22 Chapter 22 (1/2)

Lucas came into the house, and he found that she had cleaned and cooked supper. Olivia had set up the table and there was only one dish. It hurt Lucas that she didn't want to eat with him. Lucas set down and he dished up some food for himself and ate.

When he was full, he took the dishes to the sink and he went to the living room where he saw her. She was asleep on the couch. Lucas went up to her and he looked down at her, the image popped up of her in the car and he felt repulsed.

He took a deep breath as he picked her up slowly and went with her to their room, he opened the covers and set her in. She stirred a bit, but she didn't wake up. Oh Lord, my heart feels as if its broken into a million pieces.

Lucas got into the bed and had a hard time sleeping, he would be filled with anger then sadness, but what mostly overtook him was hurt. Why didn't she seem like she cared? She had no hard time falling asleep, but he lay awake. He prayed some-more, asking the Lord if he had made the right choice in marrying her. He turned and looked at her and with no doubt he loved her so much.

He looked at her while she slept, and he saw she had a mark right above her breasts and he felt a sharp stab in his heart. He could see man touching her and he wanted to wake her up on the spot and confront her about the marks on her neck.

He finally fell asleep in anguish. When he woke up the next morning, he found that she was gone.

He went and took a shower and got dressed, he felt too weary to think about looking for her again. If she wanted to leave him, he would let her go. Why would he keep on looking for someone who didn't want to stay? If she preferred the way she was living so be it. Yet his heart clenched.

Lucas went downstairs and to his surprise he found that she had cleaned and cooked. She had set up the table. She was sitting outside by the porch. He ate alone again. He noticed throughout the whole day Olivia didn't say anything, and she didn't eat.

When he came in at night-time after being at the art gallery, he saw the same thing again. Lucas went to the living and Olivia started when she saw him and looked down.

”So, your plan is to starve yourself and make me feel bad. Is that it?”

”No.” Olivia replied in a small voice.

”Then why aren't you eating?”

”I don't deserve to eat.” She replied.

”Even if you feel as if you don't, you eat so you can survive.”

Olivia didn't reply,

”Was living with me that bad? Tell me Olivia. Did you miss your old life, of being a prostitute that much? Is that all you want to be?”

”I was always meant to be a prostitute.” She said.

”I see, so you chose this occupation because you love doing it?”

”I didn't, I had no choice.” Olivia said, and she swallowed a lump as she carried on. ”You see, my father died when I was five. I barely remember him. My mom was struck with grief until a year later she met Lloyd who was my step-father, he also had a child who was nineteen his name was Gerald.”