THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY BOOK TWO (I'll Never Love Again) (girlxgirl)

CH.FIVE

Whenever I think of the past, it brings back so many memories.    

_Steven Wright

JAYCEY'S POV

This couldn't be real. But it was, she was there, holding me, looking at me and speaking bullshit. Her brown eyes, her slightly cold hands that sent an enticing thrill all over my body. It was her, at first I couldn't believe it but now I did. I paced around in nothing but a skimpy night gown, my mind wasn't at ease. What was I going to do? I couldn't tell Eric, I could call Maggie and tell her or I could go to Belle and tell her never to tell a soul about our past.

"Care to explain what happened yesterday," Eric said walking inside the room. I had locked myself inside our bedroom the whole of the night and I'm sure he was pissed off at that. And the fact that I slapped Isabelle.

"I needed time to think Eric."

He chuckled unamused, "You slapped Anderson infront of every important person in the business industry. What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I told you the woman is a dyke, the third rule said no matter how inapropriate she gets, you shouldn't act out of line."

I wasn't in the mood for his stupid rules so I ignored him and made my way out of the room but he grabbed me by my wrist, flew me across the room and luckily I landed on the bed with a thud.

"Don't you fuckin walk out on me whilst I talk. You're the wife, know your place," he was standing just infront of me, his face contorted with fury, his voice deep and firm.

I stayed on the bed, incase standing up from it would anger him more. I didn't even try to fix my night gown which had rode up to my waist, leaving me exposed to him.

"Your rules were stupid Eric."

His hand landed on my face, covering almost the whole of it. The sound of the slap echoed in the room, it's impact causing my face to hit on the bed hard enough to evoke a throbbing headache. Tears welled up in my eyes, I guess I wasn't trying hard enough not to anger him.

"Repeat what you said," he barked, hovering ontop of me. His scent filled my nostrils, he had been drinking. His hands fell on my face as he forced me to look at him.

"I'm-I'm sorry," my eyes were pleading with his but it was worthless.

"Oh no honey, that's definitely what you did not say. Repeat what you said before I lose my mind."

"Your rules were stupid...Eric," I spoke in a mumbled voice.

"So what does that make me? An idiot?"

"I didn't say that."

His eyes took me in, he used his thumb to wipe my stray tears away. I flinched at his touch.

"I know baby. I know," he said. "Don't make me lose my mind. I'm not a fool."

He stood up from the bed and smiled at me as if nothing had happened. I gulped down nothing, I wanted to let out a sigh of relief but I chose to hold my breath until he left. A whole minute passed with him just staring down at me, whatever was in his mind wasn't good. He was plotting something I wouldn't like, I just knew it.

"You have to apologise," he finally spoke.

"I'm sorry," I breathed out. His eyebrows knitted before he started to laugh. I was so confused. He told me to apologise but he was laughing, Eric was definitely in need of help. His mentality needed a checkup.

"Not to me you fool," an arrow was shot through my heart, "You have to apologise to Anderson. What you did was uncalled for so today you should go and apologise for your childlike behaviour."

With all the strength I had, I pushed him off of me and stood up from the bed, my eyes wide open, my heart beating out my chest. I couldn't go to Belle, I couldn't go, not now atleast.

"Why are you doing this Eric? You hate the Andersons for all I know so you should be rejoicing that the dyke was humiliated," I shouted, not caring about what he would do to me for raising my voice.

"You're my wife," he whispered through gritted teeth, "I have an image to keep, you were supposed to play along and not act like a fucked up daughter of a hoe."

Son of bitch.

I wanted to scream at him, to strangle him. I wanted more than anything to just hurt him in some way.

"I hate Anderson and what my plans are, darling, that's none of your damn business at the moment."

"Why did you marry me Eric? I'm not your puppet," I don't know where I got the balls to say that but I instantly regretted it when Eric's hands balled into fists. Anything was possible with him, a blue eye would mean nothing as long as I had make up to cover it.

"Clean yourself up, get your ass out of this room and go to Anderson. Apologise, befriend her and come back to your husband. Do you understand what I just said?"

I nodded my head. Afraid of defying his wishes. He gave me a full smile, his grey eyes digging into my green ones before he turned and walked out of the room. I sighed and sat down on the floor. Eric had a switch, one moment he was the perfect husband and the next, a nightmare no one wished to have. If Belle hadn't resurfaced this wouldn't have been happening. How did I not put two and two together and figure out that the so talked about Anderson was Isabelle Anderson. Why wasn't I interested in finding out who Anderson was, why didn't it ring a bell or was I just plain dumb. If I had known, I would have prepared myself.

The past held so much happiness and sadness. The past was swallowing me up and promising never to spit me out. I let my tears fall, hoping that crying would loosen the burden weighing on my shoulders. Memories played tennis in my mind, going back and forth. I couldn't rid off the thought of Belle's touch, her intoxicating scent, her brown alluring eyes, her tempting lips. I suddenly felt a deep longing for her, I wanted her. I needed her and maybe Eric's plan wasn't bad after all, whatever reasons he had for trying to bring me close to Belle didn't matter anymore. Why? Because now I had my own.