My Husband Hates Me.

His hands on her arm hurt like hell but for the little pride she had left, she didn't cry out. She just followed him quietly as he dragged her roughly to a private spot. Then he left her.

'What kind of game are you playing now, huh? What game, you l-little wench?' He spat through his teeth.

She did not even look him in the face for fear of what he could do to her in his anger. She just looked down at her bare toes while rubbing the sore spot on her arm.

'When I talk to you, you look at me.' He growled.

She lifted up her head slowly and squared her shoulders.

'You saw that I fell asleep and you could not even wake me. You left me in that chopper and carried on with your life. I was tired and hungry. Why did you bring me out here if you are going to treat me like trash? I felt abandoned.'

'Wait a minute, young lady' Louis threw his head backwards and laughed. 'Do you think you are here for a vacation or something?'

'I know I am not-' Wendy started to say

'Oh, you know. Are you sure yo