A Forbidden Romance

Chapter Thirty Five

Reader's POV:

An overbearing silence hung like a canopy over the room, almost suffocating, only disturbed momentarily by the sudden click of the door shutting to as Billie's husband uninvitedly stepped in, floorboards creaking tauntingly beneath his weight. So this was him? The piece of shit who thought it was acceptable to abuse his wife.. your girlfriend.

"So.. you're a dyke now Billie?" He sneered, almost sounding amused, the deepness of his voice slicing through the air that had become thick with every passing second, each second counted by the heavy thump of your heart.

Your body tensed, every muscle contracting as you clenched your fists but before you could do or say anything Billie's hand wrapped firmly around your arm; an eloquent plea to remain calm, in other words don't piss him off. You had to physically bite your tongue to stop from shouting profanity's at the son of a bitch, feet remained planted to the spot, barely moving an inch as you refrained from marching over there and punching him square in the jaw.

"Little young for you Billie, don't you think?" His dark, malicious eyes flicked from the blonde down to you, slowly looking you over, making your skin crawl. It was only then you realised how hard you had been biting down on your tongue as the tangy, metallic taste of blood lingered in your mouth. Swallowing thickly you opened your mouth, unable to hold back any longer, but Billie had beat you to it as she moved you protectively behind her.

"Ian.." she warned, hand still clutching your arm a little less tightly now. "We're over, who I date now is none of your goddam business." You slowly eased her grip off your arm, lacing your fingers reassuringly through hers. Her hand was steady compared to yours which was shaking with anger.

"You're still my fucking wife!" He seethed, footsteps growing closer. "So yes it is my goddam business!" His voice was low, quiet, but there was evidently so much hatred behind his words.

"Maybe you should have treated her better you abusive asshole!" Your words seemed to strike a nerve as his gaze met yours, the corner of his lip curling into a snarl which soon turned into an evil grin, followed by a low chuckle.

"Maybe you should mind your own fucking business you little whore!" He spat the last word out like it was supposed to hurt you but it just made you seethe with anger, and then in the blink of an eye Billie's reflexes kicked in and palm met cheek, the sting of the slap bouncing off all four walls.

"Don't you dare speak to her like that you bastard!" Her hand dropped yours before she shoved Ian in the chest hard enough for him so stumble but he remained upright grasping for balance, a wave of shock and fury painting his features in a dark light.

Everything that followed seemed to happen in slow motion. Clenching his fist his arm drew back, seconds away from hitting Billie in the face, 3.. 2.. but before the last second where fist met face you shoved Billie out of the way just in time. Suddenly submerged in an ocean of pain, resembling the worlds worst hangover as his knuckles caught your cheekbone. The room span violently around you as you steadied yourself against the wall. You squeezed your eyes shut and you could faintly hear Billie's voice as she screamed at her husband to get out, repeatedly hitting him and pushing him back. You couldn't quite depict what was being said, it felt like you were underwater.

You slowly opened your eyes, silently watching the scene unfold in front of you, voices gradually getting louder and louder until you could now understand every word. Billie's gaze met yours, a look of guilt draining the colour from her usual vibrant complexion. She was by your side in an instant, cradling you against her chest, fingers delicately dancing over the red mark just below your eye which would soon turn into a bruise no doubt, how would you explain that one to your parents?