Ghosts of War | CoD - MW

Chapter 11.

<< Kimberly's eyes were round, her hands trembling. She felt her heartbeat rise through the sky, pounding im her ears. She was frozen solid, like a deer in headlights. He was walking determinedly towards her, tossing his belt onto the counter, tugging off his jacket. His jaw was set, his eyes cold.
-"When were you going to tell me?" Phillip asked calmly as he leaned onto the marble counter with his elbows. He was staring at her with disapproving eyes. Clearly not happy with her decision.

-"You know Price celebrates Christmas all alone, a-and that I hate Christmas. I... Maybe it would be better for everyone if he gets to celebrate with us," Kimberly said hesitantly, hugging herself. She seemed nervous, because she was. She felt like pissing herself. It was so easy to see the disappointment on his face. And she knew he hated to be disappointed. She wrung her hands nervously, unable to meet his gaze anymore.

-"Is that your way of saying that I can't take care of my coming wife? That you need Price here to be able to celebrate Christmas? That I'm not... not good enough for you?" Phillip asked, his facial expression not changing. He looked still just as pissed. He pushed away from the counter, still looking at her. He loved to see her cowering before him. He loved seeing her break so easily.

-"N-No, of course not," Kimberly whispered, looking down at the floor. She didn't expect him to take it so badly. They both knew John after all. She didn't understand what the problem was.

-"Look at me when we're talking!" Phillip shouted, slamming his fist onto the counter. Kimberly yelped and jumped in her place. She forced herself to look at Phillip, but she couldn't help but cry. Tears fell down her cheeks as her bottom lip quivered with fear. "You don't need John, okay? You have me. We're going to get married after my next mission, and you won't ever have to worry about anything again. Okay? You'll cancel Price's invitation and tell him that you don't want him here. I want you all to myself on our first Christmas together."

-"I would never. Please, it's just one dinner, Phillip. And John needs-."
-"Shut up," Phillip said calmly, making his way up to her with slow steps. Kimberly stumbled back against the counter behind her, wanting to get further away from him. But she was cornered with no way out. Phillip clicked his tongue, shaking his head disapprovingly. "This is the first time you and I will be able to celebrate any type of holiday together. Are you going to ruin my holiday because of your distrust in me?"

-"I do trust you! I just... I want Price here with us. For his sake," Kimberly said, biting her bottom lip nervously as Phillip stepped even closer, his hand grabbing her jaw softly. Phillip leaned closer to the girl, whispering in her ear.
-"If you want Price here during Christmas, you better fucking make it up for me. I've been gone for some weeks now, and I need you. Badly." He tightened his grip on her jaw, feeling her muscles tremble with fear. Kimberly felt disgusted as Phillip pressed his body against her, feeling his hardened member press against her. It was no secret for either what he wanted.

-"I-I don't want to," Kimberly whispered, aware that it was the wrong answer. And Phillip never took a no for a no. His grip on her jaw tightened even more, and he forced her head closer to him, only to force it harder back against the row of cabinets. Kimberly cried out as the back of her head hit the cabinet, blurring her vision. She grabbed his wrist tightly, shocked by the sudden blow.

-"You always defy my every fucking word!" Phillip shouted, forcing her head back against the cabinets again. The pain grew ten times, a whimper escaping past her lips. "Like a little fucking slut!" He forced her head against the cabinet a third time, only to let go of her jaw. Kimberly cried out as she collapsed onto the floor, laying on her stomach thanks to the dizziness. She was crying, her bottom lip quivering as she saw double for a minute. Kimberly tightened her fists, but she didn't get back up. In that second she was brought back to when she was a child. She would have stood up against her father, but not Phillip. She couldn't, because she loved him too much. She sobbed, her body trembling.