May's Pov"Get your ass over here, you little bitch! Where the fuck have you been, huh? Whoring around somewhere?"A sharp cry escaped my lips as a hand fisted in my hair, yanking me backward so hard my neck cracked.Well, there went my peaceful evening.Standing before me was my sweet, loving husband, James Collins, looking like he'd just crawled out of a dumpster and decided to make it his personality. His hair was a disheveled mess, his eyes bloodshot and wild, and was that vomit on his shirt? The stench of cheap liquor and stale cigarettes hit my nose like a physical blow.Wonderful. He's been drinking again."Answer me, bitch!" he roared, spittle flying from his lips.I flinched, lowering my gaze as his grip tightened. The pain was a sharp, familiar sting."N-no, I wasn't." I forced my voice to tremble. "After work at the preschool, I was called for tutoring jobs. That's why I came home late."I even managed to look suitably frightened, complete with trembling lips and watery eye
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