MONSTERS (Z. M)

Chapter 28

Cherry

I sat on my queen-sized bed, watching the clock ticking. I had been like that for three hours just  waiting until the time that Charity was going to bring Jason back from the doctor. He came up with a really nasty fever a week ago, that scared the crap out of me.

I took him to the doctor and even though his fever had gone down, his pediatrician had recommended today's session for check-up. I was ready to bring him until Zayn bursted into my room in the morning and we had an argument over a kiss he tried to force on me. He got so angry that he locked me in.
What a baby.

I hated Zayn for making me miss being a mother to my son over a stupid kiss. When he was the one that made kissing undesirable.who would want to kiss someone whose breath  stink of weed and alcohol every single time. I could wither a little hate kiss but not over that breath.

It was horrible.

I exhaled  deeply staring at the clock. It was  nine now and I hated myself for zoning out for almost an hour. I felt like I wasn't being responsible mother.

After giving myself a good speech , I went back to focusing on the clock, then, to the door, willing it open with my mind.

For the past one months, I had spent every single day locked in that hedious little bedroom. The only thing that gave me the will to live was my son. Until Zayn was still alive , it was not a good place to die and leave an offspring. I refused to go before him.

"Hey wife! " I was startled to reality by my husband who walked in. He was just in his Calvin maklein boxer and I towel hanging around his neck.he probably came from his drug trafficking inneandos and went to clean himself up probably forgetting to brush his teeth.

"I had a fun day." He was unusually cheerful that Monday morning. He strolled towards me slightly drying his hair.I backed up when he overstepped the boundary, and stood really closely towards me.

I tried to put my foot down but that closeness really freaked me out. "what are you doing here?" I asked climbing the bed just to be away from him.

"This... is my... house" he said dragging . "and I wanted to see my wife." he leaned  in. Apparently, he could not take the hint. And when he was about to kiss me, I shot up. He grabbed my hand and forced me back down. "I want you.!" he said suddenly.

Oh God not again .

" I am not ready! " I played my usual card, then whimpered when I couldn't fight free of him. Damn he was strong and heavy!

"Stop crying, I don't care if you are ready or not, " He barked his teeth gritted. "you"grabbing my hair, he pulled it back forcing me to lie flat on my back." Are mine, my fucking wife and I am done waiting. So now, we are going to do this. "He was a broken record. Always threatening me with sex.

" No, No please I... "I didn't get to beg further as his weed smelling mouth was already on mine. His hand that was behind my neck a while back, was now  squeezing the air out of me. I gulped for air but the douche didn't care. He was just moaning while torturing my lips.

The kiss was disgusting, he might have had taken a shower but he forgot to wash his mouth that reeked of weed. his roughness was revolting and at the thought of being taken advantage of, I panicked.I thwarted pushing him, punching and even pinching him but he wouldn't stop. I was just glad he didn't kick me or try to break my hand again.

It wasn't completely healed and in fact I still felt pain whenever I put pressure on it.

"Stop resisting!" . He whispered and I could feel him gazing at me." Or I will hurt you,I will break your hand again! "he threatened and went back to kissing me. I continued kicking and even when he punched my stomach, I did not stop fighting.