Her Redemption

1. Enough is enough

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains sexual assault.

I arrive home holding onto a sleeping baby, rushing around quietly not wanting to wake up Tommy.

I just picked him up from my moms house as I left work today and he was done for when he got into the carseat.

The house is a mess, dishes not washed, shoes thrown in the entrance.

Ever since I stopped being a stay at home mom, the house is always destroyed.

I'm the only one who cleans, cooks, pays most of the bills.

I'm a porn star.

Obviously not the most traditional job in the world. But it pays the necessities and my son is fed and that's all I care about.

I've been back in the industry for a few months now. I use to do it when I was fresh out of high school to pay for college. Then when I graduated I stopped and became a fifth grade teacher for special needs kids and then two years later an assistant principal for a private elementary school. Seven years pass by, married and pregnant, they let me go instead of giving me maternity leave. I should've sued them but I was too nice. Too pregnant to bother.

Now almost eight months later, I have to suffice on sucking dick again because my husband, Enrique, doesn't want to pay for anything that involves Tommy. He's a surgeon, has enough money to feed most people on the street and would still rather me work to put food on the table.

I haven't done scenes with anyone though since I returned back into the industry--it's only been kinks and solo work.

When I tried getting back into education, they said with a history as mine, I wouldn't be able to. My question for them was how did I get into it before?

Discrimination

My past is my past. I did what I had to do to provide for myself and my future.

Funnily enough, Enrique said he didn't care what I did to support myself and Tommy as long as there was a transaction.

He treats me like shit. It wasn't always like this. We met four years ago at a work conference and instantly fell in love and got married. He never cared that I was younger than him. He never cared that I was in the industry. Said he use to watch me all the time to get off and loved it. Until I had Tommy.

He says my body isn't the same anymore. My tits are too lopsided because of breastfeeding. My stretch marks on my hips and stomach are a turn off for him.

I only ever see him in the morning when he's getting ready for work or when he comes home drunk off his mind and then he's gone again.

He said I was too fat and too lazy to stay home and that I needed a job.

I weight 120 pounds and we live in a freaking mansion.

I walk down the hallway to Tommy's room and place him in his crib.

I pick up the house, wash all the dishes and eat leftover dinner from the night before. I take another shower taking off all the grime from today and finally lay into bed making sure the monitor in Tommy's room is on just in case he needs me.

I open my kindle and begin reading a new book I fell in love with that has a sexy hockey player in it. I love a good enemies to lovers romance. They're the best kind.

A few hours later, invested in the book, the front door closes loudly and I wince internally checking the monitor to make sure Tommy is still sleeping.

Enrique waltz in the room in his dark blue scrubs, reeking of alcohol and stumbling to walk.

I roll my eyes and continue reading. If I speak he will wake up Tommy and I don't want that.