Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 47: I Want A Divorce

Today is the day I tell Marcus I want a divorce. I'm so fucking scared though, but if I don't do it now then I'll never do it and I'll be stuck in an unhappy, abusive relationship. I just know he's going to go mental... I sit playing with my food, feeling worried.

"Not hungry?" Marcus asks, staring at me.

I shake my head.

"Not really..." I say quietly.

"Got something on your mind?" He asks, still staring at me.

I look up at him.

"I think we need to talk."

"Ok." He nods.

He's not even going to ask me why?

"About us." I say, slowly building up the confidence.

"I'm all ears." He says, not giving any indication on his feelings.

I pause for a few seconds.

"I... I haven't been happy for a while now... our marriage hasn't been easy..."

I try looking away from his cold stare. He suddenly stands up, taking his plate over to the sink. I lower my eyebrows and stand up too, following him.

"Marcus? I'm trying to tell you-"

He suddenly turns around throwing his plate. It misses me and hits the wall. I jump, feeling my heart stop.

"Marcus!"

"I know everything Layla."

I don't say anything. I stare at him wide eyed, worried what he is going to do next.

"You think you were clever sneaking around behind my back?" He chuckles.

"I.. I don't know what you mean?"

He grits his teeth and slaps me across my face, really hard. I cry out and fall on the floor.

"I've been wanting to do that for a while now. See, I've been holding back, until now."

I look up at him crying, holding my face.

"I want a divorce!" I yell and kick my legs, trying to move away from him.

He glares at me and pulls me back. He slaps me again and puts his hands around my throat, squeezing hard. I try pushing him off, but he's so much stronger than me and I can't breathe. I dig my nails in to his arms, trying to scratch him.

"Go on! Try saying that again!" He shouts.

I try gasping for air and my eyes start to water up. He suddenly releases his grip and pushes me back. I cough and gasp for air, holding my neck. I pant, leaning up against the wall.

He runs his hands through his hair and sighs.

"I know you've been lying about seeing your sister, because you've been fucking Michael. That bitch has been covering up for her dirty, slut of a sister."

I look up at him, still trying to catch my breath. I cough and rub my neck.

"I also know all about Michaels little secrets, because you're not the only one with secrets are you Layla?"

I lower my eyebrows.

"What?" I manage to say.

"That's right." He laughs. "He's a waste of space addict, and a murderer."

I widen my eyes. How has he found out about all of this?

"I've known for a while now. I went through your emails one day. It was nice of Jake to send you them newspaper articles about Michael. I wonder what his manager would do if I told them Jake sent out things he shouldn't of?"

"No." I shake my head. "Leave Jake out of this. I asked him to do that! At the time I wanted Michael fired... I was going to show you them."

"But then what happened? You fell in love with him, so you thought of keeping his secret quiet."

"No." I shake my head. "He told me his side of the story. He was set up, he didn't kill anyone."

Marcus scoffs.

"Did he feed you that bullshit after he fucked you?"

"I believe him."

"Wow, you're really fucking stupid." He laughs. "So you want to leave me, for someone who's been to prison and who takes drugs?"

I hold on to the chair and stand up.

"He might have done and gone through some bad stuff, but he doesn't fucking abuse me and hurt me! Our marriage is over. You're an evil person and I'm finally realising this. You're a piece of shit, and I'm leaving you." I turn around, heading towards the front door.

I get closer to the door, but he grabs me by my hair and throws me on the stairs. He threw me hard, causing me to hurt my side. He locks the door and keeps the key.

"You're not fucking going any where. I wanna beat the shit out of you right now, but I'm holding back. I'm assuming you've told Michael I beat you, so I don't want him to see any signs that I've hurt you."

"What do you mean?" I moan in pain.

He smiles.

"I'm going to call him in to my office tomorrow morning, and you're going to fire him."

"No!" I shake my head and try and get up from the stairs.

He grabs my ankles, pulling me down and slaps me again.

"You will do what I fucking tell you! Or I'll kill you, and I'll also get that crack head sent back to prison and you wouldn't want that would you? You care about him, so you wouldn't want to see him be put behind bars again, would you?"

"Marcus.." I cry. "You can't!"

"I can, and I will. It would take one call to the police about all the drugs he has, and he will be put back inside for a long time. Considering he's already been in prison for murder, I'm pretty sure he won't get a slap on the wrist. They would have a lot of fun with him." He smiles.

"No.. please." I cry.

"It would be a shame if Jake got fired too wouldn't it? How would he support his little family? It would ruin him."

"No please don't do that! Just leave them out of this!"

"Well it's simple. You fire Michael tomorrow, and then never see him again. Then I'll consider not saying anything."

I cry looking down.

"You don't realise how much I wanna hurt you... And Michael. I could fucking kill the bastard. I figured you firing him would hurt him enough though." Marcus smiles. "Especially when he realises you've told me everything about him. All the secrets he thought you would keep." Marcus laughs. "He'll feel so betrayed."

I lower my eyebrows.

"No Marcus, I won't do it!"

"Ok. I'll just call the police now then shall I?" He takes out his mobile and dials the number.

I widen my eyes.

"No don't call the police!" I cry.

"Well say your do it."

I shake my head sobbing harder. Marcus sighs and shakes his head.

"Police." He says on the phone.

"Ok!!! Stop!!" I shout.

He gives me a look.

"Hang up, please." I say through my shaky voice. "I'll do it." I say quietly.

"I couldn't hear you?" He smirks.

"I'll fire him!" I shout.

He smiles and puts down his phone.

"That's what I wanted to hear."

I look down crying.

"Move." He says pushing me. "Go up in to the bedroom."

I cry and just do what he says. I'm fearing for my life right now, and the lives of the people I care about.