“Shut up! That’s not true! I do love him! All I want is to be with him! I’ve loved Christopher for so many years! I don’t love him any less than you do!” Monica shouted at the top of her lungs.
“Then, tell me where he went! Tell me right now, or he’ll end up losing his manhood forever! Is that what you want?” I stopped myself from slapping Monica again and tried to remain calm as I still needed information from her. I wouldn’t have been this mad if she targeted me, but I couldn’t stand anyone hurting Christopher.
“I…I…” Monica burst out crying all of a sudden and stammered incoherently, “I didn’t think it would turn out like this! I just wanted for him to be with me, but he would rather bite down on his arm than lay a finger on me! His bit himself until his arm was bleeding, and he even smashed a glass bottle on his head! I was so scared! I was already tied up by the time I came to, and he left the room saying he wanted to go see his wife! I don’t know where he went after that!”
The chilly wind blew across my skin as I stood outside my house, fumbling for the keys to the front door. I was in so much panic that I failed to open the door even after multiple attempts at it. Christopher said he was looking for me, so it’s most likely that he went home, but… He’s not thinking straight right now… What if he’s not home?
My body was trembling all over from the feelings of helplessness. It reminded me of the time I was on the island and saw Christopher lying on the reef with his life ebbing away while I couldn’t do anything about it.
After a bit of pushing and kicking, I finally got the door open and ran into the house while calling out to Christopher. I searched the living room, the bedroom, the kitchen, and the bathroom, but there was no sign of him anywhere.
“Where are you, Christopher? I’m so worried about you!” I tried calling him on his phone again, but it was probably left in a corner of Room 302 as there was still no answer.
I continued shouting his name while searching every corner of the house like crazy but to no avail. Eventually, I fell to the floor helplessly in exhaustion and despair. Christopher has bought this house just for me, so he wouldn’t go looking for me anywhere else! Where on earth could he be right now?
Right as I was struggling to hold my tears in, a hand reached out and gave me a gentle pat on the shoulder. I brushed it aside forcefully and shouted, “Leave me alone! Can’t you see I’m upset?”
The hand touched me on the cheek again, and I spun around to see Christopher lying in the bathtub behind me. His body was completely soaked, his face was unusually flushed, and his eyes looked blank even though he was touching me.
I didn’t know if he could even recognize me at the time, but I threw myself into his arms and hugged him tightly anyway. His lips brushed past my cheek before he rested his head on my shoulder, and his entire body had gone limp.
I couldn’t imagine the amount of willpower it took for him to tie Monica up and come all the way home. I felt my heart ache when I saw the bite marks on his forearm and the wound on the top of his head.
I was unbuttoning his shirt when he grabbed my wrist and mumbled, “Eve… I want Eve… Only Eve…” He tried to stop me from touching him, but he was so weak that he couldn’t do anything about it. One of his hands was touching my waist, and I could tell he was trying desperately to resist it from sliding up my dress.
“It’s me, Chris! I’m here! Look at me, Christopher! It’s me, Yvonne! It’s okay! You’re all right now!” I undid the zipper on my dress and put on a warm shower before getting into the bathtub with him.
“Ah, Eve… I’m so glad it’s you… Let me hug you tight…”
