Ruin me father-in-law

CHAPTER 2.

Olivia ’S POV.

Running as fast as my legs could carry me, I had no idea where I was going or where I was, all I wanted was to get as far away from Ethan as possible.

I wanted to escape to a place where their betrayal wouldn’t hurt but it felt like no matter how fast I ran or how hard I tried to forget, their betrayal just wouldn’t leave me alone. It clung to me.

Finally stopping, my knees felt so weak that I fell ass down to the ground, pain rippling through my entire being and unable to keep it in anymore, I screamed until my lungs hurt.

My chest tightened and breathing has never felt so hard before, it hurts to even take a single breath. My body burnt and every single part of my body shivered as I was reminded time and time again of their betrayal.

How could I be so blind?

It was obvious. The proofs were always there but I’d been too blind to see it.

A tiny part of me was aware of the fact that he was cheating on me but I was too blinded by the perfect marriage I’d built in my mind to admit the fact that my husband had been cheating on me.

I’ve always wanted a picture perfect marriage and I got it when I said Yes to Ethan but I was wrong, there was nothing perfect about our marriage.

The late nights and excuses that followed, the lipstick stains, the cologne and the flimsy excuses that always followed.

How stupid does a person have to be to be completely oblivious to those things.

Hot tears trickled down my throat and I yielded to the compulsive sobs that racked my throat as I sat on the floor, crying until my eyes could barely stay open and my body felt too weak to do anything but sit.

Wiping off my tears with shaky hands, I managed to help myself up even though my body would much rather remain in the same spot and looking around the unfamiliar place, I started walking.

What do I do now? Where the hell am I even going to?

More tears welled up in my eyes but I did all that I could to make sure that not a single tear dropped as I bit my lower lip until it throbbed like a pulse. 

I’d rather die than waste more tears on that son of a bitch.

Walking like a half dead chicken on the road, I thought of the best place to go but since I had no idea where I was, I followed the sound of music until I was standing right in front of a bar.

Right. Alcohol. That’s just what I need.

Smiling to myself as hot stinging tears slid down my cheeks, I made my way into the nearest bar and walked into the noisy room filled with tons of strangers.

I’ve always hated places like this but right now, I wasn’t thinking. The loud music was ear piercing and I felt as though my ears were bleeding already as I walked directly to the counter, where the bartender was.

“Give me your strongest liquor.” I ordered, rummaging through my bag for cash and sliding it over the table at him.

The bartender’s brow raised as he carefully scrutinized me and there was only so much a teary eyes, smudgy mascara and croaked voice could tell him.

Without questions, he turned around and got my order started before sliding the glass over to me but I downed it all in just a single minute before asking for another.

My chest burned and I’ve never been able to hold my alcohol but I needed it right now, I need to get the ugly image of my boyfriend fucking my best friend hard and fast into the bed out of my head.

The thought of it was enough to make my blood boil and I couldn’t stop drinking as the bartender handed me my drinks until he pitied me so much that I could tell he felt bad for giving me more alcohol.

The tears I’ve been trying to hold back soon started streaming down my eyes uncontrollably as I hiccuped, the loud music in the bar had completely stopped and everywhere fell silent as I cried.

How could he do that to me? He knows how much I love him, why did he?

Have I not been satisfying enough for him? Why my best friend? Five years of marriage, five years of loyalty and this is what I get?

“More, please!” I yelled so that I could be heard over the loud music. The bartender looked worried but he had to do his job and soon, he came with more.

My eyes struggled to stay open as I kept on drinking until the bar looked as though it was upside down and I could feel my heart feeling even heavier.

“Another!” I screamed again, desperate to hide this feeling, the extremely unbearable pain that threatened to tear me apart until I was completely reduced to nothing.

“I’m sorry ma’am but I really can’t get you more—”

“GET IT OR I SWEAR TO GOD YOU’RE GOING TO LOSE YOUR FUCKING JOB!” I threatened, the words grinding between my teeth as they made their way out.

Terrified, the bartender had no choice but to get me my drinks. The feelings weighed really heavily on my shoulders, my stomach was still clenched tight and I needed every possible way out.

I need to escape this feeling and I can’t believe I’m taking Olivia’s advice, she had told me that alcohol always helped, it’s the best way to drown your feelings and that’s what I’m doing right now.

Drowning my feelings.

My mind was a barrage of thoughts and as I slid off the stool I was sitting on, my legs were wobbly as I made my way through the crowded room with the tears falling as though the floodgates had been opened.

“Ouch!” I winced when my head hit something and my wobbly legs made it difficult for me to remain standing as I staggered but a pair of large hands grabbed me before I could hit the ground.

My eyes fluttered open as I looked into the eyes staring right at me and I felt my heart stop beating as my breath hitched, it was blurry but I could still see him.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he helped me stand and I couldn’t help but take my eyes all over him. He looked oddly familiar but his musky scent was taking me completely out of it as I stared at this tall glass of fine wine in front of me.

He’s hot. I’d admit that.

“Let. Me. Go.” I gritted, each word punctuated by my hiccups. The last thing I wanted was to be around any man and without a single fight, he released me.

I hadn’t gone too far when I heard a loud whistling in my head, “look at that slut,” I heard a voice different from the one I’d heard earlier say behind me and I felt anger prick at me.

“Come here, baby girl, we can show you a really good time.” The voice came again and with my blood boiling, I turned around to do something but my legs failed me and I staggered again but this time, I really fell.

“Look at you,” I looked up to see three different men hovering over me, “let us help you.” Another of the men said and I felt a large hand pull me up.

It didn’t take long for me to feel another large pair of hands on my ass while another fondled my boobs. I was drunk, weak and I hated myself for coming here in the first place.

“Leave me…..” I said but my words came out as an alcoholic slur, getting lost somehow as the men tightened their grips around me and before I knew it, I couldn’t move.

I was helpless as filthy hands explored my body. I thrashed, a vain attempt to put up a fight but I lost and soon, I heard rippling as my skin pricked with cold.

“Somebody, help me.” I muttered, closing my eyes weakly as these men did to my body what their drunk selves wanted.

I felt really dirty.

“GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF HER!” A loud bark caused me to open my eyes at once and before I could even blink, the men harassing me were all on the ground, right at my feet.

My gaze lifted and I stared into the eyes of the man that had just saved me from being sexually abused right after being heartbroken by my jerk ass husband.

My pussy throbbed and I hated to admit that this man got a reaction out of me, jolts of pleasure and desire shot through my inner thighs as I swallowed.

“Hey, are you hurt?” He asked, his voice made me melt like ice and I knew that I had to get out of here before I did something I never imagined myself doing.

“I’m fine.” I muttered as I turned to leave, shivering like a homeless cat under the rain but his large hands clamped down on me, turning me around until I was staring right into his eyes.

“You don’t look fine and I’d be damned if I let a drunk lady walk alone in a place like this.” He responded, the bass in his voice sent chills running down my spine and for a moment, the world seemed to stop.

Oh God.

“You’re so handsome,” I blurted out before I could think, it must’ve been the alcohol talking, “and you’re right, I’m not fine, I’m sad.” I responded, a little too honest with my feelings with a stranger.

Also the alcohol.

“Thank you for that and sad? Why are you sad? You’re too pretty to be sad.” He responded and a resigned sigh left my chest as I looked up at him, he looked old and at the same time very fucking hot.

“I mean, a lot has happened and I have no one to talk to, I don’t even have a friend…... anymore.” I continued talking, very thankful that I’d taken more than enough alcohol because I really didn’t want to remember this tomorrow, I staggered again and again, he caught me.

“Let’s get you seated, you can barely stand,” he said as he wrapped his arm around my waist and led me to an empty seat, “what do you want to talk about? I might be able to lend a listening ear.” He smiled and I felt my heart turning over.

“Oh, right, the talk….” I belched, “isn’t really talking…” my voice trailed off, heat rushing to my cheeks but he only laughed as he inched closer to me.

“And what kind of talk isn’t really talking?” He inquired, hot breath brushing against my face, causing me to let out a shaky breath as I took a whiff of his cologne.

“You really want to know?” I asked, leaning into him a little too much, “the filthy kind.”