Handling depression

How? What? When?

Okay, maybe I knew when. I knew because I had listened to it myself earlier. I had watched Alexandro’s recording of me. It had been on my phone, and I remembered watching it before I deleted it. I even cleared it off my backup files to make sure it was totally out of my phone.

Who would have done this? It couldn’t be Alexandro, could it?

He wouldn’t do this to me, and then put it in my face, besides, I was sure it wasn’t here before I left the room. It either came there while we were shopping or while the delivery guys did their job.

Whatever was in the envelope scared me. It’s scared me very badly. What if it was a nude picture of me? Was it possible this room was bugged?

My heart banged in my chest, fear filled my bones and my hands trembled as I reached to pick the envelope. Whatever was inside was flat and thick, like a picture card. It was sealed.

With trembling hands, I opened it, breaking the seal and holding my breath. I unsteadily pulled the sheet out of the envelope and took a deep breath.

It was a thick paper, like that which was used to print pictures, but instead, writing in horror fonts in shades of black and purple were the words.

HELLO EMILY FITZ.

I didn’t know how I came to this conclusion, but this wasn’t Alexandro’s handiwork. I had someone that wanted to get me scared on my trail.

I had Alexandro King trying to scare and bend me into submission, dear God, I didn’t need someone else.”

What if the person was watching me right now? I looked around the room. I had no answers to how the person got that recording, but if the person was watching me right now, I wouldn’t show any fear.

I tore the sheet into little pieces, the I flushed it along with the pen down the toilet. I will go on my honeymoon on Tuesday, then we’ll go to Alexandro’s place afterward. It could be anyone in this hotel. I would be safe in his house. At least, that was what I thought.

……

“Chloe, when did you put that there.” I shrieked.

In Chloe’s hands was the sexiest, tiniest set of underwear I have ever seen in my life. The black one wouldn’t even cover my ass.

She didn’t answer my question, but her next words caught me off guard. “Are you scared of Alexandro?”

I was quiet, all I could do was blink my eyes as my hands were still on the box we were packing. I wasn’t sure she knew the whole content of my relationship with Alexandro, I knew Baxter knew, but I couldn’t tell of Chloe. She didn’t know he had my father’s life in his hands or made me go on my knees when I offended him.

“Scared… Why would I be scared of him?” I shrugged.

“Yeah, why would you?” She answered, repeating my words, “You don’t know him yet.” She answered with a small smile.

“Know what?” I asked, my lips trembling slightly as I remembered the envelope that I got this morning. I couldn’t tell anyone yet.

She shook her head and smiled. “Just be careful, okay?” She smiled, patting my shoulder. “Try to make him fond of you too. And that’s where these lingerie’s come in.”

We both burst into laughter. Mine didn’t come from deep down my heart. I didn’t know about hers.

I spent the next few days as a nervous wreck. I jumped at the slightest sound, I trembled when someone touched me unexpectedly, I steered completely off Alexandro King and everyone was starting to notice something was wrong, even on social media.

I was reluctant to take and post my pictures, I spent time biting at my finger and trying to figure out who was behind it, finally, I concluded it was someone from my past.

Whosoever it was knew who I was, knew my name was Emily Fitz. What if it was one of my so many followers?

There had been an uproar when I married Alexandro King and many people were wondering who I was, what if one of them had gone the extra mile to find out?

It was a Sunday evening; I would be having what was supposed to be the best time of my life from Tuesday. I would be the envy of half of the world, I shouldn’t be feeling like this.

I took a deep breath and called myself to reality. Only to find Alexandro standing near the door, watching me.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He barked. He had come in and I hadn’t noticed.

My hands were folded between my legs, and I trembled at his voice.

“Did something happen?” He asked, moving closer to me, I wished I could enter the chair. He had been looking at me with watchful eyes for a while now.

“No,” I answered with a jump. Then I remembered Alexandro wasn’t a man I could easily lie to. “Well, the thing is… I... I need to see my dad.” I said, at last, hoping I had bought him off with that.

The tiny bit of worry that had been on his face cleared off that instant and his muscles relaxed.

“Emily, Emily…” He called my name in a tone that worried me, then placed a hand on my leg, gripping it so tight it hurt. “You have to earn that kind of reward. You can’t get it even after months of giving that face.” He finished angrily.

“You keep surprising me every day with your acting skills.” He finished.

I squeezed my eyes shut, thankful that my sideline had worked but also miserable that Alexandro thought I was a pretentious woman. But then, being Emily King made me a pretentious woman.

He stood up and walked out, and attempted to walk out because my words stopped him, “What can I do to earn it?” I asked.

He stopped and smiled, turning back with that devilish smile on his face, it was cold but at the same time, it made him terribly handsome. Sometimes it hurt to stare at him, I hated this feeling.

“Why don’t you try to impress me in Paris, because it’s too late to do anything while we’re still here.” He informed me.

As soon as he was out, I went straight to the bathroom and took a deep breath, I peeped into the toilet seat and it was clear, I had flushed that threat down the toilet. It would remain there. Now, I had to make the best of my life.

Paris, here I come.