I woke up in a room nearly consumed with red roses. The room turned nearly sickly sweet with all the roses. Everywhere I turned was red. The nausea hit, deciding not to give me a break. I jumped out the bed, dodging a few ladies as I bolted for the bathroom, leaving the door open in my haste. I threw myself on the toilet and gave a good throw up session. “Ma’am,” Someone was holding up my hair, another already had a towel, and one lady was just leaning next to me, staring at me throw up. My eyes were wide, coughing from how hard I had gagged. “Move,” And there he was, my husband, taking over holding my hair, his hand on my back, rubbing in circles. “What is it? Is it the flowers? Get those flowers out of the room now? Call the doctor! Tell him to get here now. I don’t care if he has to fly here but he better be here now or I will behead him myself!....” The threats kept coming, Ryan screaming at everyone and somehow calming down in between to ask me if I was okay. I got a headache
I can’t tell you what happened after. I sort of blacked out and when I came to consciousness again I was in a large bed, tucked in with blankets. The scenes came back, leaving me cold from within. I clutched the blankets closer, my chest hurting. How could he do this to me? How could I do this to myself? The tears pushed up, and squeezed out of my closed eyes to my pillow. I folded myself as I drowned in my sorrow. At first it was silent then the sob broke through. A heavy arm came over me, my body pulled to a stronger one. “I’m sorry,” The male voice kept cooing which made me cry even harder. “I’m sorry my fairy, don’t cry.” He tried to turn me around to him but failed and then I could not feel him. A thud sounded, shocking and scaring me. My eyes opened to him crunching on my side of the bed, having jumped over. I stared bewildered, more tears falling down. He quickly wiped them away, seeing the panic on his face. “I did something wrong, you can make me pay. Sho
The father of my child led me out of the restaurant with the shock still clouding me. His arm lay heavy around my shoulders, pressing me to him as if afraid I would run. My pissed friends were left behind and a part of me was happy for that. But this did not feel real. It felt like I would shake my head and it would all be gone. When a car door opened I slid in and sat down. He slid after me and his arm came back over my shoulders, bringing me closer to him. It felt unnatural, feeling uneasy.My hands were shaking so much as I lay them on my thighs. This man took the one with his large ring on it and brought it to his lips to kiss it. Then he clutched it tightly to stop it from shaking so hard. The ring felt heavy wrapped around my finger, stealing a glance at the bright emerald green asscher diamond cut. I felt the panic rise again. Was it real? It looked too expensive to be fake. I looked away before I fainted just from staring at it. “If my care and protection is not enough I
Neria’s P.O.V. It was decided, I was leaving. It was a shock my friends agreed to meet up. My nonchalant mood was gone. The fear had me on a choke hold as I sat in our table holding my tea in my shaking hands. In my head I kept going over the conversation I was about to have. It chocked me just thinking about it. I felt cold deep to the bone, not that it was cold, it was just me. My eyes ran to the door every time the bell chimed and every time it was not my friends I exhaled. It chimed again and this time I wasn’t in luck. My best friends all walked in at once as if they had been waiting for each other somewhere. I did not know whether to stand up and hug them or just smile from where I was seated. My heart began drumming harder. I was scared to even sip my tea because I would choke on it. As always, they looked stunning. Christina’s eyes met mine and that look told me she was pissed at me. In my head I ran through all the things I had done which could piss her off recently an
Ryan (Hendrix): Sorry wifey, I’m in a meeting. I will call tomorrow. Sweet dreams. I cringed just writing the words, sending the message, and hoped it would do. I went through the texts again, getting this doom for my friend. The messages made me more anxious, deciding to lock the phone and put it back on the side table. It got harder to concentrate on work and I ended up shutting down the laptop. I turned my music on, feet crossed on the bed, head thrown on the chair’s headrest. The music eased my nerves but I found myself in that shower once again. I don’t know what was worse; the way she had stared at me or the way her face had shattered from my words. Normally, I would love seeing that expression on a woman’s face as they realized I was not as easy to manipulate, but her, it haunted me.It was the last time I would see her unless she defied me, then we would have a problem. Hendrix shifted on the bed. My head jolted up, lifting my legs. For a second I thought he was just turn
RYAN’S P.O.V. If I knew she would fuck me up like this I wouldn’t have gone. I was pissed at myself. Never had I slept with the same girl twice. I thought I was done with her until Sean came back with the footage from the club. It undid everything and once again I wanted to be buried in the warm, wet thick pussy. Was this why she had gone there? To rub it onto my face that she had done what many women had failed to do. A dark chuckle escaped, pulling me deeper into my thoughts. I hoped she dealt with this herself because what I would do to her would be much much worse. “Drive faster!” I shouted out. Sean, who was seated on the passenger seat, stared back at me. I did not dare tell him. He would pester me. This could not be happening. I had been reckless with her. When I first sank in, feeling how warm and tight she was, knowing no one had touched her threw my brain cells down the drain.I shook my head. Why wasn’t she on birth control? Weren’t all women on birth control? I was a