This isn't what I want

chapter 15

** Will's POV **

We sit in the parking lot outside North Richmond Hospital, and I watch the lights go off along the corridors. It's time to go.

Aidan grabs a bag and climbs out of the van.

"I'll see you soon." He says with a grin and strides off towards the entrance to the hospital.

I watch him go and then I pull out my cell. There's a picture of Jennifer on the home screen. I delete the picture, and then delete her from my phone. I delete her pictures, her number, her notifications. Anything that ties me to her. And I take off my wedding ring.

I don't love her. Not since she stopped loving me. I don't know how we stopped, but it just didn't feel the same. Then she started staying away for days and sometimes weeks. She'd use work as an excuse. Pathetic woman.

Oh, and she got pregnant again. We swore after Henry we wouldn't have anymore children. And then she got pregnant. Well, she didn't want to get rid of it. So I made sure of that. Miscarriage at 17 weeks. That's when it changed. She was scared of me. What sort of wife is scared of her own husband? She wouldn't be close to me. Wouldn't talk to me. She'd leave in the morning before I wake up, and come back late at night. So I decided to change things.

That's when our marriage got exciting for the first time in years. We added some intensity. I enjoyed it. Then she started to fight back. She'd get aggressive and I would have to respond. Restrain her. I'm the one in control. Always.

** Aidan's POV **

Remembering what Will told me, I walk up to the front desk with the bag.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry it's late, but my sister needs some things. Could I just leave them in her room? My sister is Jennifer Jareau-LaMontagne."

"Of course sir, room 23 down the left hand side. Have a good night, sir."

"Thank you."

I creep into her room, and see her lying asleep on her side. Putting the bag down, I take out a roll of black tape and strap it tight over her mouth. She wakes up and immediately starts thrashing about but I pin her arms down and tie them around her back. There's no sound from the corridor.

She's so beautiful, I have to admit. Not like the other sluts from the streets. I stroke her blonde hair and brush it out of her face. I want her to see me. Her eyes shine even in the dark, this time aided by tears.

My hands slide down the back of her gown and undo the tie. She pleads with her eyes but I'm just getting started.

** JJ's POV **

What is going on? Who is this man?

He comes in my room and ties me up with tape. I can't move or say anything. And he's on top of me. All I can see is Will. I know it isn't him, but I see his gloating face. He knows about this, I'm sure. He's behind it.

The man has taken off his shirt and has untied my gown. I shiver as he pulls it off me, and I'm wearing nothing underneath. And I know what he is going to do. Of course, I've been in this situation too many times with Will. He starts by tracing the shape of my breasts with his hands. He presses against my stomach as he lies on top of me.

It's painful as he does it. It burns and I'm crying at the same time. He carries on, ignoring me. I think he enjoys it, whoever he is. A sexual sadist. This makes me even more sad.

After an eternity, he is done. He does up his pants, and buttons up his shirt. He redresses me in the gown, and covers me with the sheets. He cuts the tape off my arms, but I'm too scared to move. He gives a silent laugh as he leaves.