Forbidden feelings- Billie dean Howard

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍?

                                
                               (TW⚠️ Abuse)

( Billies POV )

As soon as I stepped outside hearing the door slam shut behind me, I felt my husband grasp onto my arm as hard as possible, practically dragging me over to our house. I felt a burning pain in my arm by how hard he was grabbing on, not letting go. My body was filled with fear. When he got angry, it was always unpredictable what he was going to do to me. He did different things based on the way he felt, and I wasn't looking forward to finding out.

I was freezing to death, and these silk pajamas didn't make it any easier to stay warm.

I was hoping for Y/N to walk right out the door, and take me from my husbands grasp. So we could go back inside, and this nightmare would all go away. But I knew that wasn't going to happen. She looked terrified of him. I don't blame her.

After what felt like forever, we reached the entrance to the house. He still wasn't letting go and my arm was starting to feel numb. He took out the keys in his pocket with his free hand and started unlocking the door aggressively.

The door creaked open. I saw bottles of beer scattered all over the floor, candy wrappers, and chip bags everywhere. "Tonight, for your punishment I want you to do what I fucking say and if you don't like it, I don't want to hear any complaining come out of that damn mouth of yours."

I couldn't help but feel terrified hearing those words. The only thing that crossed my mind was wishing Y/N was here to stop this. I felt helpless.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" He nearly yelled so loud it woke the tired out of me. I looked up at him nodding my head, too scared to speak.

"Good"." He released the grip from my arm throwing me onto the couch. Who knew what he was going to try and do. I quickly looked down at my arm, seeing a huge red mark on the area he grabbed me.

There was a sharp pain that didn't go away until minutes later. Tears filled my eyes, but I wiped them away quickly not daring to let them escape.

I watched as he walked over to me. Slowly putting his hand on my chin, raising it up. I was now making eye contact with him. I tried my best to hide the fear in my eyes. I couldn't show him how terrified I was.

"What are those you got on? Silk pajamas? Did you borrow those from your girlfriend? He laughed sarcastically then took his hand off my chin, his face now quickly changing from a sarcastic look, to a jealous one. "ANSWER ME" I could almost swear I could go deaf if I listened to him yell any longer.

"y-you're drunk again" It was hard to form a sentence. The looks he was giving me left me too frightened to try and get any words out. I know he was drunk. He always was. It was nothing new.

"That wasn't the damn question was it? I'm going to ask you one more time. Why the fuck are you wearing that useless girls pajamas? Where you fucking around with her? Is that what it was?"

He was getting closer to me, his breath smelt like beer. It was a strong, awful smell.

"Honey i'm not into woman. You know that." That was a lie, but obviously he couldn't know that. Ive always found myself being attracted to woman more than men growing up, but never brought myself to actually face that feeling.