Warning: This chapter will make you super duper mad so be prepared. Don't get your blood pressure up high. :-)
Jackie Simmons
"This is not fair! I should be able to have my own room," I said, angrily while crossing my arms across my chest.
"I don't care. This is the consequences when you disobey what I say. Since I can't trust you to listen to me, you're moving in my room. I can have peace at night and not have to worry about you being sexually assaulted," he demanded, bringing up the incident from the other night.
My husband was just antsy, and he could not leave me alone. He's making me move into his master bedroom with him. He said he wanted to keep me under "surveillance" because I was rebellious, and I went to a party with his permission. Every since I got almost got raped two weeks ago, I was not allowed to go anywhere without security or Brad.
"But why? I promise I won't sneak out anymore," I replied, pleading for him to listen to me.
"Stop whining. What I say goes. Stop questioning me all the time or you will get in trouble," he said, seriously, but I was not going to let this go. He kept treating me like I was two years old, and I was nineteen.
"But I just-"
I was interrupted when Brad grabbed my lips, squeezing them together between his two fingers. "I don't want to hear the excuses, and you are to be in this room every night. If you're not, I will go look for you. Jackie, I'm serious," he said, close to my face after he released my lips.
"Annie!" I called, "Brad won't let me have my own room! This is ridiculous!"
"Where's that boy at?" Annie asked, coming into the room, and when she spotted him she said to him, "Boy, I told you to stop torturing this sweet gal. Everyone makes mistakes and she said she won't sneak out again."
"I can't believe you're taking her side, Annie. No, this time she's doing what I say," he stressed to Annie, and then he looked at me, "Here, eat this. You didn't eat today," he said to me, handing me a cup of cookies and cream ice cream from the mini refrigerator in the corner of the room.
He discovered my love for the treat when he took me to an ice cream parlor to cheer me up after I almost got raped. Not knowing I adored eating the food, he was surprised to figure out I ate almost a whole liter of ice cream.
I sat down in the corner of the room, swinging my legs back and forth as I looked at the food. "Can you toss me a spoon?" I asked Brad and he rolled his eyes, throwing me a plastic spoon. Catching the plastic spoon, I grinned wide as I ate my ice cream. Brad had a housekeeper come into the room and rearrange my stuff. All of my clothes were put in a closet with Brad's suits and of course, my husband searched my clothes for "inappropriate" dresses and regular clothes so he could throw them away.
"Hey, what are you doing with those clothes? I need them. Why are you throwing away my crop tops?" I asked in disbelief as I saw him toss my clothes in the garbage without a care in the world. I gasped when I looked in the garbage, seeing almost eighty percent of my daily wear in the trash can.
"I am going to buy you a whole new wardrobe. All of these booty shorts, crop tops, and revealing dresses have to go. I will keep a few of them so that you can sleep in them, but the rest are going in the trash," my husband said sternly. Crop tops were not even inappropriate. My African parents let me wear crop tops, and that's a miracle. I smiled as I thought about the first time they saw me wear more "American-like" clothes. They had no problem with it so why does my husband think it's a crime?
"But Brad-"
"No buts," he said, putting his finger on my lips.
Later That Night
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Always Broken (Book 1 and 2)
Teen Fiction"Stop crying," he growled, gripping my chin in his hand. When I did not stop crying, he took his teeth and bit my neck hard, making a mark on me. I whimpered as I wiped my tears, keeping my mouth sealed. I wanted to scream but once again, I did not...
