a call before my arrival. Any time I withdraw he hets the notifation and he gets to questions me.

I use to take it lightly but now I realized that it is hell on earth. He can remove whatever he wants by informing me. Why don't I have my own personal bank account?.

It's all stupidity. In the name of love. A woman should be independent water married or not. We all have our secret private needs.

"Anyway, let me wait for him and see how it goes!."

Watching the television.