A million, but a million scenarios ran through my head the moment he tore my shirt.
Shock.
Fear.
"Damien please..." I started to beg him, afraid of what he might do to me in such an angry state.
"You're beautiful Bella." He was looking at my chest, and when I looked at my chest I saw that he had removed my bra.
That's when my madness began. I started to move abnormally, trying to free myself. I don't know where that strength came from, but I managed to hit him with my knee somewhere where he immediately moved away from me.
I believe I hit a nerve somewhere.
"You're sick. I hate you! This is the first and last time you've humiliated me like this." I ran to the closet, covering myself with my hands. I quickly put on the first thing I could find, which was one of his shirts that almost felt like a dress.
I looked at myself in the mirror and just started crying even more. I never thought my life would be like this and that I would have to endure this. I don't have the strength to fight him anymore.
"Bella!!" He shouted and at that moment I turned around and saw him at the closet door.
I stared at him without blinking, wondering what he would do to me if I moved.
He started walking towards me, step by step. I pressed myself against the mirror and didn't move, while he got closer and closer to me but with a strange look. I have nothing next to me that I could hit him with.
He came in front of me and grabbed my jaw. "Have you forgotten that we are married and that it is normal to have sex? If I want to have sex several times a day, we will. You are my wife and you are here to satisfy me as your husband." Is he serious!?
"Get away from me." I put my hands on his chest and pushed him away.
"Let that Barbara of yours satisfy you." I added.
"You are right. She is the girl who can satisfy me, not you who are so spoiled, shy. You are not attractive at all. That pushes me away from you more. There is not a bit of passion in you. With you I feel like I am with some old woman." Is he really telling me that.
"Well, I am glad to hear that. It is better to be like an old woman in your eyes than to have to put up with you every day, you and these urges of yours that your Barbara does not seem to satisfy at all." I started laughing out loud and started walking towards the closet door but he grabbed my hand and turned me around. There was anger in his eyes. I could expect anything from how he would react now. A shiver ran through my body but I tried to stay calm.
He grabbed me tightly behind my neck with his hand and connected our lips. He started kissing me furiously, holding me by my waist with his other hand.
I tried to move away, to stop this madness, but I don't know what happened to me. I just don't know. My hands found themselves around his neck and with a kiss back I continued to follow his rhythm.
Before I broke the kiss I pulled his lip with my teeth, trying to get air, not thinking about anything.
"I hope you still think I'm like an old woman, because what you got from me now, won't happen again." I turned and left the room.
I went down to the kitchen to make myself something to eat, because I'm really hungry. The alcohol has already worn me out and I'm slowly coming to my senses, although this headache seems inevitable, and so is this mess I left in the kitchen.
I turned around when I heard some rustling coming from the hallway. I left the kitchen and started walking down the hallway towards the exit. It must be Damien, who was now raging inside.
