Intruder
That night, I couldn't sleep well. I was angry with everything that was going on. Nothing was in my control. I wanted to be out of here, but now I was married, and leaving marriage wasn't so easy. You could be stuck in it for life. Life? Can you believe it? I have to spend the rest of my life with this devil. Shit. How did I end up here?
The next day, I stayed in the room, watching movies to get my mind off everything. I was trying to not think about him, but he was all that was in my head.
"I hate him. I hate him," I told myself time and again.
"I am never going to accept him or this marriage," I almost screamed.
Thanks to Tina, lunch and snacks were brought into the room for me. For dinner, I told Tina I would come to the kitchen and serve myself. She didn't have to wait for me, as I wasn't hungry. She at first insisted on bringing dinner for me, but I refused. I didn't want to see that bloody devil's face. He ruined everything. That bastard.