Abusive husband

Debbie.

He turned to look at the watch on his wrist. “Look, it's not even up to 2 hours since you both said ‘I do.’” His gaze went back to me.

“Can you do this? Live with that monster?” he asked.

I swallowed my truth.

“I… I… I don't understand, Rex. I uhm… I know Black may have his bad sides, but we all do, and uhm…”

“That's ok.” He nodded, cutting me off my supposed stupid excuses.

“But if you ever get tired, you can always come.” He said with a voice that sounded everything like an assurance.

With that, he turned, walking out of the scene.

I exhaled. I know they feel like I may be suffering in their brother's arms, but… the truth is… they don't understand.

A few minutes later, we were all at the reception.

“Hey… Debbie.” I looked, and it was Rex and Rain.

“Congratulations, Debbie.” Rex greeted with a small smile. I smiled back. “Thank you, Rex.”

“Where's River?” Black, who was seated beside me, asked.

River was the third of the triplet brothers. Also the eldest. He was absent from the wedding and somehow, it seems like I knew why. 

“Do I look like his keeper?” Rain snapped at Black. “Maybe you should call him and ask him why.”

They were always like this with each other, and I had never understood why.

Rex, on the other hand, answered Black. 

“He said he wouldn't be coming. He’s got some stuff to do.” he answered calmly, but his gaze was still on me. Like he saw things anyone wasn't seeing.

Just then my phone buzzed.

I clicked it open.

**Hello sweetheart,

I’m sorry I wasn't there. Just couldn’t watch you get married to that jerk.

Also, I don't wish you the best in this marriage.

Still can't believe you are getting married to that mad man.

Always remember that I wanted the best for you.

And the best, of course, is me.

B-in-law—River.**

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One year later…

“Get back here now, you buffalo!” Black’s voice on the other side of the door.

Yeah you heard him right. Buffalo. That had been my regular name in this marriage. I was never the regular slim girl, model standard body, with a killer hourglass shape. I'm what they would call fat. And of course. Buffalo.

Black from the beginning seemed not to have a problem with my look until. He did. 

Right now, I was sweating. Gasping for breath, my heart heaved. Beating frantically against my chest. I looked at my hand, and there—

the deep cut, dripping red liquid, was a testament of Black's violence.

It's been one year of torture. One year of pain, tears, agony, accompanied with body shaming.

“Open this door, or I will break it!” he barked, banging on the door.

Shit. I had to stand up. But my back— my back hurt so badly. I could even cry at this point because it was worthless.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

His hand hit the door.

“Debbie! Open this fucking door, or you will regret the day you came to earth!” he roared.

Shit.

I knew Black.

And if there's one thing I have learnt in this one year of marriage, it is the fact that Black's words weren't a joke.

He had once beaten me to the point that I saw what looked like my ancestors, and it only took the grace of the Supreme for me to be alive.

I pressed my fingers on the floor, supporting myself to get up.

In seconds, I was up. I looked around, and there was only one way to leave here.

The window.

I chuckled. A sad sound.

Because there was no way I would fit in through the window.

Unless…

My eyes looked around…

The baseball bat.

I rushed to it. Picking it up, the bat connected with the glass.

Shattering it. Four more hits, and I was sure I could pass through.

Instantly,

My head popped out of the window. But not before—

Bang!

A forceful hit. The door had jarred open.

I didn't need to look. I knew that he had broken the door and he was already inside.

My eyes squinted, bracing myself for the worst. Whoever told me I could run out of this house was a liar.

Then I felt it.

The tight grip of his fist on my arm. “Come here, you motherfucking idiot!”

He pulled me back carelessly. Not caring that my neck was still stuck on the window.

My neck pressed against remaining pieces of glass on the window.

“I'm sorry!” I wailed.

As he pulled me—

Slap!

His hand connected with my face. A hard slap that left a metallic taste in my mouth.

Tears, uncontrollable, rolled down my eyes as I fell to the floor.

“You shattered my fucking window, you good-for-nothing elephant! Do you know how much that glass costs?” He kicked me. Sending pains to my ribs.

“I'm… I… I'm sorry, Black. I… promise… I will fix it. Please. Please…” I begged in-between sobs.

He scoffed. Bending low such that our faces were now just inches apart. “Bitch, did I just hear you say fix?” He chuckled wickedly. “You couldn't even fix your weight!”

“Please…” I begged. “Please. I’ll… I’ll do anything. Please.” I begged, in a low, cracked, and exhausted tone.

I saw his tongue lining his upper lip. A gesture he always did when he was irritated.

He turned, his eyes roaming around the room, and I knew why.

He was probably looking for something to hit me with.

“I think it's high time you learnt your lesson.” He said, nodding to himself. “I have been too soft on you that you forgot who I am,” he said, standing up and still looking around.

I started crawling backwards. I knew I couldn't run away. But at least let me just crawl away until it was time for my punishment to start.

But as I crawled back, my hand felt something.

Something hard.

The bat.

The bat that I had used to shatter that window.

I looked at Black, and he had his back to me. Still looking around for something to hit me with.

“I would fucking show you that you don't get to question my orders in this house! I fucking own you! And whatever—”

I didn't think. I just did whatever my heart said to do right now.

One moment I was crumpled on the floor. The next, I was standing with the bat in my hand.

Bang.

The bat connected with Black’s head. Instantly, he slumped. Falling to the bed.

My heartbeat spiked.

My eyes widening briefly.

I slowly walked towards him, nudging his body with the bat in my hand and…

Nothing. He just lay there, still and almost lifeless.

There’s no time to think, Debbie. Run.

I moved to the desk, grabbing the only thing I needed.

My phone.

I ran out the room. Thankfully, today was an off day for the guards and housekeepers. Nobody was here to get hold of me.

I moved with all the strength in me, running as fast as my feet could carry me.

Normally, I wouldn't run as fast as I was running. But in the face of this danger, I was faster than Usain Bolt.

After minutes of running through the long lonely roads, I came out to a busy road where cars were passing through.

My heart was still not settled because I wasn’t sure how long a bat can keep an Alpha off.

I looked at the phone in my hand, Scrolling through my contacts.

There were only three numbers here.

Three numbers that I hadn't called in almost a year because Black wouldn't let me communicate with anyone.

Rain, Rex, River.

I didn't want to call Rain. He was always worked up, and I don't know… he might overreact.

And Rex—if I called him, would he come? I wasn't sure.

River.

My hand, without contemplating, moved to the last contact, dialing the number.

I always was more comfortable with River. He seemed selfless, free, and somehow I believed he would be here.

First ring, second ring and—

“Debbs,” the familiar voice from the other side called.

Thank God he still had my number after all these while.

“Hello, River, please, I need your help.” I rasped.

“Debbs, are you alright?” he asked, his voice panicked.

I swallowed the sorrow brewing inside my throat.

“I… I…” I tried to say. But my mouth was unable to form more words.

“Where are you?” he asked.

I looked around. “I'm outside the estate, first entrance to the woods.”

“I'm coming.” And with that, he hung up.

My body was already trembling.

The last thing I wanted was for Black to meet me here. So I had to devise a means so that even if he came through this path, he wouldn't see me.

I looked around, and there was this store. Abandoned.

I quickly moved beside it.

I didn't know how long it would take River to come here, but I was ready to wait.

After 20 minutes of waiting,

I heard it—the screeching sound of a car. I popped my head out from behind the walls and…

There. A white Lamborghini.

Black wasn't someone who loved fancy, so I knew that wasn't him.

It must be River. I stepped out of the hiding place and hurried over to the car.

The door pushed open even before I got close. My eyes darted to the driver seat and… it wasn't River.

It was Rain.

“Holy fuck!” Rain cursed as his brow furrowed.