Get Me Married

Chapter 17: Torn

My steps were fastened as I walked through the hallway to get to my room,

“What the hell are you doing?” I queried myself, nervousness took over and I felt like crying. All I could picture was Jordan’s angry face, Jordan’s angry eyes and those were not what I wanted to see. I had secretly hoped that I wouldn’t see him till five years was over but I saw him again that morning. After I had spoken to him in such a terrible manner and I went ahead to make it worse that same morning. I became worried, the first day I had heard him speaking to his mother, I had become so scared of him. It was unbecoming. As my thoughts travelled to and fro, so did my body tremble in fear.

Then I felt this sudden tightness in my chest, I tripped and fell to the floor. My airflow seized and I started gasping for breath.

“Ma’am….” Margaret held me and made me sit up.

“Oh my…. Breath” she panicked and tried fanning me with her hands.

“I need to get the boss…..” she said and turned to run off but I held her and shook my head violently.

I wasn’t going to let them see me weak, I wasn’t going to let them see me break and that I planned on doing. I knew I had an attack coming, my heart beat was faster than usual when I was yelling and scolding Jordan and Samantha and I had a feeling I was going to have another panic attack but I was hoping it would wait till I got to my room. But since it didn’t, I planned on handling it well.

I took a deep breath and my thoughts travelled to Nate. A tear escaped my eyes when I realized I still had not spoken to him. I started wishing he was close by, he knew how to handle my attacks and make sure I was fine, but he wasn’t and I was married.

I shut the thought of him away and focused on taking deep breaths, just as he thought me and soon enough, the tightness in my chest area freed up and I felt better. I wiped the stray tears away from my face and tried my best to get up. Margaret held me and assisted me to get on my feet and with her help I was able to get to my room safely.

I sat down on my bed and Margaret went ahead to pour me a glass of water which I gulped down immediately I took it from her

“Are you alright?” she asked me and took the glass away from me.

I gave her a faint smile and nodded my head but I knew deep down in my heart I wasn’t okay. I had reacted again and this time I did worse than the last. It was something to worry about.

“I think so. Those two lovers just bring out the worse in me” I blurted out and Margaret chuckled.

“You have gained the respect of everyone here. They like you” she said and I smiled heartily.

“I can’t believe Jordan allowed Samantha treat you that way” I said after a while.

“Well she has been that way for a long time” Margaret said and sat down close to me..

“How long have you been working here again?” I asked her and she chuckled.

“Since Jordan’s teenage age” she replied and I gaped at her.

“I know… its been so long right?” she asked reading my thought

“Well yes” I said and she grinned.

“What about Samantha, you called her by her name” I said, not knowing why I was so curious about the both of them.

“Same thing. She has been a spoilt brat for ages, I was there when Jordan started falling in love and when he proposed too. But she declined him and moved abroad” she explained and an “ohhhhhhh” escaped my lips.

“Well, for the fact that they are lovers doesn’t give her the right to treat you or anyone else the way she pleases” I said.

“You made that clear to her, I am sure she will start learning her lesson” Margaret said with amusement and I laughed for the first time. I remembered the look on Samantha’s face and I suddenly felt so good about myself.

“Thank you for defending me out there” she added and I shrugged her off without saying a word.

I sat on my bed for a while with many thoughts going through my head. One was Jordan. I didn’t understand how the Jordan I spoke to on phone was so different from the Jordan I lived with. He was so free, not too free but he could talk more than the Jordan I lived with. And though during the phone calls, I didn’t see his face but I could tell he smiled more frequently than the Jordan I was forced to live with. I couldn’t help but ask myself….what happened to him?

But my phone rang and interrupted my thoughts.

When I picked it up, it was a video call from my dad.

I jumped up immediately and ran to the mirror scaring Margaret.

okay?”

look okay?” I turned to

“Yes…” She stressed.

do I look happy?” I asked and she her eyes brightened with

“Yes…you look okay and happy and beautiful” she complimented and I

parents needed to see me happy because I didn’t want them worrying about

the call, my mom and dad’s face popped on

my lips curved

me and talk back at me. No one had ever done that, not in my life

got over it when he came back for me. It proved that he still loved me and he placed me first before any other person but when I arrived at his new house, I felt troubled. The house was so big and it wasn’t mine. I felt jealous knowing he was going to share that house with someone else, someone far from me and it was grossly unfair. With everything that was happening, what ticked me

skipped and I felt like dying with jealousy. Her eyes were blue and her skin was spotless, she was beautiful and knowing that Jordan didn’t just get married to any woman but a woman who was more beautiful than I was did a lot of things to

little bit victorious, she left with tears and I hoped she wasn’t going to return but that hope was shattered when she returned

wanted to have my way, I had to be the more intimidating one, the one with the orders, the one with vile, the one with the boldness. That was the only way I could

And ohh, her guts. She had the guts to hit me and talk back

to the studies, it was there I expected Jordan to be. I opened the door angrily and regretted

and continued searching for

the office and watched him. When I barged in, I planned on yelling at him for letting his wife talk to me the way

“You did nothing even after seeing my humiliation” I said and waited for his reaction. He said nothing and continued with what

me” I said and he stopped and stared

with that voice that he always

of all your staffs?” I raised my

he simply said

mean by that” I asked and he picked

gritted teeth. He said nothing and

dragged into any stupid fight between you two. Stay away from her

it. I was already hating his wife with every fiber

before, walking with a maid. It

the

said when she got closer

glared at her for not

and she stole

Samantha. Only the bosses wife and the bosses mom can be addressed as

nothing and I had no respect at that house. And it was all because of that wife

“Who is she?” I asked turning to the lady she

madam Leona’s p.a” she

“What is she doing here?” I asked and she

“She is here for the bosses wife” she replied and I felt like

she was rubbing it in, the fact that I wasn’t the bosses wife,

raised

“But she needs.”

out” I said between gritted teeth

turned to the lady and walked gracefully towards

I’m Samantha Brandon, may I help you with anything?” I asked with a smile on

Chase asked me to come up to her room and that was where that maid

are you

for sometime

an edge to her voice

I mean, I can help with giving her the messages” I said and the smile

Chase?” she asked rudely and I tried

“No. I am….”

“Who are you exactly in this house?” she interrupted rudely and I went pale unable to

asked and we both turned to the direction the voice came from. Apparently