Our story begins six months ago when Nancy wed Peter in a celebration of wealth and love. The young couple met on LinkedIn and had a whirlwind romance. Three months later they were married.
The first sign came two weeks into the marriage. Peter got up from bed at night holding unto his head and speaking gibberish. She tapped him but he screamed and pinned her to the bed.
You witch. You are trying to kill me he screamed.
She could feel the life going out of her. Peter please it is me Nancy. Snap out of it.
I will kill you he bellowed. I will destroy you. He ran out of the room and locked himself up in the bathroom.
Nancy slowly got up and tried to understand what just happened. She knocked on the bathroom door; Peter please open the door let's talk.
But it was of no use. She could hear him snoring from outside.
The next morning she got up to find her husband by her side on the bed. What can this mean? Did I dream it all? Her husband woke up and did not remember anything of the event. Honey c'mon I sleepwalk sometimes but I’m never dangerous.
It became a regular occurrence until one night Peter did get dangerous.
He woke up as usual and fastened his hands on her neck bellowing profanities.
She kept still but her husband had other ideas.
He ran off to the store and got a bat.
Immediately Nancy saw it, she ran to the bathroom and locked herself in.
Divorce on grounds of insanity was denied. The jury ruled that there was no evidence of any abnormal and/or dangerous behavior.
Peter’s family and friends testified for him. The case was dismissed and she got a caution for wasting the court’s time.
The nightly terrors continued and got oftener and longer and scarier.
She snapped out of the reverie. I can leave without all these. I already have the car keys and the C of O for two landed properties. That’s my payment for this farce of a marriage.
The knocks tore through her thoughts. Who is that?
It’s Ella ma.
The neighbor’s girl. Why now? What is the problem dear she asked after opening her door.
Its my mother ma. I think she’s choking. She can’t breathe well.
My God. Let’s go let’s go. She took a step forward and turned to look at her boxes.
She could always leave after Peter’s next trip.