Chapter Nine ~ Ariana

~Sensitive Content below~

I had every right to bring this matter to the authorities but I forgave him and now he said I was exaggerating? How dare he?

"Damien you forced yourself on me!" I said with more emotion than I intended. His nonchalance made me regret forgiving him as easily as I did.

He exhaled sharply. "Ariana you promised to not bring this up again."

"I did because you also promised to stop drinking!" I argued.

"Just let it go. It happened way before Ava was conceived. It's in the past."

"Get me that sleeping bag." I said clippedly, putting an end to the conversation.

"Have it your way then." He said and stepped out.

I waited for him to get my sleeping bag and exit the room before letting myself cry as I relived the experience in my mind. I understood that we were married but rape was rape.

That night, I waited up for him after making sure our toddlers were asleep in their bedroom. Damien finally stumbled in close to midnight, drunk as a skunk and I got mad at that.