"Good evening Mrs. Wilkerson."
"Good evening, Harvey." she greets politely at the front door. Grabbing ahold of his outreached arm, they began to make their descend down the front steps.
Walking down the driveway, towards the limousine that awaited them, Athena felt a light squeeze on her forearm making her jump slightly.
"You look, absolutely beautiful tonight Athena." Harvey whispered just out of ear shot from her husband.
"Oh-um-thank-thank you Har-Harvey." Athena stammers before quickly putting her head down, trying to contain the enormous smile plastered on her face.
It had been so long since someone had called her beautiful, and although she would have loved for the compliment to come from her husband- and not someone she saw as a father figure-it still brought a smile-a real smile-to her face.
Yet, that small spark of happiness was immediately burned and turned to ash by Harvey's next set of words, "He's in one of his moods tonight...please be careful Athena."
She sighs knowingly, whispering a dejected, "I know," before stopping in front of the limousines open car door and putting on her fake smile, "...thank you Harvey." she says politely before stepping into the limo after her husband.
As the car pulls out of the driveway, the car is filled with silence until her husband abruptly speaks up, "Harvey, could you please inform me when we are nearing the hotel please."
"Oh course sir." Harvey answers back instantly.
Athena watches cautiously as her husband thanks Harvey before reaching over and pushing a button on the console that slowly raised the partition-separating them from Harvey. Thus instantly filling the car with a suffocating silence that would make a sinner in a church sing like a canary.
Things were quickly becoming awkward. Athena didn't want to be the first one to break, but with all the tension in the air, she felt that if one of them didn't say something very soon she was going to suffocate.
Looking up from underneath her lashes, she freezes when she takes notice that her husband is already staring at her...like a raging bull.
"Athena!" He seethes.
His harsh voice makes her flinch, but she holds back her whimper knowing from past experiences, that that would only make things worse.
"Yes?" she answers in a quiet also inaudible voice.
"What did I tell you!" He growls anomalistically.
Not having the courage to look him in the eyes, she stares at her lap.
"You said to be re-" she begins to say but is cut off by a large calloused hand wrapping around her throat pressing tightly against her trachea-cutting off her air supply.
"You Look at me when I'm talking to me...Do you understand me!" He snaps.
Weakly grabbing ahold of his wrist to try and pry his hands off, she meekly nods her head-only to have him growl and squeeze even tighter.
"I. SAID. DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND. ATHENA!" He screams to her face.
"Ye-ye-ye-ye-yes-yes." She gasps, desperately clawing at his hands trying to pry his fingers off from around her throat.
With a firm and final grunt, he releases her from his grasp, and watches in slight amusement as she helplessly leans her head back against the headrest with her eyes wide open-gasping for air like some kind of fish out of water.
Pulling his phone out, Athena could hear his fingers lightly tapping against the screen-followed by silence and the clearing of his throat, "Now that I have your attention. Tell me Athena, what did I tell you earlier?"
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Rosebud's Revenge
ChickLitShe looked her soon to be dead husband in the eyes as a wicked smile made its way onto her face. He was bloody, bruised, breathing heavily, and was damn near unrecognizable. Just like she was the last time she had seen him. "I'm going to fucking ki...
