My Murderous Finale - ✔️

Chapter 19

****TRIGGER WARNING****
Spousal sexual assault

That night, after showering I crawled in the guest bed at my brother's house. I only had a few more weeks before I planned on leaving Evan. Why I had thought being reckless this close to freedom was beyond me. But even with knowing how bad I'd messed up, I couldn't help the smile that crept across my face as I thought of the night. I felt a slight ache between my thighs and squeezed them together, missing the lustful intrusion from earlier.

My smile faltered as I remembered the explosive ending to my night. I rolled over onto my back and sighed. My phone buzzed on my nightstand and I reached for it knowing who it was.

Elliott, talk to me please.

TThe text read and before I had a chance to think of a response he texted again

Elliott I'm so sorry. I shoulda been more careful can we please talk about this.

I had no idea what I wanted to say, or what I even should say. I locked my phone and threw it on the table. I'd never fall asleep at this point, my Brain was in overdrive. I grabbed my phone again, closed the affirmation messages Milo had sent me without reading them and then ordered an Uber home. This being yet another thing I didn't want to burden my brother with come morning time. I arrived home a little after midnight to a dark and empty house. I changed into my pajama shorts and tee shirt before climbing into my cold sheets and crying myself to sleep.

I was jolted awake by the alarm system going off. Glancing over at the clock, I realized I'd barely slept an hour. I didn't expect Evan home until closer to sunrise. Which had been better for me given the current level of violence in our relationship. I stood in front of the bedroom door, my hand on my cell phone. I quickly glanced down at my phone and pulled up Kellan's number, ready to hit send the moment things started to go awry.

Evan burst through the bedroom door. It flew violently into the wall behind it, leaving a whole where the handle was. I jumped at the sudden loudness echoing through the previously silent room. I immediately hit send, hoping Kellan would answer and know he needed to show up. My heart pounded in my chest and it felt like my throat was full of cotton.

" Well, if it isn't my own little slut here to welcome me home, how pleasant" Evan crooned.

It was anything but pleasant. I wanted to crawl out of my own skin every time he looked me in the eyes. He did tonight, look me in the eyes. And when he did I saw his pupils swimming, he was more drunk than usual. I tried so hard not to glance at my phone to see if kellan had picked up, I just silently prayed he did.

"You know the only good thing about having you as a wife, Elliot? I can have sex whenever I want. I don't usually want it from you, but the random nights I don't have someone to play with at least I have you. You can't tell me no, we're married after all." He told me slowly walking towards me

I remained silent. Anything I said at the moment wouldn't end well for me I was assuming. He stopped a few feet in front of me and just looked at me.

"Are you mute now? Maybe dumb? Why aren't you undressing already? I said I'm going to fuck you, you should be excited!"

"Evan, I'm on my period." I lied in desperation

"Do you really think I care?" He was inches from my face and smelled horribly of vodka. " Or do you think you can tell me no?" A smile spread across his face and it was anything but a happy one.

"Evan, I just think that we should return to this conversation when we've both had some rest. I can sleep in the guest room and let you have the bed tonight." My voice was incredibly calm and I wasn't sure where the steadiness came from because I was genuinely scared for my life.

He grabbed my arm incredibly tight and pulled me into him. His hands were all over my body and I wanted to puke. I wanted to be anywhere with anyone other than right here with him. His mouth was suddenly all over mine, Licking my face. The scent of vodka was all over me. He reached for my pajama shorts and yanked at them, pulling them down my thighs. He smiled, pulling me harder to him. I felt his erection on my leg and It didn't surprise me that he was turned on by the thought of raping me. He reached for my unclothed lower half once more. He shoved a finger through my dry lips and silent tears flooded my face. I knew what he was doing and I knew what would happen to me once he found out I lied.

"You think you can lie to me huh?"

Wanting his thick fingers away from my vagina I reflexively drew my knee up. Kneeing him right In the groin. Evan released me from his death grip and his face grew red with disgust. This was going to end badly. Evan took 3 small steps back and glowered at me. Finally reaching behind him he pulled a gun out of his pants and pointed it at me. My heart fell to the floor.

"So Elliot tell me, who are you fucking in your spare time? That's what this is about right? You won't perform your wifely duty to me because you're screwing someone already? Is that it? Elliot, I thought I'd taught you better than that but i guess you're just incredibly stupid"

I couldn't breathe. I wanted to run, I wanted to scream, I wanted to beg for help but I could do nothing but stand there silently crying. Was dying the better option? Between him raping me or killing me what would I choose? I never thought he'd ever kill me. Or did it, after all the times he'd beat me did I ever question how far he'd go? And if I didn't, why hadn't I believed he would take it too far?

"I don't know Elliot," he stumbled forward a step and when he did he pulled the trigger.