Abuse

Skyla pov

I sat down still on the chair, my heart pounding loudly in my ears and my pulse racing. My anxious eyes glanced repeatedly at the ticking clock, the only sound i can hear at this moment. Jason has never stayed out this long.

My eyes strayed to the food on the table and a trickle of tears stubbornly flowed down my cheek. I wiped it forcefully away. The door suddenly sounded and i jumped at the sound. My husband staggered in, reeking with alcohol, his hands around an equal drunk girl.

“J..jason..” i called out softly trying to help him but he beat my hands away. Emboldened, the girl shoved me aside and staggered in with him.

“W..wh..ere's my..my.. food.?” He stammered swaying from side to side. “Its here.” I said calmly leading him to the table. He took a bite and immediately spat it on my face.

“You…you…bastard.! How dare you serve me cold food fit for a dog.?” He thundered and my heart crunched in pain. “But you didn't come home early.” I calmly explained and the next moment, i saw the plate of food flying towards me.

I quickly dodged by bending my head and the plate scattered on the wall. “Go to hell with your food bitch.!” He cursed at me and headed upstairs with the girl who made provocative faces at me.

My fist clenched and my feet grew heavy as i slowly climbed the stairs. As expected, Jason was already in the master bedroom with the girl, and her loud moans made my heart bleed. “That's our matrimonial bed…” i felt like screaming but words failed me.

Covering my ear with a pillow, i forced myself to sleep.

I woke up to the sound of my name being called loudly. As i struggled to stand up, the girl Jason brought last night bursted into my room. “Skyla, Jason said you should heat up water for my bath” she said arrogantly, crossing her arms across her chest.

I laughed “isn't there a perfectly working water heater in any bathtub you go into.? Or do you think here's a village.?” I asked furiously but she just turned and walked away. My anger still brewed but i forced myself to calm down.

Suddenly, i heard my name being called by Jason. Muttering under my breath, i reluctantly went to reply. As soon as he saw me, a slap landed on my cheek.

“Why didn't you heat up water for Janice.?” He roared and i stared at him in shock. Anger slowly rose in me “you ask me to heat up water for her, why not as well ask me to bath her.? As i can clearly see, she isn't handica….” I was cut short as a painful blow landed on my face.

He kicked me on my stomach and i fell to the ground as he beat me up merciless. Janice watched with a smug smile on her face. Whatever object his hand touched, he used it to hit me.

“The next time you dare to talk back at me, I'll make sure i cut out your tongue” he threatened and walked away with Janice. I sat crying on the floor. Although this isn't the first time he's beating me, but this is the first time he's hitting me over something minor and because of a mistress.

I covered my ears in pain as i began to hear their loud moans again from the bathroom. Staggering to my room, i was shocked when i saw my face in the mirror. My right eye was swollen and purple. So were my cheeks.

With shaky hands and feet, i made my way to the refrigerator and took out a pack of ice, wincing in pain as i held it over my face. Jason and his mistress walked downstairs, roaring with laughter as they left the mansion. They didn't pay attention to me and pretended like i was invisible.

“Your breakfast sir.” The chef respectfully said handing him a cup of coffee. “Are you blind.? Will you go get another cup for Janice.!” He shouted at her and she scrambled away in fright.

Maliciously, Janice raised the cup to her lips and immediately splashed the whole cup of hot coffee on the maid. “You did this deliberately.! You made the coffee tasteless because I aren't Skyla.” She cried pitifully. Jason quickly hugged her and slapped the maid across her face.

“The next time you try this., You'll be fired” he threatened and walked out with Janice who smirked triumphantly at us.

“Sorry Maria.” I comforted her in a cracked voice but she just smiled softly. “Its okay.. atleast I'm in a more better shape than you're” she said.

“But Miss Skyla, don't you think you should leave this mansion.? This man treats you like trash. Flirts as he likes, beat you up when drunk and then apologizes like a psychopath. When I just started working here few months ago, I didn't even know you were his wife until recently” she continued looking at me with pity.

I shook my head “you won't understand Maria, I've nowhere else to go” i said. “Then just find a job, you can stay at my rented apartment for sometime. File for a divorce! Just take a look at yourself” she chided touching my swollen cheek and i yelped in pain.

“You see….” The sharp sound of my phone ringing cut her off. I glanced at the screen and a smile lit up my face. “Thanks for the advice, I'll think about it” i said and picked the call.

“Hey girl…. How are you.?” my best friend, Annie asked gaily. I sighed “Ann i honestly don't know how i feel..” i said sorrowfully. “He beat you up again.?” She asked with understanding but only my sobs replied her.

“Oh gosh girl…. He's gonna kill you one day.” She said and suddenly, i heard the sound of a kiss from the other end. “Micheal is around.?” I asked.

“Umm.. y.ea..he..he’s” she replied, suddenly sounding flustered. “I guess I'll….” A sharp knock on the door cut me off and my heart immediately began to pound in fear.

I hanged up and cautiously walked to the door, praying Jason wasn't the one. As i opened the door, i heard a loud shout.