Divorced and Free

Chapter 1

It was Sunday morning. The alarm on Jude's phone was going off. She was already in the shower, trying to wash of the filth she felt from what happened the night before. She scrubbed her porcelain white skin till there was red streaks. 

Her husband, Cole, was awakened by the alarm. He got irritated. This was his one day to sleep in. He grabbed her phone and threw it against the wall and got up. Hearing the shower running made his anger turn more passionate as he headed towards the shower. 

As she finally felt God forgive her for what happened the night before, she heard the shower door open. As she looked up with her emerald, tear soaked eyes, she saw her husband.

"Good morning dear. I'm sorry if I woke you up." She choked out.

He stretched his long arms out to show her that she couldn't run. "It is fine honey. It's just." He walked in the shower with her. "You know I like your kisses to wake me up. And that damn phone woke me up this morning." He grabbed her by her throat and turned her around. "So how sorry are you?"

"Please don't. Not today." She begged quietly. Knowing after five years of this, her begging never works. Jude prays that one day it will as he puts his member in her forcibly and he used his other hand to balance himself with each thrust he took it was worse than the last. Jude learned her commands during her honeymoon. To say that she liked it, she wanted more, and to never fight him on his desires. Her eyes swelled with more tears as the filth she just scrapped off was coming back.

Cole got done with her and let her fall to the shower floor. "It's Sunday. I want my Sunday breakfast before church." He took over the shower as he acted like she didn't exist, kicking a part of her if it was in his way, stepping on it if also.

Jude stood up rather quickly for something like that to happen to her and rushed quickly out the shower. She learned to hide the bruises rather quickly as she concealed and foundationed not only her face but her neck where one was starting. 

She pulled up her hair with a ribbon. Cole said anything else in her hair made her look like a whore. She grabbed a flowered sundress that covered everything but her cleavage as Cole liked to be able to grab and play with them whenever he felt like it. She hurried downstairs and began cooking when she heard the water turn off on the shower.

Jude made scrambled eggs, bacon, grits, toast, pancakes, and fresh orange juice and had it plated and sat it at the head of the table when Cole came down. He was in a nice brown shirt and his good, going out jeans. "This looks amazing." He sat down and began to eat. 

He checked his phone as he was eating. Jude had made her plate for looks but she was more nauseous than hungry. Plus, Cole liked smaller girls and she wanted him to love her. Smiling down at it the same way he smiled at her when they were dating. "After church, cook dinner. I won't be home till late but I want it fresh." Cole boomed.

Her body whimpered at his voice. "Yes, dear." Tears silently fell from her eyes again as her mind scrambled.

She cleaned up the dishes after Cole was done eating. He walked up behind her and grabbed her throat. She gulped, "I mean I want a good Sunday dinner too. Roast with greens. Cornbread. I am going to see Stephanie tonight." He pulled his hand into her panties, "You know, that one friend of yours that always had a tight ass. She invited me for a drink." He smirked as he felt his wife squirm from his hand. "And you know how I can't turn down a drink." He pulled his hand away from her forcibly, making her fall. 

Jude whimpered on the floor. She couldn't tell her husband that he was to rough with her or that would be a beating. She got up and fixed herself and finished the dishes. She grabbed her husband's bible and hers, her purse, and his jacket. He grabbed the jacket and bibles, put his arm around her waist, and they walked out, pretending to be the perfect couple.

Neighbors waved at them, and they smiled and waved back. Cole helped Jude in the car and got in on the other side. He heard their neighbors whispering, mainly the women talking about how good Jude had it. "You know the women in the neighborhood talk about how good you have it, but I get flinches every time I touch you." He grabbed her thigh hard, making her wince, "I think you should invite them all to a bible study Friday. That sounds swell." 

"Yes baby. I will." She said just to get his hand off her. It never bothered her that he wanted to touch her, it bothered her that it was always so tight. Like, he was keeping her from something or someone. He was never gentle as he was when they were dating. It was like a switch turned on or off during their wedding night.

That night, when they got to their honeymoon suite, he slapped her and told her that she was his. He spent the week after training and punishing her. She begged God to die that week. She was punched if she didn't walk a certain way. She was choked till she passed out if she didn't let him in her panties at any time. 

He pulled off their road and demanded the normal. She took her breasts out and her head went down in his lap. "That's a nice bitch. You know how I like it. That's why I married you." 

She prayed as his member came in and out of her mouth and his hand pinched and squeezed on her breasts, begging to be forgiven.