EPILOGE
I had to admit I still ran away sometimes, but he always seemed to catch me which was always the fun part. After ten years of marriage, four kids and many fights, we still managed to keep our love going strong.
There were times where I thought we weren’t going to make it, especially when Antonio came back demanding to see me.
“Emma!”
I was rushing home for Trevor and I’s wedding anniversary and needed to get home to get ready since I had big news for him.
“Go away.”
“Emma, please.”
“No! I have nothing to say to you.”
“You can’t keep ignoring me like this! Emma please?!”
I stopped and turned, coming face to face with him.
“You have two seconds.”
“I love you.”
I huffed and turned, but I was suddenly surrounded by his arms wrapped around me.
“Let me go Antonio.”
But he just pulled me in closer, running his nose against my neck.
“I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’m serious let go, I need to get home.”
I tried to push him away, but it was no use.
“Have dinner with me.”
“No, I need to get home to my husband.”
“Husband?”
He turned me around pulling me right smack against his chest.
“You’re married, when?”
“You weren’t invited.”
“To whom?”
“Who else?”
“But he lied to you, they all lied to you! How can you marry someone who’s only used you to keep himself ALIVE?!”
I tried again, but he just squeezed me even more. I whimpered at the pressure of my ribs being squeezed.
“Antonio, you’re hurting me.”
Next thing I knew my lips were being pressed against his until a loud growl came barreling down the street and hit me smack in the heart. I gasped and Antonio took it as an invitation, taking things deeper.
I felt his anger, his sadness and mostly the betrayal that I caused.
I finally got him to pull away and slapped him across the face, wiping my lips form his disgusting taste.
“Go away!”
I ran then hoping to catch him, but when I got home he was nowhere to be found. I called everyone and had Quin and Roger looking out for him, but nothing, nowhere. Vivian kept the kids so they didn’t see what was going on. It was three in the morning when he finally came home. I sat in a corner of our living room watching him as he walked through the door smelling like her and the pain of it all still lingering in my heart. I stood quiet as much as I could as tears still poured down my face.
“She give you want you wanted?”
He growled, slamming the door shut as I got up and turned on the light to reveal the bite marks and lipstick stains on his shirt and neck.
“Did he?”
I shook my head and turned around, holding onto everything I had not to rip his head off for being so stupid to think I would ever.
