||Chapter VII: Are you out of your damned Mind Woman!! ||

|Sawyer Mansion—Britain|

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p.s if u don't find him hot.... grab that pencil right next to you, yes that's right the one next to you and stab your eyes! if you don't appreciate nature, people don't need negativity! (.......jk)

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29. Feb. 2016 

The moon slept in sky's embrace. And the moonlight seemed to cast a captive net over the youthful night; a gust of wind blew through the radiant night. In walked Abigail Dunhill. She looked like an queen sitting on a palanquin of star. Dear diary, she had my attention in the mere span of a minute. But it was night before yesterday had she finally stolen my heart; she looked ravishing. Dressed in her stunning mid-night blue, american diamond studded evening gown, was a pure ecstasy. She had me on my knees- begging for her attention. Pathetic, I'd call myself if it hadn't been a brutal fact. She had no idea how fast and hard my heart was beating by being in her presence in the same room as me. Now I'm well capable of controlling my emotions but since she has entered my life, they have been all over the place. For instance, night before yesterday, when she ran away, I should have been happy, for I'll be free from this force marriage of convenience, but I wasn't. I was experiencing emotions like unbearable shame and guilt, then, when a minute turned into minutes and then to hours after she ran away I experienced......worry? I was worried about that enchantress? Unbelievable!

When she had returned today early morning, no wait let me rephrase. When she had ran in the back yard from the forest with staggered footsteps, at around five am, dressed in rags or whatever that had been left of the beautiful dress; I felt relived. I had spent the rest of last night looking for her relentlessly. I somehow felt I had wronged her; but technically hadn't, right?

Not only me but mother was restless too. She had glared at me many times for the rest of the night and until Abigail was found. I knew that mother knew about Mai's and my little rendezvous, best believe she was not happy at all. In turn, even I wasn't happy at all, for I once again felt like small boy when had offended his mother and now stood at the receiving end of the consequence.

All this; courtesy his royal arsehole highness Simon. Apparently, he had ran after Abigail, I'm guessing he hadn't caught me and Mai in the act; but upon seen a stunned Abigail and horrified me and Mai in my close proximity he must have put two and two together. And after Abigail ran into the forest, he too ran, no not in the forest but to mother, potentially to complain the horrifying deed her elder son had done.

But when Abigail had stumbled in our backyard and fainted in Simon's arms, who had dutifully carried her to the room after seeing her broken and bruised self, to tend to her wounds. I had felt an unbelievable wave of jealousy wash over me, and I must admit I might have thrown a big tantrum. The voices were growling at him and urging me to beat the living daylights out of Simon when I had seen him rushing in the house, screaming profanities and our names; carrying an almost lifeless Abigail. Her head had rolled back as had her eyes, her lifeless hand limply hanging from her body. Her pale skin was covered in dirt and her fiery red hair was in dead-knots. On further examination found out her right shin and left elbow was grazed.

In the end, shame, hurt, worry and restlessness overwhelmed my senses

Indeed last day was a roller-coaster of emotions. And it made me uncomfortable and drove me nuts.

It was bad......very bad...

Raymond slammed his red worn out journal shut when he saw Abigail stir. He threw the journal on the teapoy in front of him, took a last sip of the amber whiskey and stood up from the arm chair he sat on.

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Her eyes fluttered and zoomed in for a minute and she noticed the decorated white ceiling; a soft bed on which she lay and the comfort of a silken quilt. There was silence in the room. It was a scary kind of silence, which she hated. With a hard slam her senses returned. Her eyes zoomed out again when her shin hurt like a b!tch on fire. Her heart sank to the bottom of her stomach; she couldn't remember what happened last night. She hardened her resolve to remember last night; she had been dancing with Raymond, then his nasty words engraver her soul making her mood sullen; she remembered Simon asking her for a dance cheering her up with his lame jokes...

...then...What happened after that?

She forced herself to remember; she felt an earth shattering pain shot through her head. Frowning she fisted the silken bed sheet in her hand to sooth the pain. She heaved and padded dry the sheen of sweet on her face. It was hot.... It was a burning furnace—her body was a furnace. Her tongue was heavy and dry as sand-paper; she couldn't bring herself to swallow her own saliva. Oh the excruciating misery!

Water....she needed water. Hauling her body weight up, she rested her back against the back rest. She reached for the side table for the glass of water, blatantly ignoring the pills kept on the tray. She was about to put the glass on her lips and quench her thirst when Mai's face flashed upon her inward eyes.

Mai?

Mai?

Her eyes widened in realization....Mai  happened!

Now she remembered; when she was dancing and having a genuine good time she had accidently caught the sight of Mai—the wrench— pulling Raymond out of the hall. Her gut twisted in a painful knot, she knew something was bound to go down the hill when only seconds before leaving the hall Mai had flashed those sh!t eating grin and stared dead in Abigail's eyes; as if daring her to follow them.

Abigail would rather lick a knicker clean than let Mai win, ever! So she followed them and rest is history. Her blood boiled and anger sailed her veins. The urge to hurt someone very badly was prominent. Abigail was having vivid images of her holding a hockey stick and repeatedly smashing the windshield of his very very expensive car. Then probably set fire to it and might as well throw Raymond and Mai in it!

"I wouldn't skip those pills. I want to talk to you, can we talk?" a low grumble made Abigail almost jumped a feet off the bed. Clutching her heart, that wanted to jump out of her chest, she slowly looked up the source.

The devil stood at the end post of the bed; almost looking sexy in a black Armani suit and a light blue under suit, wet hair pulled back in a rough quiff, hands stuffed in his pant pockets, if it weren't for the passive look on his face. His lips were red and the attitude rolled off him in waves. One thing Abigail was sure of, Raymond Sawyer liked the attention and he got the attention, with his authoritative persona, he demanded respect and with the I-am-the-king-of-the-world attitude and the head turning features he got the desired respect and attention.

"What do you want? I have nothing left to say or hear." She scoffed. She was fuming and if it was up to her she would have burn Raymond alive, without a single ounce of remorse.

He had some nerves kissing me and then humiliated me by calling me a w.hore and then go w.horing around with Mai! And now he wanted to talk?! Abigail internally fret and fumed.

She wouldn't have been so hurt this much if it had been someone else but it was Mai he'd chose over her. She rolled her eyes, but wondered; What could he possibly want to say? Then she brought the glass of water near her mouth.

Raymond cleared his throat very painfully. He had never done this. He furrowed his brows when he heard her scoff. F.uck this. F.uck everyone; even her for making me do this. He thought. He made his way toward the bed and sat near her on the bed. He rolled his shoulders and readied himself.

"Sorry?"

Her eyes widened and her head whipped to look at him; her ears all alert and egger to hear what he had uttered. And Abigail spat all the water out of her mouth. What!

"Sorry?" she questioned.

"I said I'm sorry. No need to act this surprised. I'm a human and I'm entitled to make a small blunder." Abigail's angry blood sang in her veins aggressively.

BLUNDER? Did I hear correct? Had he just called his huge mistake a blunder?!

"You're. Sorry. For. Cheating. On. me?" Abigail articulated very slowly.

"Cheating? I never cheated on you, Madam!"

"Sir, then shoving your tongue down her throat is called 'catching-up-with-your-bff!' I'm sure,"

"Look we talked about it.... If you can't satisfy me I have to find some other.... some other source and she was there."

"You fucking bastard!"

Within minutes Raymond's hand shot forward and grabbed Abigail's hair pulling her very close to his face. His stony blue eyes in an irate haze stared dead in her fuming viridian eyes. Both of their jaws clenched holding back the verbal whip. The energy waves were clashing against her, at the physical contact, as if raging storm; and for a minute the she could see the black buzzing dots of energy surrounding Raymond.

"You are my bitch, do not talk to me like this!" he rumbled ferociously.

"Your bitch?! I'd rather die!" her acidic tone burned his soul. Her skull pricked as if needles and her eyes stung at the thought of him manhandling her. She could literally see the signs of those trashy stereotypical marriages of filthy rich people. In which the woman turned to alcohol abuse because of an abusive and unfaithful namesake husband who wondered off gallivanting with anything in skirts they could lay hand on. Swiftly her hand rose to slap his hand away to get away from his grip. "Don't f.ucking touch me after you have touched that filthy shank! And after last night's event I'd like to beat the sh!t out of that s.lut's trashy ass, but I don't want s.lut all over me! "

"Watch that tone Ms. Dunhill. I don't take disrespect well." Abigail scoffed and pulled out of his loosened grip, knowing too well that he hadn't loosened the grip she had no way out. "And raise your voice at me again Madame, I dare you!"

"You have the luxury of pleasuring yourself as you please. I want the same. I don't want to be in a sadistic marriage Sir! "

"Pleasure, Madame, isn't a luxury; but a profound physiological need. It is not the lover that gives pleasure, but its sex; and I can't think of nothing less pleasurable then a life dedicated to that pleasure. And no, I know I can please you very well but I can't say the same for you. Hence the need for Mai. "

Abigail scoffed. "Bloody hypocrite!"

"Call me that again and I'll show you your place!"

"What will you do? Hit me?"

"Without an ounce of remorse. You are my trophy wife and I shall teach you the ropes if necessary." Abigail's breath hitched and her eyes widened as she realized the future implication. If he could verbally agree that he won't mind hitting her, he could very well kill her to be one with Mai. Whatever reason he is marrying her and not Mai wouldn't hold good. Her heart was sinking further.

"You want to get rid of me?" mortified she gasped. He could call a local man and kill her making it appear as an accident... or he could himself kill her and burry her in the forest and no one would find her body! Ever!

"What are you talking about Madame?"

"...so you could get back with....Mai... don't think I don't know why you wouldn't deny our marriage! You... you are planning my murder.....you want to get rid of me!"

Raymond just sat there speechless, looking at the accusatory lady that he'll soon call his wife.

"Are you out of your damned mind Woman!"

"You will never get rid of me! I'll never leave you!" had she known what she was getting herself into; she would have never uttered those words.

"Never?" something in Raymond's heart bloomed as he heard her next words.

"Never ever, Never forever!"

Athena that stood in the corner of the room with a incisive smile and a hand full of sand like salt granules and they caught blue flame burning bright in her hand—invisible to the ignorant couple— as she cast a spell on the couple who unknowingly affirmed to her dubious desire at the cost of their lives.

To find true love I conjure thee,

I conjure thee,

I'm the queen,

You are the bee,

As I desire, so shall it be...

It is not the salt that I turn into fire,

but the hearts of a man and a woman who seek one another,

let them have no peace of mind until they unite—two bodies one soul together.

What ye send forth comes back to thee,

so ever mind the law of three.

Follow this with ye mind and heart and ye soul,

for merry ye meet and for never ye part.

Oh ancient one of the ancient earth,

older than the time could tell;

grant me the power from your hell,

to work my magic spells on them to dwell.

The Voices and Athena said in a chorus. Amen! The pendent in Abigail's neck glowed blue matching the flames of the burning salt.

Abigail had a pricking sensation all over her body, as did Raymond. And Abigail felt the temperature drop significantly and the black buzzing energy dots turned blue ...just like her pendent almost glowing. Abigail gasped at the feeling and looked up to see Raymond's reaction. She needed assurance as to make sure she wasn't going crazy. Again Raymond disappointed her, as he sat there facing her with clenched fists; staring accusatorily at the glowing pendent.

He knew something! She knew it.... She wasn't going mental with seeing all these buzzing, colour-changing energy dots and the glowing pendent she wasn't hallucinating but she wished she was! And in that one moment she subconsciously knew that there was something wrong with Raymond, severely wrong or even the whole family and it all made sense now.

She, never in million years wanted to be a part of it or be at the receiving end of it.

Why would a filthy rich and the heir to the biggest global company in UK wanted to have a marriage of convenience with the only daughter of a not so famous bankrupt business man? Sounded shady and it definitely was neither to help the bankrupt man and his distressed family nor was it love at first sight.

A shiver ran down her spine at the infinite horrifying possibilities! Her wild beating heart and terrified viridian eyes and her doubts ridden mind tried to find solace in the passive and blank face of Raymond Sawyer, but failed miserably to do so and it frightened her more! Tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Uh uh. That my, eldest brother, is not at all a way of treating a lady, especially if the lady is as fine as this one." At Simon's voice both their heads turned towards the door where Simon stood leaning on the door fame and held a half-eaten apple which he was munching on. Raymond scoffed showing his strong detest at Simons presence. With a nocturnal look anointed on his face he strolled in and sat on the bed next to Abigail. Abigail suddenly had this undeniable feeling of being the LOC between the two brothers as she sat between the glaring Sawyer brothers. On cue she felt as if the temperature sored to a new level in the room. The tension was tick in the air and knew the brothers had a fight in her absence and she didn't feel very comfortable with being in the same room as them.

"How are you doing, honey? Are you okay?" Simon asked and before she could show her detest at the pet name Raymond cut in.

"Don't call her that!" Raymond growled.

"I'll do as I please!" Simon replied in the same tone.

"She is going to be my wife and I'll be damned if I let you flirt with her."

"Some to-be-husband you are.... Look what you did!" Simon's one hand rose to wipe her tears. Abigail hadn't noticed herself sobbing. Simon's other hand comfortingly rubbed her back.

"Shhh...sweetie it's alright... what made this pretty woman cry?" he cooed softly and tucked a strand of truant hair behind her ear. Abigail was bewildered by Simon's behavior and she had to remind herself he was soon going to be her brother-in-law and he was just eighteen i.e. he was six years younger to her.

"What the f.uck mate, get your hands off her now!" Raymond bellowed loudly getting off the bed in an instant.

"Are you hungry sweet heart?" Simon blatantly ignored Raymond and calmly asked, resting his hand on Abigail's shoulder tightening his grip on Abigail it was rather forceful than comforting. Abigail didn't like it, at all. She turned to look at Raymond for help but saw Raymond moving swiftly towards the other side of the bed, where Simon sat. It all happened within a second, Simon was roughly pulled away from Abigail and Raymond had grabbed him by his collar, he raised Simon off the ground and Raymond's arms taxed with Simon's weight; with jaw clenched and heaving breath Raymond spoke, considering whether or not it would be a good idea to plummet Simon to the ground and beating him in front of Abigail. Simon was unfazed in his elder brother's grip. Abigail somehow felt Simon was purposely winding Raymond for his sick twisted pleasure or entertainment. Abigail felt a twisted sense of anger directed towards Simon, but a bigger part of her was angry at Raymond for his weird behavior.

"You. Don't. Touch. What. Is. Mine!" Raymond grated, whilst shaking with anger.

Abigail was scared to death frozen to the bed; she had never seen someone as angry as Raymond. It was like a flipped switch.... Like he was out for his brother's blood. If Raymond ever directed that kind of anger to her she would have cried for hours. Ungluing herself she crawled across the bed to the edge of bed near them, slowly, scared to do anything wrong that will put her in that spot.

"R-Ray-Raymond...." She hesitantly spoke, gently placing one hand on Raymond's bicep, she stank of rotting fear. But under her touch his muscles calmed down. His eyes darted towards her pinning her viridian green eyes with his stony blue one in a questioning haze. His shoulders slightly dropped before he lowered Simon on the ground. His harsh face softened but soon turned into scowl when he noticed her other hand was on Simon's. In a restricted show of rage he pushed Simon away almost making fall down. And in next second Raymond's forced manhandling was directed towards Abigail and she gulped. With a forceful grip on her forearm he pulled her towards him. He towered over her; his eyes and face was clouded with some dark emotion.

"If I ever see any other man's hands on you like mine, I promise you I'll rip his limbs out and then single handedly destroy him. Do you understand?" Raymond grated out quite furiously. Abigail was shaking seeing this new side of Raymond, the dominant, aggressive one. She surly wasn't a fan of this side. Her voice, brain and vocal chords betrayed her as she failed to answer him. It only added to his anger and irritation.

"DO YOU?" he bellowed again.

"Ye-Yes!" she shrieked out of fear.

"The f.ck do you think you are doing?" Abigail had forgotten about Simon.

"Stay out of this....or else?" Raymond warned in an agitated tone.

"Or else ......WHAT!?" Simon spit and came in Raymond's face. Abigail had the urge to warn Simon from crossing his limits.

"Don't f.ucking push me Simon!"

"Simon....please.... " Abigail shied.

"Knock it off boys!" Vivian's angry voice pulled them apart. She held a tray of food, and she wobbled with her pregnant tummy with an angry scowl anointed on her face as she accusatorily at the other two Sawyers.