Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 24

Mature/smut content ahead. I'm not very good with writing them but I hope I tried. :)

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Amanda walked out of the bathroom with a facial scrub in her left hand. She had some on her fingertips that she had fetched from the container and applied it to her forehead. She found Mark drinking his usual on the bed again—whiskey.

"I really feel pity for your kidney," she said to him. Mark looked at her and then looked away. "You really should take it easy. It's been over a year and..."
She paused, letting out a loud sigh. "Baby... I'm not just here to have sex with you and leave. I really do care about you. I only wish you could care about me too." She moved to sit by his side. "You know, I really don't like an alcoholic breath on top of me all the time."

He dropped his glass on the drawer and stared at her. He wasn't intoxicated yet; he still had enough control of himself. She noticed the expression on his face and sulked.

"It's not that I'm saying you should quit totally. It's just... I mean... please... easy on it..." She placed her soft hand on top of his. "You know... I'm sure you respected Emily enough not to always drink around her..."

He immediately pulled his hands away from her. She knew she had messed up. She wasn't supposed to mention Emily's name.

"Who died and made you Emily?" He finally spoke after keeping silent since the beginning of the conversation. "Know your place, Amanda"

Amanda looked away from him. After all she had done for him and with him, he still didn't respect her.

"I deserve some respect for attending to your needs when your beloved Emily ran away from your home over a year ago probably to live with some other man and warm his bed every night," she replied, getting up from the bed and looking down at him. "You won't let me do anything else for you. Do I look like a prostitute trying to make a living? Every single time I come here, it's because I love and respect you, and to be honest... I want the same!"

Mark looked away from her in pity. Not pity for her, but for her innocent and weak husband, Davis, who let his wife slide away.

"You're a married woman!" He screamed at her, getting up.

"Oh?" A sly smile formed on her face "A married woman? And you're a single man?" She giggled. "Oh, true, I almost forgot that Emily's dead now, along with the child which I don't even believe is yours, and..."

It was sudden. Amanda had never been in this kind of situation before where she had to beg for her life. Mark gripped her neck and began to strangle her. She hit his hands to stop him, but it was like her slaps were like feathers falling on a hard rock. She squealed and prayed in her heart not to die.

"Listen, never say that again..." he said to her before letting her go. This was not his property; he wasn't going to do anything more than this, at least for now.

Amanda fell to the ground and began to cough heavily. She was suffocating so much; it was like she was going to pass out.

"When you're done, get dressed. I'll give you a treat, any location of your choice" he said and walked out of the room immediately.

As she stared at him leaving the room, so many thoughts ran through her mind. Mark could get violent?

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Emily cleaned her hands with the towel before looking at her reflection in the mirror. She was back in her uniform, after five months of caring for her baby without work. Her savings had run out, and she needed to get back to work immediately. Her uniform was tighter and hardly fit her. She hadn't lost the baby weight, a result of battling her own demons. She ignored the doctor's advice to work out after birth; she didn't see herself caring about her looks, like Mark always did.