Destroyed Wife

Seven

Seven

Chantel

"Where have you been?" His voice boomed in the room, echoing through the walls.

He dangerously paced towards me, his footsteps stomping heavily.

"I SAID WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN! DAMMIT! WHAT YOU'RE NOW MUTE?" I wince and tried to find words to answer him.

But my heart is beating loudly it made my chest hurt. I started to tremble, my knees and hands shaking. I can feel the sting in the corner of my eyes but willed myself not to cry. I can't form words, my mouth kept opening and closing, trying to find words but my nerves won't let me. My ears are ringing, my head hurts.

This is the first time I saw him this angry, his eyes are red and blazing, his heavy breaths and his jaw kept clenching.

He pulled my hair, clenching it in his fists. "This is the last time I'll ask you. Where. Have. You. Been."

"O-ouch it hurts" he pulled my hair tighter. "I-I've been i-in Kael's house OUCH".

"Liar." He said, his voice laced with poison.

He drag me up to our room pulling my hair in tight grip. I struggled to pry his hands off but failed. I beg but he seems deaf. His clouded with anger and I don't know why. I know it's not that I came home late.

He opened the door dragging me inside and slammed it close. He threw me to the bed and I stumbled, my face planting on the sheets.

I haven't regain my balance when I was shoved to the bed. He pulled my hair again and lift my head. He pulled my face to closer to his.

"Liar." I can smell the alcohol and cigarette in him with a faint scent if his perfume and some that I'm pretty sure belongs to a lady.

He slapped my face. Hard. So has that I can taste the blood in my mouth.

He did it again and again and again.

I lost count on the number of slaps I received. I can feel my cheeks numb. My lips cut. And my face bruised.

He let go of my hair, shove me to the bed. His eyes filled with anger and nothing more. "Liar." He spat. He turn around and slammed the door shut, I heard his car leave.

When he is gone I curl up. Tears flowing in my eyes. My face hurting. My head aches.

I didn't move, I just let my tears flow. It's the first time he lay his hands on me. First time he hurt me physically. First time to see him that angry.

That night I didn't sleep, I couldn't. I layer there still not moving from my position. My tears didn't stop flowing.

I am tired. My body is tired. My mind is tired. Yet I can't bring myself to sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I can see his face, his eyes in rage. I can't.

The sun is up when I open my eyes. I turn around and check the time. It's 12 high noon. I sit up and groan when I felt the pain. A cloth fell and I look down. My clothes are change, I'm now wearing shorts and his shirt. I look around for him but showed no signs of him.

I look up when I hear the door creaked open. There I saw him. Dressed in shorts and wife beater.

"You're awake" I flinched when I heard his voice. "I cooked breakfast for you" he said as he entered carrying a tray full of foods.

He placed the tray in front of me and sit at the side of the bed. I just stared at him. He must have notice it because he faced me.

"You want me to feed you?" He asks in surprisingly smooth and sweet voice. He grab the spoon and fork and cut some bacon. He placed the spoon in my mouth. "Say ah"

I still stared at him. Afraid that he might snap again. He pushed the fork in my mouth.

"Come on, open up. You need to eat so you can take your medicine." I frown "You have fever and you need to take your medicine. Come on say ahh" his voice is soothing as he pushed the bacon in my mouth.

I open my mouth a bit and ate it.

"There very good"

He keep on feeding me. He cooked a lot. Eggs, bacons, pancakes and orange juice. I kept staring at him while feeding me. I can't bring my mouth to open to talk.

"Done. You eat a lot sweetheart, very good" he praised.

Something sparked inside of me when I heard what he used to call me before. I felt this twinge in my heart.

"Next is to drink your medicine-- oh why are you crying?" I didn't know I was crying till he said it. He wiped the tears that are falling again on my cheeks.

"Sweetheart hey talk to me. Are you hurt? Does your head hurt? I'll massage it. You're cheeks are they hurting? I'll rub some cream to lessen the pain. Sweetheart tell me" his voice, his worried, caring, soothing, sweet voice. It's hurting me.

He kept on wiping my tears away while whispering sweet nothings.

I missed him. I missed the real him. Him that I used to be with. Him before this bullshit starts. Him before our wedding. Him that I love, not that I didn't love him now. I missed him. I miss my Dame. I missed all the things in him that lost when we marry. My Dame.

I can't take it any longer. I buried my face in his chest and sobbed. I cried like a little child clinging onto him. Like a child lost in a park and found by his mother. I cried harder. My Dame. He is back.

He holds me tight. His hands caressing my back and hair. Whispering sweet nothings.

"Shh sweetheart stop crying now." He cooed.

"D-Dame"

"Yes sweetheart?"

I didn't answer. I hugged him again, so tight. And he hugged me back.

My Dame. My Damon.

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