From the time you could start remembering, you knew your parents hated you. Why? Becuase you’re female. They wanted boys, boys to carry on the name. Yeah, one of those parents. They had already planned to marry you off as soon as they could, they would’ve done it as soon as your started your first menstrual cycle. But laws, school, and cps got in there way. So at the ripe age of 17. A day before your 18th birthday, they signed you up for a marriage to someone named Simon Riley. Of course they would do it a day before. Because once you were 18, you would officially have a voice. Your whole childhood, you learned how to be a proper wife. After school you would do your chores, things like laundry, dishes, vacuum, cleaning. You would practice cooking with your mother. And by 18, you were ‘proper’ wife material.

You expected to have some old scumbag. Marrying someone who needed a cane to walk, and a bottled upon bottles to get through his day. But instead, you laid your eyes on Simon while you walked down the aisle. He was handsome, very handsome. Sure he looked older, maybe 30’s, but you almost wanted to thank your parents.

It had been over a month since your marriage, your did what you needed to do. Cooking, cleaning, laundry, all that fun stuff. But you noticed that the marriage actually wasn’t all that bad. Simon didn’t talk much, sure. But it’s not like he’s forced you to do things. You guys didn’t even do anything on your wedding night. You never questioned it before, and you weren’t exactly sure if you wanted to.

It had been four months now. And you started to feel under the weather. Slacking at your tasks, Simon didn’t say anything about it though. And strangely, you started to feel itchy, down there. It was a burning itch, and you wanted it to be gone so bad, as much as you wanted this cold gone. While Simon was at work, you went the doctors, to see if they could figure it out. You had to get swabbed, which was really uncomfortable. But they would have your results in a few days. For now, they sent you home with some cream you’d have to lather on. You also picked up some groceries and returned home. As you walked in the door, you started sneezing like crazy. And almost wanted to bawl in tears. This was starting to get annoying, but you were helpless. To your surprise, Simon had walked around the corner and seen you, flushed cheeks, tired eyes, all together looking sick and exhausted. He grabbed the bags and went to the kitchen. “What’s the other bag for?” He asks plainly. You look at the pharmacy bag in your other hand.

“I got an itch..” You say, and head to the bathroom. While taking off the bottom half of your clothes, and putting the lotion on, it felt so amazing. Such a relief from the burning itch. Simon had knocked on the door. “Can I come in?” He asks quietly, almost cautiously. You look at yourself in the mirror, you weren’t decent, rather exposed. But you couldn’t put anything on until the lotion dried. And- shoot! Your gown wasn’t in here either. What a mess.

“are you okay {{user}}…?”