Read Online Come Sunday Morning by Terry E. Hill - Free Book Online

me again? Who the fuck is she?”
    Samantha violently swung open the shower door. She reached in through the stream of water and grabbed one hand from his face. “I want to know who she is.”
    Hezekiah tried to pull away but her grip was too firm. His face, dripping with water and tears, turned away from her gaze.
    Samantha stepped into the shower and pushed Hezekiah against the marble-tiled wall. Water from the gushing nozzle drenched her nightgown and caused her hair to flop and dangle over her eyes.
    Hezekiah backed away to the rear of the space but she matched him step for step. “Hezekiah, you can’t do this to me again,” she said, pulling his head toward her. “I can’t go through this again with you.”
    Hezekiah jerked his hand from her grasp and leaned against the wall. “You’re making a fool of yourself, Samantha. Get out of here. We can talk about this later.”
    Samantha then pulled Hezekiah’s body from the shower.
    â€œWe’ll talk about it now,” she said, blocking his reflection in the mirror. “What if someone finds out? Everything we’ve worked for will be destroyed.”
    â€œI don’t want to talk about it right now. I’m already late for an appointment,” he snapped.
    Samantha jerked his head up and looked him in the eye. “Fuck your appointment. There is nothing more important than this right now. You have to talk about it. I’m not going to let you ruin me. I’m not going to let you destroy everything we’ve built. Now tell me who she is.”
    Hezekiah did not respond.
    â€œYou’re leaving me no choice, Hezekiah. I won’t be humiliated. If you don’t tell me I’m going to expose you. I’m not going down with you.”
    Hezekiah looked her in the eyes and grabbed her shoulders and held her steady.
    â€œDon’t threaten me, Samantha.”
    Samantha winced from his tight grip and demanded, “Let go of me, Hezekiah.”
    â€œDon’t ever threaten me. This is my life and my ministry.”
    â€œIt’s not your life. It’s our life and I made this ministry what it is. I’m not going to let you destroy it and me as well.”
    Samantha broke free and ran to the bedroom. Hezekiah ran behind and grabbed her bobbing wet hair. With one forceful yank he pulled her backward, causing her knees to buckle. She groped for a chair to maintain balance but he pulled harder, sending her tumbling to the carpet. Hezekiah straddled her chest, pinning her body to the floor. He jerked her head up and said, “If you tell anyone about this, I’ll…”
    Samantha thrashed beneath the full weight of his body. Her flailing legs toppled a table, sending a vase filled with flowers, and two of her mother’s porcelain figurines crashing to the floor. Hezekiah grabbed her wrists to restrain her. Her hips bucked upward and from side to side. She twisted and turned but Hezekiah’s weight held her pinned on her back.
    â€œYou’ll what?” she screamed, clawing at his face. “Kill me?”
    Blood flowed from the scratches on Hezekiah’s face and dripped onto Samantha’s as she yelled obscenities and clawed viciously. “Get the fuck off me!”
    Samantha finally was able to squirm from beneath him and scrambled to her feet. Her wet, tangled, and tossed hair flew in every direction. The straps of her nightgown flopped from her shoulders, exposing her breast. Years of suppressed rage exploded onto her bloodstained face.
    â€œYou’re pathetic!” she raved as she backed away from him. She picked up a book which was sitting on a table near the window and threw it at Hezekiah. “I can’t wait for the whole world to find out exactly who you are. I hope the bitch is worth it because she just cost you every fucking thing you ever worked for.”
    Hezekiah looked up in amazement. He had never seen the woman who stood howling before