Out Of Darkness

Chapter One

Alea

“Good Morning, Francesca” My husband of eight years said to me as he sat at the breakfast table reading the morning newspaper, while drinking his coffee.

“Morning” I said back

My name is Alea asshole. I said in my head, silently gritting my teeth.

I sat down and Farrah, our cook and maid, placed my breakfast on the table.

“Thank you Farrah”

“You’re welcome Miss Alea”

“it’s Mrs not Miss and I don’t know why you keep saying thank you and please. It’s their job as the help to cater to your every need. They get paid. They should be thanking us, not the other way around,” Matthew states

“It wouldn’t kill you to have manners, Matthew, and show some respect, for God’s sake. She’s older than you are”

I swallowed hard, trying to push down the swell disgust I felt towards this man.

“I give respect to those who deserve it”

I could not believe the nerve of this man. My gaze fell upon Matthew. I’m not going to lie. Matthew is a very handsome man. He had the money, and he had the looks. He knew it and was never shy to use it to his advantage. I’ve known him my whole life. Our parents are business partners and best friends. At the age of ten, they made it known that I would marry him when I turned twenty. Our fathers had an arrangement that would benefit it both of their companies. It was a smart move. Business wise, it was an excellent strategy. Their companies, amalgamated into one, made it more successful than we all thought it would be.

“I’ve got meetings all day and don’t forget the Gala tonight.” Matthew said.

“uh huh,” I said. I turned away, refusing to acknowledge him.

“Francesca, I’m talking to you. Speak when you’re spoken to. Don’t just sit there and grunt.” His mouth tightened into a thin line. He was struggling to contain his anger.

“I heard you the first time, Matthew. I am choosing not to say anything,” I said with a bored voice

“This foolishness has to stop. You’re not a child anymore. You’re a grown woman!” his voice raising. With a growl, he slammed his fist onto the table making me jump.

I got up from my chair, leaving most of my breakfast. I grabbed my purse and started to make my way to the door.

“Francesca, get back here! I’m talking to you!”

I didn’t listen and kept on walking. Just as I was opening the front door, Matthew closed it abruptly in my face. My fingers almost getting in the way.

“Don’t fucking walk away from me when I’m talking to you,” He said in a low voice

“Are you out of your mind? You could have hurt me! What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I am your husband. I demand respect when I’m talking to you,” he said as he reached out to grab my wrist.

My attempts of pulling back were futile as he only squeezed harder.

“Let go of me!” I said bitterly. His grip on my wrist only tightened. It felt like he was about to break my whole arm.

There was hiding no what he was feeling. The stony expression told me everything. But it wasn’t just in his eyes, it was in the cruel smile that curled back like a predator ready to snap.

“You’re pathetic, do you know that? Go run to daddy and mommy or that big brother of yours. Cry all you want to them. You know it won’t mean a thing. They don’t care about you. No one does. Only that small eyes Chinese faggot you call a friend.”