The Lustful Husband

Chapter Nine

Chapter 9 - Disarray

Amelia just couldn't shake the feeling of foreboding; she thought something bad was going to happen. Her pulse was hectic; she counted all the symptoms of distress. She found that as a doctor she always resulted to diagnosing herself. She looked to the clock in the kitchen. Jackson should be home in about five minutes, thank God, she'd never felt so uncomfortable in her life.

"Are you particularly hungry, only I was thinking perhaps we should eat out for dinner today," she said awkwardly, simultaneously moving backwards as Zach inched closer to her...

"I've been hungry for a while I'd say..." Zach smirked, as he eyed the tightness of her skirt as it caressed her curves. He couldn't wait to get his hands on them.

Amelia didn't know how to respond, what the hell is he on about? She couldn't move back any more and she cursed her stupidity for she was now cornered by him.

"Ever since verity passed away, I've been craving a certain type of indulgence..." Zach continued, her cleavage was subtle but it was enough to make him harden to the point of no control. He had convinced himself she wanted this as much as he did...

He pounced.

Hands everywhere and all at once, his hard shaft was pressed against her. He was too strong. His hold on her was insurmountable. Tears, hot and fast sprung to her eyes as she struggled beneath his iron grip.

"No stop, Zach-" she sobbed and screamed all at once.

"I like a little struggle-" he grinned manically, as he leaned in to capture her lips.

Amelia thrashed her head from side to side... She spat at him in attempts to pause the onslaught but nothing seemed to be working.

"Can you feel that you little b*tch, that's-"...

He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence, all at once the grinding of his erection against her stopped and he was thrown off her.

"You bastard..."Jackson growled, his face was the epitome of anger, all he saw was red. He had heard Amelia's screams from their driveway. He had run in to find Zach assaulting his wife.

Everything seemed to happen so quickly, Jackson couldn't contain his rage as he pummelled Zach, whom was trying his best to escape. Jackson was shaking; he couldn't comprehend what this bastard had tried to do to his wife!

"If you have a death wish, just make sure I see you again." He sneered. "Get.... out," his voice had lost the volume but gained a monotonous and sinister tone the travelled up Zach's spine.

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Never had a silence been so deafening. Zach had scrambled out of the house with his belongings about twenty minutes ago. Amelia and Jackson Cambridge sat in their living room, on separate couches. No eye contact was being made.

Amelia's shaking had finally stopped, and the tears had dried up. She had never felt so vulnerable in her life, so shaken, so... broken. Every time an image of the last hour flashed through her mind, a soft gasp emanated from her. Thankfully, she knew how to control signs of hyperventilation. She managed to block away all the images and lock them away; she'd deal with them later. What was causing her the utmost distress was Jackson's reaction. He was not even looking at her, his whole body was taut with tension and it worried her. This was not her Jackson; the loving husband she knew would be comforting her, smothering her in his love. She felt decidedly cold without his embrace and her breaths were coming out forcefully as her pulse increased.

She walked over to where he sat tentatively; she needed a reaction... some kind of communication. She placed a shaking right hand on his firm shoulder. A not-so-silent gasp echoed across the opulent parlour as Jackson shrugged off his wife's lithe hand on his shoulder. The red hadn't cleared from his vision, his teeth were gritted, he couldn't believe another man had touched his wife. Another man had taken pleasure from what was his. He was beyond angry, he was pissed.

"Jackson-" Amelia began, the deepest of frowns situated on her forehead.

"Don't, Amelia." Jackson replied, still not meeting her watery eyes that were now glazed with tears.

"Surely, you do not blame me-" She replied, she couldn't understand the rage in his eyes, how could his anger be directed at her! She had done nothing; he was the one that invited the rapist into their home!

Before she could finish her sentence, Jacksons hand had clasped hers in an attempt to silence her.

"I said... don't." He sneered, the vain on the side of his head more prominent than ever. She had never seen such anger directed towards her before, this was a different side of her husband, one she had never experienced, and frankly, she didn't know how to cope. She trembled yet she refused to cry, she had already been taken advantage of today and she refused to ,be downtrodden by her own husband!

"Jackson, I don't understand..." She whispered dejectedly, she craved his touch, she knew that all it would take was his warm embrace and she could begin to believe that everything would be okay again.

"Did you enjoy it?" he said, throwing the words at her in rage. He did not even know what he was saying, he was just so angry, the anger had spread through his blood, had situated itself in every part of his body.

"Answer me Amelia, being my wife isn't enough for you?" He continued before she could reply.

The slap that she gave him resounded across the whole house. It echoed off their magnolia walls and its only rival was the sound of the slammed door and the screeching tyres that indicated Jackson's departure.

Amelia broke down in the spot where she had just slapped her husband.

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Amelia was awake when her husband came in later that night. She heard his car being parked in their driveway, heard him opening the door, she even heard him dispose his keys into the bowl situated on the oak table by the front door.

The table had been a wedding present from her parents.

She was in bed, her body curled into a ball, shielding herself from the onslaught of silence that had enveloped her since the departure of her husband. As he climbed up the stairs Amelia's nerves heightened, she didn't know the protocol, they had never fought like this before, not even close. These thoughts and the closeness of his proximity caused her to burst into a mass of fresh tears.

Jackson was at his matrimonial bedroom door when he heard his wife's sobs. Amelia, his beautiful wife, the wife he had promised himself to through the good times and the bad, the wife he had betrayed. The sound of her sobs tore through his heart, he had never felt remorse as strong as this before.

He strode into the room with all the intention of begging for her forgiveness, but the sight before him called for a different resolve.

Jackson slide into bed beside his wife and pulled her to his chest. She didn't protest nor did she partake in the movement. She just... allowed it to happen. The sobs that racked her entire being didn't allow for any other movement.

"I'm so sorry Amelia, I'm so sorry..." he repeated a numerous amount of times. Their was no reply.

At one point I thought it had been deleted by accident, I went on a RAMPAGE. Exactly 12am.

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