Never again.

Chapter 2: Pain

Romain's POV
I felt bad for getting mad at Scarlett. I just needed her to answer my calls. She's my wife. She needs to understand when I call her, she needs to answer. But I still felt bad because I hate to see her sad. I decided I'm going to go see her on set and apologize. I was pulling up until I saw something. Something that made my blood boil. I saw Scarlett giving Chris Evans a tight hug. I hated that guy. He always had a crush on Scarlett. I know it. He needs to understand that she chose me. Not him. I can't believe Scarlett is still hanging out with him. She knows I don't like it. She doesn't listen to me. I will make sure she gets the message. I decided to save my energy and drive home.

Scarlett's POV
I've had such a long day today. All I want to do is go home and relax and hang out with my husband. Hopefully he cooled down. I walk in the door and see him sitting at our kitchen island. At least he was home and not at the bar. I walk over to him.
"Hey babe." I said as I kissed his cheek. He did not move. I looked at the island and saw a half bottle of whiskey and a glass. I looked concerned.
"What's wrong?" I asked. He still didn't move. He poured more whiskey in his glass and took a sip.
"You don't listen." He said coldly. I backed a away a little.
"Excuse me?" I said.
"I told you I don't like when you hang out with Chris and when I come to visit you on set today, I saw you hugging him like your life depended on it." He said coldly again. I rolled my eyes. I can't believe this conversation again.
"Oh this again? Are you serious?" I said. I was irritated beyond the point of irritation. He looked my way.
"Why don't you listen to me?" He said in the same cold tone.
"Last time I checked, I'm a grown ass woman who makes my own decisions. I don't need you telling me what I can and can't do or who I can and can't hang out with!" I said in a raised voice. I turned around heading for the door until I felt his hand wrap around my wrist. It's was tight and it hurt. I turned to see rage and anger in his eyes. I was scared. He stood up still holding onto me.
"First of all don't turn your back when I am talking to you! Second, you are my wife! You are suppose to please me! You listen to me!" He yelled tightening his grip. I tried to let go but I had no strength.
"Let go! You're hurting me!" I yelled. I was trying to hold back my tears. He didn't let go. It only got tighter.
"If you can't seem to get that, maybe this will send a message!" He yelled. Then he threw me against a table nearby and I hit my forehead on the corner and it made a huge mark that was bleeding. I was now on the floor crying. He was towering over me. He bent down and grabbed my face harshly.
"That's what you get for being a bitch. Maybe next time you'll listen to what I say." He said in a deep voice. He left go harshly and walked out the door. I ran upstairs limping because my arm and back hurt and went to our bathroom. I cried and cried and then I heard the sound of the engine of his car. He left. I locked the bathroom door and put my back against the door and sat on the floor with my head in my hands. This is that last time I can do this. I can't do this anymore. I can't continue to be treated like this. Maybe I deserved it. This was my punishment for all my mistakes. I didn't know what to do. I wiped the blood off my forehead and continued to cry. I didn't hear him come back anytime soon. He probably went to go get drunk at the bar. I stayed in the bathroom all night. Until I cried myself to sleep on the bathroom floor.