Linda moved away from husband, tears in her eyes. She hated his anger and bickering, it was like a stab wound to her delicate heart.
‘Answer me!’ Gordon screamed spurning her around, she slipped and landed on the floor, grimacing in pain. But Gordon was past caring, he bent over her, his dark hair dishevelled. His six-foot frame shaking with uncontrollable rage. There was a deranged glint in his eyes.
‘Who the hell is big Joe? I sure don’t know him among your cousins,’ he snarled and raised his massive hands as if to strike her, she averted his gaze and hid her face under the crop of her arms. Gordon continued his tirade of abuse nonetheless,
‘You have his number on your phone, you have him on LinkedIn, Facebook and Twitter and yet, I don’t know him, answer me!’
Then he bent down and carried her effortlessly from the marble floor of their five bedroom end of terrace property and threw her on the bed. She heard footsteps coming up the stairs and knew their sons must have heard the noise.
‘Keep your voice down,’ she begged but he continued, ignoring her pleading.
‘You are now a celebrity eh? Having men eat from your palms but listen to me and listen good,’ he narrowed his eyes to drive his points home, ‘you ARE still my wife, and must tell me everything!’
And with that, he stomped out of the room, almost colliding with Eliza, their eldest son. She heard him taking the car keys from the fire-place, moments later, the sound of raving engines soon became a distant echo.
Eliza lingered at the doorway, his face puffed up from sleep. He stared at his mom and the sadness in his eyes wrenched her heart out. Without a single word, he closed the door and walked away.
Linda decided not to cry, her tears would achieve nothing, the only thing that could ease her pain was work. She leapt up from the bed and went straight to the bathroom. As she scrubbed her body, she wondered why Gordon, her husband did not trust her anymore.
They’ve been married for twenty-five years, they met at college and have been together ever since. Linda’s faithfulness to her husband and kids has never been in doubt, until now. Gordon was the only one who doubted her – all her friends and extended family knew she would lick the ground he walked on and she knew he loved her too, but why the sudden mistrust and jealousy?
Linda shook her head in confusion and finished bathing. She left the bathroom and sauntered to the room. Within minutes, she finished dressing and was ready to go. She lingered briefly at the full length mirror in the bedroom. She was forty-five years old but looked thirty. Her luscious dark hair flowed easily to her back, her full painted lips parted in an empty smile and her eyes looked sad.
Linda was aware of her extraordinary beauty but it didn’t get to her. Her well proportioned body seemed to have fared well regardless of the four children which came out of her.
She rubbed her slim manicured hands on her face and sighed.
‘I love you Gordon.’ she said aloud but her feeling of sadness persisted.
She left the room and saw Eliza and his brothers outside the door.
‘Mom, dad is getting worse,’ Eliza said in a matter of fact tone, he looked worried.
‘It’s just a phase,’ Linda replied in an unconvincing tone, ‘it would pass.’
She hugged her sons and slowly made her way down the stairs.
‘What about the family picnic? Today is bank holiday mom, I don’t want you to go to work.’ said Luke, her last son.
‘I have to,’ she said, ruffling his blonde hair, his pale skin grew paler at her touch. When she got to the living room, she took the second car keys but on second thoughts, left it on the centre table.
‘I won’t be long, just a few files to work on and I’ll be home in time for lunch.’
Eliza nodded absent-mindedly.
Unbeknown to him, that would be the last time he would set his eyes on his mother.
I’ve not written short stories in a while, I wrote this weeks ago and just stumbled on it while I was musing about some real life events. Through out this month, I’ll write this story, it’s loosely based around true events that I’d seen happened to some very close friends. But I’m going to fabricate some facts as well. I’ll post this story once a week and when it’s done, provided I get great response from you my friends, I’ll think of what to do with it.
The next instalment would be Wednesday, but I’ll still be posting ‘breaking news’ (life experiences) as they come.
A word of advise, live well – there are no perfect relationships but you can be the best, wherever you find yourself!
Have a wonderful week!
Much love, always.
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Thank you for your friendship, and the Reblog! I truly appreciate it Jueseppi! Have a great week ahead!
Very good short story, I look forward to reading more.
Thank you dear friend, that’s music to my ears!
I always love your signs…. (‘_’) don’t know how to do it! He heee 🙂 😉
I have a lot of them, 😳
Wow! You need to give me the secret or I’ll write a story about you!!!!!
😆 😉 😎 😳 😀 🙂
Oh my days! This is awesome! Hope there’s a way to get some!! 🙂
All you have to do, I believe is mouse over the emoticon and the actual symbols needed to make it will appear. 😉
Oh thanks Jueseppi! I’ll try that! Enjoy the rest of your day!
Have a good week
♥ ❀ ✿ Namaste ❀ ✿ ♥
U make me smile. 😎
Thank you! 😉
*Dances azonto* Hurray! A weekly installment from no other than my wonderful sis! Bring it on–you’ll always have my support! Just this bit and I’m already asking questions, scenarios flying at will inside my head. I fear something bad is about to happen to Linda. But hey! That’s the drama.
Thank you dear brother! I’ve not written a serial short story for a while, and I reckon it’s time I start again! I appreciate your enthusiasm and don’t forget your sis when the Nollywood deal comes through!! (winks, winks!) It’s a pleasure having you around, hope to see you on Wednesday!
Haha. Serials ain’t that easy, my sis. I’m already sweating my rear out trying to keep up with mine alongside my main WIP. But then, you’re a professional 🙂 and talented, too. So I believe this should pan out well.
I bet Nollywood won’t resist turning your novel into moving pictures. That is, if you grant them permission.
Tell me about it, I’ve restricted it to this month only! Serials are not easy. Thanks for the compliment Uzoma, Hollywood, Nollywood and turning novels into films doesn’t really give the author much money but mere fame, I’ll give it a shot though if the opportunity presents itself and so should you! Thanks for your comment dear friend
Gripping! Love it. 🙂
Thanks for that kind compliment John!
Thanks for your kind comment John! Hope you’ll be around on Wednesday for the next part!
Much love. 🙂
Hey John, I commented twice on one of your post today but it didn’t appear, maybe it went to spam! Take good care of yourself dear friend!
Intriguing story. I can’t wait to read about who Big Joe is. Looking forward to reading more.
You’ll find out soon enough, hope you’ll be around on Wednesday! I appreciate your visit!
You certainly know how to create stress. Now you have us all wondering what happens next!
Oh my! I hope it’s ‘fun stress’ Hope to see you on Wednesday, the story would unravel further! I’m grateful for your visit!
Much love. 🙂
Going serial, Sandra… But wait, the music in my head said I had to wait… So hanging out here on my finger tips, with no clue as to why neither will see one another again… or who will still be here in a weeks time. Top work 🙂
Ever the wordsmith! I love your comments, always! Thanks for the compliment, hope to see you here on Wednesday!
Much love. 🙂
Very well written… 🙂
Thank you ledrakenoir!
I like 🙂 it and very strong story !
Awwww! That’s sweet of you! Thank you dear friend! I’m grateful for your visit!
For some reason, WordPress doesn’t let me click ‘like’ on your blog. This is nicely done. Keep up the good work.
Thanks Lori, WordPress pulls some funny moves at times! I’ll try and contact support! Thanks for your visit, I appreciate it!
Is this the intro? I am intrigued! I want to know what happens to her! Keep it coming! 🙂
Thank you MJ, glad you like the story! The next instalment would be this Wednesday, thanks for your visit and do enjoy the rest of your day! 🙂
Nice story, subtle plot lines, evidence of intrigue already, wondering where this would go? I love it Seyi Sandra. Great job!
Thank you Christy!
more more more!!!!
Oh sweetheart! I appreciate your enthusiasm! Check back on Wednesday and there’ll be more! Enjoy the rest of your day!
Much love. 🙂
Looking forward to the continuation of this story. I wonder – if he’s got a guilty conscious or if she’s really fallen for someone else – just hasn’t admitted it to herslef…Only time will tell.
*Conscience (not conscious)
It’s ok, I know 😉
I’m glad you like it! I’ll post the next this Wednesday! Ha ha haaa I love the way you’ve summarised it up, we’ll see how it goes! I appreciate your visit dear Rosy!
You can’t leave it there…More, I say!!!
Thank you dear friend! There would be more this Wednesday!
I shall be here, or at least when I can be….stupid schedules ruin my blog visiting life.
I know! Anytime my friend, anytime!
Great story …. I also like a continuation, it cannot end like this…. please!
It won’t, I’ll post another part of the story tomorrow! Hope you’ll stop by and I do appreciate your visit – hope you’re enjoying our London summer. It was terribly hot yesterday!
Loved it , I love hot! 🙂 ( I am known as the cardigan girl…..) Looking forward to your story!
That’s good, I love warm but not too hot (that’s so human, if it’s cold, we complain and if it’s too hot, we complain again!) Thanks for your interest Ute, see you around tomorrow!!
Surely if Gordon mistrussed his wife and appears no substantial reason for this and in particular He had been with her some considerable time, and appears he is not getting it, our attention now must focus on Gordon and his peculiar condition of suspicion, my thoughts are He is in bad faith and wants to change the paradigm that is he is possible bored with his life and could be angling on putting his hooks out to have a affair or some mid life crises of identity.
Often when mistrusts another without reason it is because they are dishonest, I have had many relationships with those forces at work, this puts you in a victim status and it is often impossible for you to prove otherwise, and am in a similar relationship at present, but you dare not say what you think as this is the taboo you have to accept otherwise the revelation of what you think is to high a price to pay.
It is indeed, and as naïve as it may sound – I still believe in love. You were able to guess the state of Gordon’s heart, hope you’ll be here tomorrow for another part of the story. Thanks for your visit!
Hiya! Loved the story and so well written as always. Just one thing…the boy is called Eliza? Isn’t that a girl’s name? hehehehe the poor little sod!
Thanks Danny, I had to retrieve your comment from spam, don’t know what WordPress is up to again! Eliza is a Jewish, biblical name ( I know what you mean, it sounded like Elizabeth?) I actually believed a guy can bear the name lol. But I’m gonna leave it like that! If I’m going do anything with the story, I might change it to Elisha or something like that. But the dude is Jewish anyway!
Gripping story, Seri. The ending was chilling… Unfortunately many women live in these awful relationships… I found it hard to read as the subject matter hits home for me but dug down deep and took admiration for your writing skills every step of the way. Keep writing!
Thank you Christy! I’m so sorry to hear that! I hope you’re safe now… There are so many women in abusive relationships, most don’t start that way but tend to tip to the horror side, I’ll be writing that story throughout this month, hope to see you again! Enjoy the rest of your day!
Much love. 🙂
Thanks, friend. I am safe and so much stronger now. I wish you a lovely day as well x
That’s good to know dear friend!
Much love, always!
Not fair, I want to keep reading :-)!! You are a gifted writer, I look forward to the next installment.
Thanks Janet, I’m glad you like it! The new part is live now. Thanks for your visit!
Much love. 🙂
Oh, this is the part I missed. it’s very well written and full of intrigue. But the big question is WHO IS BIG JOE?
You truly are a writer, Seyi Sandra. As I read this, I couldn’t help but think how good you must feel after it! Very well written indeed.
Excellent story and it is heartwarming and beautifully sad, too! Smiles, Robin