Let Tomorrow Come (final)

Chapter 8.

JOHN.

"It seems that life has begun to change. But in what direction?"

This is exactly the question I've been asking myself lately. On the one hand, now I have wonderful sex, and perhaps even too much of it in my life. On the other hand, I don't like Linda at all as a person. She's tough, sometimes cruel to me, sometimes I hate her, but when she drags me into bed, I can't resist. It also happens that she might hit me, then everything in me boils, and I am ready to strangle her. At such moments, she again manipulates my body, and I, like a zombie, give up and follow her, because I so want to hear her moans and forget about everything that surrounds me. Unfortunately, my friend Mikey and I no longer communicate. I just don't have time. I don't even have time to think about Christina because on weekdays I have to wait for Linda if my classes end early. And when we come home, we eat, watch a movie, I give her a massage or we just fuck. We fuck all weekend with short smoke breaks, when Linda needs it, we order food from restaurants and alcohol for delivery. Only when the courier arrives does she greet him with a wide smile, half dressed. And he stares at her barely covered tits. It annoys me, but at the same time it makes me excited. It seems she figured me out. I moved in with her and no longer rent my cozy apartment with a plasma TV a couple of blocks from our shared home.

There is only one thing that seriously worries me. She hates Christina. Even her name does not allow me to mention it. She also doesn't respect my father and doesn't want me to communicate with him. I don't understand what her hostility is based on, but if I try to object, she starts to get angry. She wears high, pointed heels and throws them at me as soon as she doesn't like something. I'm already used to deviating so that they don't hit me. After that she usually tries to humiliate me in every way. And yes, in the intimate too. This torture has been going on for six months now, but I still work at the same school and gain practice. Of course, I can't leave this place yet. And sex with her has become like a drug for me, for which I am willing to endure a lot. Has she really broken me?

***

Finally, I still had a free evening. It was Linda's friend's birthday. She decided that she would go there alone. I didn't mind. I'm incredibly tired of her. And then I called my father.

"Hi, Dad!"

"Oh, I haven't heard from you for a long time. Are you okay, son?" His voice sounded a little worried.

"It was a lot of work," I answered evasively, "how was it at home? How's your fiancee?"

"Aela? She is amazing. Recently Christina came and they picked out a wedding dress together. Aela's brother also came. You won't believe it, but they are almost the same person with their faces. Only he is calmer than her. By the way, she wants to find herself a new job."

"When do you want to have your wedding?"

"In early September. You'll come, won't you?"

"I will try. Honestly dad, I will try my best. At the beginning of September there will be a lot of work, you will need to have time to cope."

"I will wait for you. Will you visit us in the summer?"

"I don't know yet, but I'll come with Linda."

"Has this chimera calmed down yet?" the father asked.

"Oh, don't ask. She's weird. Okay, dad, be there. When I have time, I'll call you again."

"Take care of yourself," said a voice on the phone and a beep was heard.

I thought, continuing to hold the phone in my hands:

"How is my girl doing? Is she sleeping well and eating? Is this mysterious guy Glenn offending her? I wish I could see him and explain how to treat my precious... sister?"

Unfortunately, for many people, we were still brother and sister, because we had the same last name.

***

"Darling, are you home?" Linda opens the door with one hand and laughs loudly.

"You said that you live alone," a male voice with a slight accent answers her.

"Sam, it doesn't matter if you can fuck me right here, right?"

"Of course, baby!"

I leave the bedroom.

"What's going on here?!" I'm asking.

"Kiss me Sam, right now..."

Anger begins to boil inside me and I say more loudly:

"I thought I asked a question!"

"Wait a minute. Get in the bedroom," she tells her companion, and then grabs me by the collar.

"Come with me," she hisses, and then pushes me into the bathroom, and, without turning on the light, begins to pull off my pants, kissing me as she goes.

I try to push her away, and it seems that our lips are no longer touching, but then I hear a ringing sound, and my cheek begins to burn with hellfire. And again. In the dark, I can't grab her hand, and now I hear a sound on the other side of my face.

"Damn it!" I curse to myself.

And again I get a slap in the face, a very strong one. My face is already buzzing, I'm looking for the switch. She tries to pull my pants down again.

"What a bitch you are!" I'm furious.

She manages to manage my clothes when I finally turn on the light. I feel both pain and pleasure. I feel dizzy. But then she interrupts, not allowing me to finish. I hold my hand on the wall, my vision begins to double.

"Me? Yes, I'm a bitch. If you don't like something, you can leave here. Just find the key to the apartment first. I closed it. Or you can join Sam and me. His instrument is still not occupied. And you can still talk, which means you also have some freedom."

"How dare you?!"

"Shut up!" She interrupts me, "Have a good evening, baby."

She kicks me in the side with her heel, and I end up sliding down the wall. The door slams and I lose consciousness.

When I come to my senses, the light is still on, I try to get up, but my head is too heavy.

"You have to," I tell myself.

I don't remember where my phone is, but I'm crawling on the floor. In the evening I was lying on the bed, probably the phone was there.

"No, you need to get up, five minutes won't change anything. Pull yourself together and get up."

I finally find the strength and slowly walk to the bedroom. Apparently it's morning. This idiot hasn't left yet. They sleep peacefully without even getting dressed. His head rests on her flat tummy.

"That's disgusting!"

The phone is not on the nightstand, but I see it on the floor. I picked it up. There's a crack on it. Luckily the screen works. I go into the living room, fall exhausted on the sofa and try to find my father's number in my contacts. But my fingers press on another person's name. I lift my T-shirt, but it won't budge. And then I pay attention to what's red on the side.

"This is blood! This is bad," I slowly realize.

"Hello..." a sleepy and familiar voice answers on the phone.

My heart skips a beat.

"Hello..."

"But what am I doing?!" I immediately switched off. "It's good that she doesn't know this number."

"Da-ad," I say quietly, "I have problems. Sorry it's so early, but I need help..."

My father arrived an hour and a half later. It was about nine in the morning. He took me to the hospital where I was treated. The police witnessed the consequences of the conflict. I was discharged from my job. Fortunately, the principal understood me and apologized for Linda. This is how two weeks of rest and time to rethink myself and my actions appeared in my life.