What Would've Happened

*Sick*

(I'll update these every now and then. It's 2005, Angie is now 25, Mac is 36, Maria is 5-to be 6 soon)

Mac and I were laying in our bed, the lights off. Maria was going out with my parents for ice cream, and was spending the night. Although she'd rather be with Mac. Mac's hand slipped under my shirt as his lips grazed my collarbone. I let out a small moan, arching my back. Throwing my shirt off, Mac reconnected our lips. His fingertips gazed over my sensitive peaks, making me gently bite down on his lip. He groaned, slipping his tongue past my teeth. He still had a white wife beater on. I grabbed the rim of it, and was about to pull it over his head, when Mac stopped, sitting up a bit.

"Leave my shirt." He growled, taking the band of my panties.

"Why? I want to run my hands up your chest." I moaned. "It's been so long..."

"I know baby. I just want to keep it on for tonight." He stated.

I arched by eyebrows, confused. But I shrugged it off. He went to take my panties off, until I stopped him. "I want to keep them on today." I retorted, eyeing him for a reaction. He glared at me, sitting up. Then, he took the rim of his shirt. I got excited as the shirt flew off, leaving him in only his boxers. Until those were stripped away as well.

"There. Now take yours off." He ordered. I smiled a little, pulling my panties down. He leaned back down, kissing me along my jawline. I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck, and I felt a bump. I would've ignored it, if Mac hadn't flinched. I sat up s little, propping myself up with my elbows.

"Mac? What's on your neck?" I asked, my eyes widening.

"Nothing babe. Let's just keep goin'." He mumbled, going back over to tower over me. I let him suck along my jawline, while I felt him spread my legs. Just as he was about to enter, I sat back.

"Honey, stop." I ordered. Mac sat up a little, looking defeated. "Tell you what; if you let me look at your neck, you can have all of this..." I trailed my fingers up my folds, eyeing him. His erected membrane bobbed slightly, and Mac turned on the light. I sat up, and got behind him. When I did, I gasped, and my heart broke.

It wasn't just his neck that had bumps. It was his whole back! And they weren't bumps! They were whip lashes! And I saw a burn mark between his shoulder blades. It looks like he was branded. I didn't touch him, afraid of hurting him again. Even though they looked fairly old.

Mac turned to face me again, and pulled me into him. Kissing me again, he laid me onto my back.

"Babe, let's talk." I mumbled past his lips.

"Don' wanna talk 'bout it." He muttered, spreading my legs apart again. Before I could say anything more about the topic, he roughly entered me. I screamed out, the pressure down there stretching me. It's been 4 years since the last time. He pounded into me, but when he heard me squeak, he slowed down to let me adjust. When I was adjusted, he quickened the pace again. I held onto his biceps, resting my head on his shoulder. Mac was enjoying this, no doubt. But I wasn't. I couldn't get my mind off of the scars on his back.

Finally, I felt him twitch inside me. His juices flowed into me, plastering to my walls and dripping out as he left. He was panting heavily, and kissed my cheek. He rolled onto his back, pulling me into his side. He kissed the top of my head, wrapping his arm around my waist.

"I missed you. An' that." He mumbled, smiling into my head.

"Mhm." I responded. Mac shifted to look at me.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing." I stated, rolling onto my other side so that my back was facing him.

"Angie, what is it?" Mac asked. He paused. "Is it my scars?"

"No-"

"Well it ain't my fuckin' fault those assholes decided to whip me!" He snapped, getting out of the bed. I turned to face him. "Great. Now I'm a monster on the inside, and on the outside!"

"Mac, that isn't true!" I exclaimed. How could he still think that?

"Face it Angie; when I get pissed, all you see is the old Mac! The raping one!" He roared, pulling his boxers and pajama pants.

"Mac that isn't true either!" I declared. "Well, I mean, at one point I did, but that was a long time ago!"

"See? You just admitted it!" Mac stated, pointing a finger at me. Before I could respond, he turned around, grabbing a tee shirt. "I'm sleepin' downstairs tonight!" He muttered.

"Fine!" I snapped, laying down. Dang. Hardly home, and we're already fighting.

I sighed and shut off the lights.

...

The next morning, I woke up around 10. The smell of bacon and pancakes wafted through the air. I heard Mac and Maria laughing downstairs, so I knew she came home. The guilt of last night gnawed at me as I got out of bed.

I'll go apologize. I was being a little over-dramatic last night.

I got dressed in a white shirt and jeans, and made my way downstairs. Mac and Maria laughing made me smile. I creepy around the corner. But as I was, I stubbed my toe on the wall corner. I hissed in pain, and squeezed my eyes shut.

"Mommy! Are you ok?" Maria asked. I looked up. Maria was sitting at the table, coloring and looking at me with concern. Mac, on the other hand, had his back to me. Steam from the bacon came up from the pan in front of him. Anger flared in me. So he was still pissed about last night!

I stood up straight, and marched over to him. "Hey!" I snapped. When he didn't answer me, I grabbed his shoulder.

Suddenly, a hard fist connected to my left cheek. I was knocked to the floor, hitting my back hard. Before I could figure out what happened, Mac's hands were around my throat, cutting my oxygen off. I clawed at them, desperate for air. Mac's eyes were on fire as he glared down at me. He was right about one thing last night; I did view him as a monster when he got this pissed.

"Daddy! Stop!" Maria shrieked. I saw her jump down from the table, and run over to us. She started pounding Mac's shoulder with her small fists. "Daddy! Don't hurt Mommy!"

Suddenly, just as black spots started swimming in my vision, something in Mac's eyes changed. After a second, he let me go. Horrified, he back away, hitting his back against the wall. I sat up, coughing. Maria instantly ran to my side, snuggling into me. She was trembling, so I wrapped my arms around her, keeping her close. I glared at Mac, rubbing my neck.

"What's the fuck was that?!" I demanded. Was he that mad?

But the look in his eyes changed my mind. He had a look of absolute horror on his face. "Angie, I'm so sorry! I have no idea what just happened!" He exclaimed, rambling. "Baby, I'm so sorry. I'd never hurt you. I'm so fuckin' sorry." He apologized, reaching forward. As he did, Maria flinched, squeaking in fear. Mac immediately retracted his hand. "Maria, honey, Daddy would never hurt you. Or Mommy. I promise." He stated. Maria shook her head, tears running down her face. She buried her face into the crook of my neck. Mac glanced at me frantically, begging forgiveness. Thing is; I didn't know if I could forgive him. He almost choked me!

"Angie, I'm so sorry. I - I just - I don't know what happened! One minute I was here, cooking pancakes, then I was back... There!" He explained frantically. I understood.

"Mac, we need to get you help."

(What do you guys think happened???? Mac choked Angie!!! Wtf?!?!?)