Ex Lovers

Inevitable Fate

Disclaimer: Sexual Abuse. Read at your own risk.

I wake up to loud screams and shouts coming from downstairs. I recognised Hayden's voice, erupting with anger as he shouted profanities at someone. I hurriedly ran out of my room and down the stairs to see a young woman on the floor, crying with Hayden towering over her, holding a broken frame. The woman was Olivia, the cleaner. Out of them all, Olivia was closest to my age and also the nicest to me. Frankly, she was my only friend in this place but here she was, on the floor, crying, and scared.

"What the f*ck is wrong with you? Can't you see what you've done? You're a f*cking incompetent b*tch." His words only worsened her cries. I couldn't handle it anymore, so I got in between the two, with my back towards Olivia, whilst I faced my furious husband. His eyes lost contact with Olivia and in turn, stared daggers into me.

"Stop. Please. What did she even..." Before I could continue, I realised what Hayden was holding. A shattered picture frame of Kate, his younger sister. It all made sense now. His teary eyes and his immense anger. Before I could say anything else, Hayden grabbed my arm, so harshly as if he left a bruise the moment he made contact with me.

"Don't interfere in what I do," he used the grip he had on my arm and shoved me so hard that I nearly lost my balance. His eyes were still on me, and I couldn't control myself.

"You can't treat her this way. She made a mistake. So what? You don't get to be an asshole every day."

"I don't care if it was a mistake or on purpose. But you don't give a sh*t because it has to do with Kate. The only f*cking person who matters to you is yourself," he screamed at me. My heart ached at his words but I didn't let it show. 

I caught Olivia's eyes and motioned her to leave. She looked at me apologetically but did as I told her to and left towards the kitchen.

I turned back towards Hayden to be met with his furious eyes. I knelt on the floor and began picking up the broken glass pieces off the floor to hide my face. I could feel his eyes following my every movement whilst I begged in my head for him to leave before I burst into loud tears.

"I'll get the photo reframed." That was all I could utter at that moment.

My mind was so out of it that I didn't realise that my hand had begun bleeding all over the floor. Before I could do anything about the bleeding, Hayden grabbed my arm, in the same position he had before, and pulled me up. The glass I had gathered fell back onto the ground as he dragged me upstairs without uttering a word. My bloody hand left a trail on the white carpet and the stairs.

We went in the direction of his room, a place where I did not have fond memories of. He opened the door with his free hand and walked me to his bed where he aggressively threw me on it. I knew what was going to happen but all I could think about was my bloody hand and the mess it was causing.

"Let me bandage my ha..." he didn't let me finish.

"Shut up. You want to stand up for your friend? Call me an asshole? Let me remind you about what I can do to you." His hand reached for the top of my nightgown and ripped it in the middle, exposing my breasts. Out of reflex, my non-bloody hand hurriedly covered them.

"Get on your knees and hands," Hayden demanded as he took off his blazer and fondled with his belt. All I could do at that moment was to follow his instructions. I did as he told me and subsequently, bloodied his bedsheet with my hand. Hayden got onto the bed, positioning himself behind me as he lifted my nightgown and hurriedly removed my underwear. He didn't hesitate and entered me. I winced from how sore I was from last night, but he continued to penetrate me. His hands guided my body against his roughly, as he pounded into me, causing my knees to weaken from the fast pace. His pace quickened and everything hurt.