The parasite episode 1 & 2

TITLE: THE PARASITE

Episode 1

# Disclaimer
This story is fictional and built on creative writing simply for relaxation, learning and improvement of writing skills.

Leave my shirt! I am going to say this for the last time!! (Maxwell placed his hands in between Gloria's hands, struggling to remove her hands from his already rumpled shirt). Guess you are sure you can wage this war right? (he said in a low tone), who do you think you are? No tell me, who do you think are are? (She pulled him back and front, shouting at the top of her voice). He tried unloosening her hands all to no avail, just when she thought it was over, Maxwell gave her a strong headbutt on her eyebrow, she went blank immediately, will this be the end of Solomon Grand? Without mercy he accompanied the headbutt with a smack down as he flung her against the pillar, a thick cloud of blood decided to give a shower of red rain on the face of Gloria, carefully swashing down her agility from the crown of her head to the sole of her feet.

Gloria woke up on her specially assigned hospital bed at Rehandia Medicare a day after her WWE championship fight with Maxwell, it was quite difficult to open her eye completely because she felt a sharp pain on her spine and a regular banging headache with clear migraine symptoms. When she finally opened her eyes she saw Paulette her younger sister and Anita her bosom by her bed side, Paulette please call the doctor she is awake (Anita instructed), the doctor came in to do some general body check and concluded that she would need more bed rest for about two more days.

On her discharge day, Maxwell came with some flowers, chocolates, ice cream, cards and other items to see his wife at the hospital, immediately he stepped into the room Paulette gave a long sigh clearly showing irritation, woman beater, if you are this good with boxing I wonder how you haven't picked a form to represent our country, you are just a definition of an irresponsible man, after beating your wife blue black you left the house for three days without even knowing her whereabout, Max you are wicked, heartless and inconsiderate, men like you don't deserve a wife (she spat on him and walked out of the room). He knelt down and held Gloria's hand, I am so sorry honey, I didn't know what came over me, please forgive me, I am just frustrated with loosing my job, please honey find a place in your heart to forgive me (Maxwell pleaded). So whenever you get frustrated over issues you last resort is to turn me into a punching back? (Gloria asked with a low tone), honey please calm down I am sorry okay (Max responded), he moved closer sugar coating her emotions, he finally succeeded in appealing to her conscience, they hugged and kissed.

One week later Paulette visited Gloria's house, seeing each other they hugged passionately, please come in and kindly have a seat (Gloria offered), thank you but am quite in a hurry, I just decided to dash in to see how you are faring and have a quick word with you (Paulette said), Okay what could be that important that won't require you sitting? (Gloria asked), well you already know where I want to drive at, it is very irresponsible for your husband to hit you not to even talk of beating you blue black to a state of passing out, that's pure wickedness, maltreatment, irresponsibility and sycophancy. I am more disappointed at you for even coming back into his worthless life (Paulette said angrily), please I appreciate your advice and I won't tolerate your insults to my husband, you couldn't keep a home, so please staying single is frustrating I quite understand, please I won't have you come here to dish a bowl of unguided utterances to my man (Gloria cautioned). Are you for real? I am marveled at you, it seems you have been bewitched by the swine you have as a husband (Paulette said), Gloria returned her words back into her mouth with a whooping slapping which could turn anyone deaf. Get out of my house she walked Paulette out and shut the door.




TITLE: THE PARASITE

Episode 2: Another Pain
Written by: Idama Maxwell

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Weeks had passed yet the stubborn bruises had refused to go off my face, how eventually did I turn into a laughing stock and my two years old marriage now a reference point of a good example of an abusive marriage. Thoughts of this kept haunting and increasing my blood pressure, considering how easily irritated by most charming and ever-loving husband gets in recent times. This must be the handwork of my enemies who are envious of marrying a cute man with an excellent dress sense, am I over tolerating Max’s excesses or I have been charmed? This is clear that something isn’t right with my marriage (Gloria had a personal discussion with herself). I kept moving from different miracle centers and prophetic churches to be sure no one is behind my misfortunes, what more can I do because I had been told all sorts of prophesies, have sown seeds to liberate myself from the shackles of the enemy all to no avail.

My envious marriage had turned into a tears festival where I soak my pillows and beddings daily with my regular overflowing stream of tears. Just in my thought, pains and sardonic moment I dozed off on my desk. Mr. Kunle our HR Head who has been on my case entered my office, sat down comfortably and watched me slept like an overhyper baby who needed rest. He took a video recording of my misconduct at the office for about 30minutes. I opened my eyes and a flash of someone seated at my front ran through my neurons and formed a message that my husband was the one trying to beat me again, I screamed at the top of my voice, when my eyes where clearly opened, coolval stories I was really embarrassed knowing it was Mr. Kunle our HR Head before me, I took a deep breath of safety and shook my head because it was trouble for me. Am sorry Sir, I am just a little feverish (I tried apologizing but he knows I am having an unstable marriage hence he cut me short), it’s okay, you don’t have to apologized, I sent you a mail since two days, sent three other reminders but u ignored all, so I decided to squeeze out time to visit your office to know why, because you still haven’t responded to the query given, probably you have found a better job, have a nice day darling (Mr. Kunle said and blew a kiss on the air). This is trouble without an escape route, I went back to my system to reply my battalion of pending mails.

I got home about past 9pm because I had to stay back in the office to fix my backlogs couple with the mad traffic, I knew I was in for a bigger battle I kept talking to myself and my God to take preeminence, I stepped into our living room, my husband was lying on the 3 seater chair, Good evening honey (I greeted), where are you coming from? (he asked without responding to my greeting), sorry darling I had to stay back to attend to some of my jobs for the weeks I was at the hospital (I replied), you are very sick, so I should stay hungry because you where at the hospital some weeks ago? (he yelled), am sorry my husband, it wont repeat itself again, I stood waiting for him to hit me as usual fortunately my prayers worked. I went straight to the kitchen without offing my clothes to make him dinner, I wasn’t hungry to eat but extremely hungry to sleep because my body aches. In 45minutes I was done with the meal dished his dinner and quickly went to take a shower and that was the last thing I could remember.

Deep asleep I felt a touch around my breast, that could be a normal cuddle, it got more intense when the feeling increased and felt some penetrations into me, I opened my eye and my husband was fingering and sucking my breast, love making is not what I need at that time, because my entire body system has adjusted and needs relaxation to gradually mould itself to it previous emotional state. Hey babe, please can I catch some sleep, I am really tire I must say (I said to my husband), what does that mean? Do I need permission to sleep with my wife? (his tone was increasing and shows anger), I never said so babe, kindly understand that I am human and currently stressed (I said and tried sitting up,), you are mad, how dare you complain of stress, when you spend your entire day moving around the city of Lagos, I knew it! You are having a secret affair, but today you are going to confess to me (Max said), will you stop this drama, (I raised my voice and put on the bed light), you fool! (he said with a slap on my face). This is one of the most terrible slaps he had given me, it brought out sparks which shined in darkness and the darkness comprehended it not.

I screamed in confusion because I had lost reactions, I never knew if I should cry, retaliate, laugh, faint, in about a minute I started understanding the slap as my reflexes began to adjust to its normal state, I cried out exhaustively, he had torn my nighties, pressed my neck firmly and I choked for survival, he continually fingered me roughly, with hurtful words like I am going to ensure I bruise you so that you can never spread your legs for any man like COVID 19, he forcefully got his way into me, and spanked me continuously, when I noticed I was choking, I pretended to have passed out, he freed my neck and ensured he got himself satisfied before exiting my mountain, my husband has caused me ANOTHER PAIN…