A Forbidden Romance

Chapter Thirty

*Contains abusive themes*
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Billie's POV:

"WHO THE FUCK IS HE!?"

Billie flinched at his sudden burst of anger, and she could physically feel her face slowly drain of all colour. His eyes grew darker, almost blackening. His mouth set in an angry line, face red with rage as he towered over the blonde, so close she could practically taste the bitterness of the whisky that lingered on his breath.

"Don't be ridiculous." She muttered, attempting to move out of his way but to no avail as his hand tightened around her upper arm before he slammed her roughly against the wall, almost knocking the wind out of her.

"Don't fucking lie to me! Do you think I'm stupid? All those extra hours at school, going away for the weekend to a fancy hotel.." he seethed, and Billie could barely bring herself to look him in the eye. She tried to shake him off her but his grip just tightened.

"You're one to talk!" She suddenly spat. "You think I don't notice when you come home smelling of another woman's perfume? The only reason I haven't said anything is because frankly I couldn't care less. Go fuck whoever you want." He didn't need to confirm her suspicions, she could detect what she already knew in his cold, dark eyes.

"We're not talking about me right now." He growled, avoiding her question. She didn't have the energy to fight him on it. "Did you fuck him in our bed whilst I was at work?" He asked, returning to his earlier argument, Billie's accusations long forgotten.

"No.." she finally spoke, her voice was barely audible, leaving her lips in a pained whisper as she lifted her gaze. "I'm not fucking anybody, but could you blame me if I was?" She was done being pushed around by her husband, done being scared of him. She would rather die than have to put up with this any longer. Their marriage ended a long time ago, the first time he ever laid a finger on her.

"And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" He growled.

"You already think you know everything, you work it out." Finally, she managed to shake him off. The top of her arm throbbed like crazy, another bruise to add to the collection of the never ending marks that littered her skin, although they'd pretty much all faded now, offering him a blank canvas for more because that's how the cycle went.

For a moment she thought it was over, he looked defeated, shoulders slumped as he took a step back. She almost felt bad for him, almost, not quite. He regarded her for a moment as he worked out what to do next. He half turned, gaze drifting out of the window. His silence was scarier than when he was actually yelling at her, you never knew what to expect with him.

Billie exhaled slowly, but just as she was about to sneak past him, the blonde found herself on the receiving end of his fury once again as he back handed her across the face. Of course she was used to it, but that did nothing to quell the shock and fear that was implemented onto her when it happened. On instinct she let out a quiet whimper as her hand rubbed softly at her cheek, feeling her skin blazing beneath her fingers, accompanied by a incessant pounding in her head. Her lip was also bleeding, most likely from his wedding ring and she delicately ran a finger over the throbbing flesh, pulling away with a smear of blood on the pad of her finger.

"Well, I guess you just answered your own question.." she spoke once the shock had worn off, now it was her husband who was left shocked and confused when Billie started to laugh bitterly; a response he'd never received from her before, but long gone was the woman who willingly took his abuse and was brainwashed to believe that she was responsible for his hot headed behaviour. "Yeah.. I am fucking somebody else." She almost couldn't believe what she was saying but failed to stop herself, not that she wanted to. She wanted to hurt him, dig the knife in a little deeper, give him a taste of his own poisonous medicine that he'd been forcing down her throat for years.

"I've been fucking them for months and you had no fucking idea. They know how to make me feel good, something you could never do, and you know what else? They don't abuse women." There was so much malice to her voice, more harsh truths on the tip of her tongue but the look on his face was priceless so she had to stop to take a moment to observe. His jaw was clenched so tight she could faintly see the veins in his neck pop. His dark, beady eyes flickered down to her blood coated lip, no doubt admiring his handy work.

"You get a kick out of this don't you? Is it exciting for you? Does it get you going? Because I don't fight back? You can push me around, control me, hit me, and I won't do shit? Because you own me right?" A phrase she'd heard all too often. She held up her left hand, gesturing to the wedding ring on her finger, slowly slipping it off she threw it at him, feeling a hint of triumph as she watched the piece of metal hit the side of his head and land somewhere on the kitchen floor. "Well you don't own shit. Not anymore."

"You better fucking stop-"

"Why? Am I damaging your ego?" Billie mocked, sticking out her bottom lip in a childlike way. "Because I'm finally standing up to you after all these years? The truth hurts doesn't it?"

"You're going to regret-"

"Why? You going to hit me again? How about a kick to the ribs? It's been a while since you did that.." when he didn't answer or so much as blink she continued. "No.. you prefer to catch me off guard, so I can't defend myself. You like it when I'm helpless and vulnerable don't you?"

He clenched his fists and Billie could visibly see him shaking, itching to hit her again. "Go on then.." she prompted pushing herself away from the wall to stand directly in front of him. "Hit me."

Shoving her against the wall, she didn't even flinch, the pathetic act only drew a cynical laugh from the blonde. He rose a fist just as she suspected and she waited patiently, gaze locked firmly with his. "Go on then. Hit. Me." She repeated, her tone unreserved and confident, because she knew he wouldn't do it, but even if he did she simply didn't care anymore.

Lowering his fist, he took a step back as he glowered at her, looking her up and down with disgust. "You're not even worth it." He spat. "Only ever good for a quick fuck anyway."

"Get the fuck out," Billie growled whilst simultaneously slapping him across the face. The corner of his mouth lifted up into a smirk as he hesitated, and Billie new he was about to challenge her, refuse to leave because this was technically his house, but before he could get a word in Billie spoke again. "I suggest you get the fuck out or I'll scream bloody murder and have the police here in 2 minutes."

His smirk slowly vanished as he contemplated his options. After a few seconds he sighed heavily. "This isn't over." He muttered pointing a finger in the blondes face.

"Yes it is." She retorted standing her ground. After a moment, without saying a word he turned to leave, not without flipping over the kitchen table first. He slammed the front door with so much force, Billie feared it had been taken off its hinges. Her legs gave way and she collapsed onto the floor, hugging her knees to her chest as hot tears streamed down her face.

Pulling her phone from her pocket, she angrily threw it across the room, watching with pure satisfactory as it shattered to pieces, he wasn't going to be tracking her anymore. A sense of relief washed over her as she glanced down at her bare finger that no longer held a meaningless wedding ring. An agonising weight was lifted from her shoulders. Their marriage, which couldn't be further from a marriage, had finally concluded, she was a free woman. Oh so she thought.

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