I relaxed my jaw "That's it baby, take it. You thought I forgot about you fucking my best friend to get back at me?" He grabs on the back of my head forcing himself down my throat "Make it sloppy I want to see how messy you can get. Show me how sorr...
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I hate getting flashbacks from things I don't want to remember
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"Mrs. Evans?" Followed by a hard knock on the blood-red oak wood door which is the same color that matches my bruised stained lip. Looking in the gold bathroom mirror surrounded by black and white marble walls that feels like their closing in on me and suddenly I can't breathe. Gripping the square sink in the sight of blood dripping from my bottom lip mixing in with the intoxicating gold that matches the rest of the fixtures around me. My heart beat slows and I finally realized I wasn't breathing, then I hear another earsplitting knock coming through the door. Nervously I clean my bottom lip and started fixing my once undone dress that comes to my mid-thigh covering the other bruise placed on my left leg above the seams. Applying makeup to erase the sinful actions to become the perfect barbie that I was built to be. Only to smile at my reflection and strut towards the blood-red door, now filling the silent bathroom with clatters as my six-inch heels hit the cold marble floor that holds not only my secrets but blood as well.
Don't do it for you, Do it for the kids I say to myself before leaving the bathroom.
"What did I tell you about locking doors, Mrs. Evans?" With the door now open, I can now hear the obsessive tone filling the room but still managing to reach into my soul seizing whatever he can. My eyes are now on the floor not daring to look up at him as I tremble in fear trying to give him exactly what he wants and not give him a reason to leave another bruise for me to cover up.
"Nas-h"
Before the next word could roll off my now swollen tongue my head is slammed into the wall next to the now-closed red door. With one hand on my throat and the other one grasping my wrists into his large hand he then pulled them over my head. "DID I TELL YOU CAN LOOK AT ME?" Racing my eyes to the ground as my mind goes blank to the hold he has on my neck with every move I make his hand gets tighter which is now making it hard for me to breathe.
"Is that the way to treat your husband?" My chest rises to answer his question just to be stopped by a harsh kiss on my bruised lips. The kiss feels cold and numbing sending my mind somewhere else, far away from the tight hold that is now comfortable. I've gotten so use to the pain that now it scares me, I don't even know what's real and what's fake. Suddenly I'm dropped from the hold and brought back to what's real. When I raise my eyes ever so slightly to meet a pair of beautiful dark brown eyes I knew I was in the present. "You will address me as Mr. Evans and nothing else or I'll take a new victim to teach you a lesson" He leans down to whisper into my ear taking his time to make sure the child in front of the bedroom door doesn't run away at the sight of suffering. Her eyes have the same glow of innocence I once had before I had to endure the arrows across my back to shield the only family I have left. "I think you're too worn out anyways," he says in my ear and the panicked little girl let out a siren-like scream leading the armed bodyguards toward the scene. Nash stands over me now screaming "I need another wife you're too old for me" a smile crosses his face as he is being carried away from the room by the guards. That's when I noticed the black laced thong mangled in the palm of his hand.
