Broken Lies

It happened

"" You need to stop." Jason said. His eyes were looking straight at his wife, who had a bottle of wine in her hand and in the other  hand a  dangling glass that looked like it was gonna fall and break at any second. " I have to go to go back to the office Catherine. "
He couldn't quite grasp what his wife was starring off into. Was she looking at him? Was she picturing him looking at her? Or was she just looking into space.  He snatched the bottle of wine from her hand. She still didn't move.  " honey I'm sorry." He bent down to kiss her. Her lips felt cold against his." I'm so so sorry Catherine. " I really have to go now okay. "
He  started to walk away still carrying the bottle of wine which he realized now was practically empty this must've   been why she didn't fight him back he thought to himself.  He looked around the room. It had looked so much different from the last time he had been in the house, it had only been one night, it must have just been his imagination. Maybe he was getting too emotional.  Catherine let out a cough. " are you alright ? "He said in an empathetic voice as if he was not the cause for her pain.
He could have just left right then but he had to make it worse. He refused for her, his own wife to ignore him. " You have no idea what's it like to get a call and have someone tell you their wife  was —
Catherine threw the glass at him and began to cry. 
" you did this " she yelled. She got up from the chair and started to walk away. Her cardigans trailing behind her.
Jason's  eyes were bright now. His body changed in seconds, he ran over to his wife in his manly way. . She understood what  was coming but yet it surprised it her.
He slammed to the wall. Her head bouncing back on the wall hard.
He pinned her down holding her by the neck. She struggled and struggled.
" how dare you, how fucking dare you" he screamed at her, his loud masculine voice  alone over taking her. In the fight for her to breathe she accident,y  kneed him in the dick. She was a little too tipsy for her normal reactions to this sort of thing,  had thus been the real Catherine?  Did she have this much anger  inside of her? Normally she would have just been quite or begged for him to stop. Or just push him away until she could feel some air getting to her lounge.
He half sank to the ground. Catherine relaxed for a second., catching her breath. She leaned back against the wall. And then remembered what was happening. Before she knew it she was on the floor and Jason was on top of her. She fought and fought him. She screamed so loud if she had been anywhere else someone would have heard her br of course no one did.
He smashed the wine bottle  across her face. The broke pieces shattered next to where her head rested.  The side of her face was bleeding now.  " ahh!" she screamed in pain.  She regretted drinking wine now. Was this her punishment for drinking for picking up yet again another bad habit.
She tried to crawl away. Her body hurt tho now. He was much stronger then her.
" I'm sorry" she whispered only loud  enough so he could barely hear her. " I'm sorry" she said again. As he stared to put his fist  into her bony collarbones.   Catherine's   tears and blood ran down her face.  She was so out of breathe. She felt like she was dying. She always felt like she was dying.
He let go of her. His big hands removed from her neck. His body finally getting off of her as if they had just finished a wrestling match. And he had won.
She got up quickly and walked towards the kitchen. She turned around again she said " I'm sorry" .
This time he really looked her.   He walked closer to her. He warns even hesitant to touch her after what had just happened. He  gave her a hug, and held her in his arms.  He acted as tho nothing had happened. They fought and  now this was them making up. A weird and sexual routine they had at one point made up.
He wouldn't speak of this again. And she would soon heal, at least physically, 
Jason whispered in her ear " I'm sorry."  He was back. His body, his to eyes. Jason was back she thought herself.