inches and a couple highlights, nothing drastic at all.
Jenna leaps into Sam’s lap spilling some of his drink onto the white patio chair. I flinch when the dark brown liquid hits the white material and then notice Zack’s jaw flex and fists ball up.
Jenna and Sam are too wrapped in dirty talk and light kissing to notice any of it. Zack squints his eyes at me and I know it’s going to be bad, very bad. I begin to tremble, but he sends me a slight nod and I know better.
“Zack, what do you think of Chloe’s hair?” Jenna asks with a beaming smile.
He rises from his chair and I know he’s too smart to hurt me while they’re here. Actually, I pray they never leave tonight. He closes the space between us, until his hand snakes up the back of my neck until his hand is fisting my hair. He pulls on it so hard, I can hear the hair rip, but like I said he’s a smart man and talks at the same time.
“Pretty lady.” He leans down, so only I can hear. “You look like a fucking white trash whore.”
He stands back up and kisses the tip of my nose.
“Did you guys have fun golfing?” I ask, controlling the fear threatening to over take my tone.
It’s small talk that lasts like this for the next two hours. Zack is so toasted by the time our company leaves I’m hopeful he’ll pass out. But no such luck. As I finish washing my face and flipping off the master bathroom lights, I’m ripped down by the hair.
My cheek slams into the cold tile floor making me see stars. Everything goes black, but the overwhelming sensation of my hair being pulled on and the carpet below me burning my skin wakens me. I pray to pass out again.
“What in the fuck made you think I wanted my wife to look like a cheap whore?”
“I’m sorry, Zack.”
“I take one afternoon off to golf with a friend and you think it’s national become a whore day.”
I look up in time to see him pull a shiny golf club from behind his back.
“You show me no respect and one day you’ll learn, but I’m starting to think you’re too fucking dumb.”
He takes a swing, connecting high on the side of my outer thigh. The sharp edge of the club slices my skin. He connects again, cutting me further open. I’ve learned to never scream or it will only last longer.
My crimson blood flows from my body, soaking into the pristine white carpet. It’s a sponge and my mistake is being absorbed by it.
He finally bends down, swaying back and forth from all the whiskey he’d drank. It takes him a bit to kneel down by me. The golf club is only feet from my reach. All I’d have to do is reach over and swing it at him.
He clutches to the back of my hair, pulling my face back up to look at him; his eyes are wild with no signs of his reign of hell stopping anytime. He’s a switch and can flip anytime. It’s society, the stress, and me fucking up that are his triggers.
“Now you’ve stained my carpet, you bitch,” he grits out between clenched teeth. “All because you’re an ugly ass whore.”
I place a hand on his chest, hoping it will calm him. It’s a mistake and I should know better.
“Don’t touch me. You’re not good enough.”
He pulls me by the hair until he has my face inches above the pool of blood on the carpet.
“You will not clean this or have it replaced. You’ll see this stain every single day and it will serve as a reminder to never disobey me again.”
My face is smashed into the cold liquid. I can barely get my nose and mouth to the side to breathe. He applies so much pressure to the back of my head, I swear I’m only inches from having my neck snapped.
I hear the sound of his zipper and then feel my skirt rip from my waist. He doesn’t remove my panties before he impales me. He’s in my ass without warning and I want to scream out my pain. It hurts so bad. All of it hurts. Every single thing hurts.
“Move.”
Kip’s voice pulls me from the horrible memory. I panic and pull at the ends of my hair, disgusted with myself. I
Jenna leaps into Sam’s lap spilling some of his drink onto the white patio chair. I flinch when the dark brown liquid hits the white material and then notice Zack’s jaw flex and fists ball up.
Jenna and Sam are too wrapped in dirty talk and light kissing to notice any of it. Zack squints his eyes at me and I know it’s going to be bad, very bad. I begin to tremble, but he sends me a slight nod and I know better.
“Zack, what do you think of Chloe’s hair?” Jenna asks with a beaming smile.
He rises from his chair and I know he’s too smart to hurt me while they’re here. Actually, I pray they never leave tonight. He closes the space between us, until his hand snakes up the back of my neck until his hand is fisting my hair. He pulls on it so hard, I can hear the hair rip, but like I said he’s a smart man and talks at the same time.
“Pretty lady.” He leans down, so only I can hear. “You look like a fucking white trash whore.”
He stands back up and kisses the tip of my nose.
“Did you guys have fun golfing?” I ask, controlling the fear threatening to over take my tone.
It’s small talk that lasts like this for the next two hours. Zack is so toasted by the time our company leaves I’m hopeful he’ll pass out. But no such luck. As I finish washing my face and flipping off the master bathroom lights, I’m ripped down by the hair.
My cheek slams into the cold tile floor making me see stars. Everything goes black, but the overwhelming sensation of my hair being pulled on and the carpet below me burning my skin wakens me. I pray to pass out again.
“What in the fuck made you think I wanted my wife to look like a cheap whore?”
“I’m sorry, Zack.”
“I take one afternoon off to golf with a friend and you think it’s national become a whore day.”
I look up in time to see him pull a shiny golf club from behind his back.
“You show me no respect and one day you’ll learn, but I’m starting to think you’re too fucking dumb.”
He takes a swing, connecting high on the side of my outer thigh. The sharp edge of the club slices my skin. He connects again, cutting me further open. I’ve learned to never scream or it will only last longer.
My crimson blood flows from my body, soaking into the pristine white carpet. It’s a sponge and my mistake is being absorbed by it.
He finally bends down, swaying back and forth from all the whiskey he’d drank. It takes him a bit to kneel down by me. The golf club is only feet from my reach. All I’d have to do is reach over and swing it at him.
He clutches to the back of my hair, pulling my face back up to look at him; his eyes are wild with no signs of his reign of hell stopping anytime. He’s a switch and can flip anytime. It’s society, the stress, and me fucking up that are his triggers.
“Now you’ve stained my carpet, you bitch,” he grits out between clenched teeth. “All because you’re an ugly ass whore.”
I place a hand on his chest, hoping it will calm him. It’s a mistake and I should know better.
“Don’t touch me. You’re not good enough.”
He pulls me by the hair until he has my face inches above the pool of blood on the carpet.
“You will not clean this or have it replaced. You’ll see this stain every single day and it will serve as a reminder to never disobey me again.”
My face is smashed into the cold liquid. I can barely get my nose and mouth to the side to breathe. He applies so much pressure to the back of my head, I swear I’m only inches from having my neck snapped.
I hear the sound of his zipper and then feel my skirt rip from my waist. He doesn’t remove my panties before he impales me. He’s in my ass without warning and I want to scream out my pain. It hurts so bad. All of it hurts. Every single thing hurts.
“Move.”
Kip’s voice pulls me from the horrible memory. I panic and pull at the ends of my hair, disgusted with myself. I
Similar Books
