CHAPTER SIX
Young and dumb
Young dumb, young dumb and broke
Young dumb, young dumb and broke
Young dumb, young dumb and broke
Young dumb broke high school kids
Except I wasn’t an high school kid nor am I broke anymore thanks to my sham of a marriage to Kylian, I was just young and dumb and that was why Kylian chose me. I was chosen for my dumbness, naivety and foolishness and at this stage, I had practically ran out words to quanlify my stupidity
Sixty minutes now since Kylian’s minions delivered the sad tale of what my life will be now to me and yet I can’t seem to able to get Khalid’s song out of my head since it started playing in head because that is what I am.
Young and dumb!
I stood in the front of an elevator that has kept imprisoned for over a month with Alice ready to move out of what I thought was my heaven but turned out to be my prison. She placed her key card over the elevator and the door swinged open.
So that was it, the key to my prison. If I had known that a key card was the ticket out my prison, I would have stolen it from her, weeks ago.
I stepped into the elevator while Alice frantically search through her back pack for God knows what.
“Shit!” She exclaimed “Wait here, I am coming” she ran back into the house.
But why do I have to do that, why should I wait?
Ever since I got here, Kylian and his family has been controlling my life… why do I have to listen to a lowly assistant who has no iota of respect for me, control my life too.
As I press the elevator button for the ground floor, I saw Alice come into view and watch her horrid face as she realized I was leaving without her. She ran toward the elevator to get in but the door closed in her face.
Few seconds later, I arrived at the ground floor and I stepped into what looked like a bustling lobby. People of different colours were going up and down doing their own things and communicating in a language I recognised as French from the little I picked up in Netflix movies. They were right, I have been holed up in a hotel thinking I was finally home where I belong.
Alice must have had a good laugh at my ignorance.
If becoming a baby factory is what my life will be from now on, Kylian has to tell me himself. My husband has to look me in my eyes and tell me that he married me just to have non-scandalous babies.
“The fuck is wrong with you” Alice yelled at me as she held my chest breathing heavily. Did she ran down the stairs? How many floors? That is not important right now, I need to speak to my husband right now and that devil incarnate in form of a woman will prevent me from doing that, so I turned and ran
“Stop!” I heard her holler after me but I run through the revolving door and unto the bustling streets of Paris. How would I get to Kylian?
“I said stop” I don’t have to look back to know she is behind me already. I accelerated my speed, looking around until I found an elderly lady trying to come out of taxi and I entered the moment she stepped out to the confusion of the driver. I locked the door while Alice bang the door
“Please take me away” I pleaded but only to be answered in French. Oh fuck!
“Please, kidnapped, kidnapped. She kidnapped me” Maybe he understood my English or maybe it was the crazy way that Alice was banging on the door that indicated I was in danger, but I felt the engine ignited and turned unto the road. He smiled to me from the front mirror as he drove away from crazy ass Alice. Seconds later, he was speaking to me in French.
“I don’t know what you are saying” I replied in confusion
“Go, go” He pointed his hands to road like asking he is asking for direction on where to go
“PSG” I said loudly. Then he nods. I don’t how many minutes or hours I was in that taxi but the car suddenly stopped moving and then the driver turned to me and pointed to the building which has PSG neon sign on with some player’s image on the building
“Thank you” As I tried to open the door, I saw the driver looking at me expectantly.
Oh shit! His money
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
I have none with me. I left all of my things in the elevator. What can I give him in place of the money? My hands flew to my ears, I had no earrings on, then my neck, where I felt my necklace. I caressed it softly, I can’t give this out, this has been my only comfort since I got here. It brings back my sisters’ warmth to me, I can’t give it out. Then I looked at my fingers where my marriage ring rest on one of it.
It is a sham anyway
It took it off and gave to him. He looked at the ring weirdly
“I am sorry, I don’t have any money on me” I pointed to the ring “I am sure that is worth thousands of euros” I opened the door but he dragged me back and place the ring back in finger
“Don’t you get it, I don’t have any money on me”
“Go” He signed for me to leave and smiled to me. I was almost brought to tears at this stranger’s generosity. This is the first person that has been nice to me since I got into this stupid country
“Thank you very much” I alighted and bowed to him in appreciation multiple time. He smiled to me and drove away. I walked up to gate but was stopped by the security man. He spoke in French too. Fuck me! But if I am to guess, he is probably asking why I am here.
“Kylian Mbappe, I want to see Kylian Mbappe” I tried to sign with my hands but he turned me away
“Wife, Wife” I pointed to my rings and I tried to rack my head for what wife is called in French but I came up short.
Maybe I should have paid more attention in my French classes back when I was in school. I was still turned back… even if I had known what wife is called in French, I am sure I would be turned back. There is no way he is going to believe that I am married to Kylian, he would probably think I am an obsessed fan
Maybe I didn’t think this through, there was no way I would be allowed to see Kylian simply by just showing up at the gate of PSG. He is a world class footballer and that makes him A-lister celebrity. After trying so many failed attempt to get the security man to let me in, I gave up.
Looking up at the setting sun, I am sure the players will be done with the day’s training soon. Kylian maybe injured but he is working with the medical team towards his recovery, so he is in here. So, I decided to stay and wait for him to come. Even though, deep down, I knew it was stupid but I waited patiently
Soon after, the Iron Gate opened and different exquisite cars started coming out. I tried looking in but they all had their tinted glass up and the setting sun did not help. Within ten minutes, over twenty cars came out through the gate and none stopped. Kylian must have seen me but he ignored me.
I looked at the billboard that holds his image outside the building, he smiled so brightly and the smile that usually create butterflies inside of me, ignited something else this evening.
Something I can’t place
Something not good
Something I never felt before......The desire to destroy this man
How could he smile? How dare he after condemning me to a loveless marriage? How he could do that to me?
“How could you, Kylian?” I may be in daze but I think I said that out loud “You fucking bastard, how could you do this to me?” My attention was drawn to the security guard’ loud voice saying things I can’t interpreted but from the car coming into the driveway, I could tell he was trying to tell me to leave the road. I ignored him and turned my attention back to the billboard
I need him to stop smiling
“Are you okay?” A voice asked me and I had to look really up to see the concerned face of a young man who is not my husband. Judging from his worried look, my tears are out without my permission again and maybe possibly whimpering too
Am I okay? Of course I am not. Kylian just decided to play God with my life just because he is rich. I have never felt the wave of anger that just blown through me right now. I hate this man and I really need him to stop smiling
“I need him to stop smiling” I told the young man, pointing to Kylian’s picture
“What?”
I need him to stop smiling, so I looked around and I saw a moving rod of iron. So I went towards the missing iron and I grabbed it. I heard a loud yelp of pain but I didn’t care, I just need Kylian to stop smiling. I felt a surge of adrenaline as I moved closer to the billboard and when I was few steps away, I stroke the bill board and the glass I didn’t know was here came crashing but I don’t give a fuck. He needs to stop smiling
“You spineless!” I stroke again “gutless excuse of a man” I felt a hand try to stop me and I swinged the rod in my hand and hit whoever was trying to stop me before I continue what I made my mission
“You married me, you are suppose to love me” At this point, I lost count of what I was hitting, not that I was counting anyway “and protect me, you fool”
“I fucking hate you, Kylian, in fact I loathe you and I regret the day I met you” I ranted as loud as my voice could take. All of a sudden, he was not smiling anymore, I couldn’t even see his face again. I think there was a bulb of light here too and I think I killed it. I dropped the rod and screamed at the loss of my mission. Then I felt my hands dragged to the back and cuffed.
“Leave me alone” I struggled violently with them. I can heard a voice reading me my Miranda right but I was too angry to focus. Then I was being dragged away
“I really hate you, Kylian but wait and watch, I promise to fuck you up big time” I threatened the billboard
TO BE CONTINUED NEXT SATURDAY
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