Not The Life I Expected

Chapter Two

 I wake up to silence, and an empty space next to me. I look around, and the door is wide open and Brian's guitar is gone. Hopefully he went to the studio and I'll be able to get some peace for an hour or two. I walk to the kitchen, where my phone lays fully charged. I notice I have three missed calls and two texts from Brian. The first texts reads.

"Good morning, Mackenzie-Boo. I'm going to be at the studio for a few hours, I should be home by 9:30. I love you."

I look at the clock, 9:23, I think to myself and sigh. "I won't be left alone for long." I read the last text and it says,
"So, you're ignoring me? I've called you three times and left you a nice text. I see how it is. We'll deal with this when I get back!"

"Fuck my life," I say to myself as Brian walks through the front door. I don't look at him, scared of what he's going to say. He walks over. 
"Why weren't you answering my calls?" He asks.
"I was sleeping, I... I just woke up."
"Stop stuttering! You know I hate it when you do that!"

I keep looking away until he grabs a hold of my face, and forces me to look at him. "When I talk to you, I expect you to look at me! Do you understand?!" I nod and he lets go. "Good," he says and walks away. 

"Dick," I mumbled and he walks up the stairs, but he stops and comes back.
"What did you just say?" He asks, almost yelling.
"Nothing... darling." I answered sarcastically. He glares and slaps me across the face... I gasp , and looked at him shocked.
"I hate your fucking attitude sometimes." He walks away finally. I walk into the living room to sit on the couch, and I break down into tears. How did I get caught up in all of this? I think to myself. This is not what I expected when I married my High School sweetheart. 

As I hear Brian walk down the stairs, I quickly stop crying and wipe away my tears before he walks over. He sits next to me, and puts his arm around and places his hand on my shoulder. "Mackenzie-Boo..." He says sweetly.
"What?" I look at him confused. 
"I'm sorry I slapped you, I shouldn't have done that." I shrug as he kisses my cheek, "I can make it up to you."

"How?" I asked... he only winks. I sigh, "Brian... I'm not in the mood this morning."
"But I am!" He yells, then starts kissing my neck. I push him away, 
"No!" He grabs my wrists tightly, 

"What's your fucking problem this morning?! You should be more like Matt's girlfriend, Mikayla. She has sex with him when he asks, and she doesn't give him an attitude!" I look away, almost in tears. I hate it when he compares me to her, it bugs me. 
He grabs my face again and forces me to look at him, "Look at me when I'm talking to you!!" He screams, he holds onto my wrists harder.
"Brian... stop, you're hurting me!" I cry and beg. But he only laughs, 
"Then don't give me an attitude." He lets go of me and walks away. I look down at the red marks on my wrists, Great. I think, More bruises to add onto the list.