Enough (Bendy Character Story)

Chapter 3

Warning: This chapter contains abuse.

Bendy POV

More Than Enough

It was another night and Cuphead said he was going to work again. As I was hugging him I could smell something else. Like expensive perfume. I grimaced as I pulled away from him and went to the other side of the counter to the stove.

"I can smell her." I said as I stirred the food in the pan.

"What?" He questions in a semi-confused voice.

"Her perfume. Margaret or whoever." I state bringing what happened up again. He sighed.

"Bendy come on we-" I slam the wooden spoon on the counter and looked at him cutting him off.

"Look you're caught! I caught you! And you're not gonna talk your way out of this!" I exclaim at him as he gave me a look. I glared at him as I placed my hands on the counter leaning over it.

"How many Cuphead? How many have there been?" I question him as he gave me a dead face.

"What does it matter?" He questions me as I felt taken back. He can't be freaking serious. How the hell could he think so little of it?

"It's not that our sex life hasn't been good, it's been great Bendy. But I'm a man. Men and your type have different needs." He tells me as I turned away from. Is this because I don't identify as a woman? Is this why he was doing this? The fact that he's having sex with someone who doesn't identify as either gender isn't enough so he goes looking for a woman who identifies as one as well? I placed my hands on my hips feeling furious. That had to be part of the reason. Cause he even went as far as saying "your type".

"Margaret is willing to take care of those needs. Maybe that's better for everyone." He tells me sounding sincere. I felt disgusted as I looked at him.

"You know what it's better for you!" I exclaim pointing at him. He looks down at me. It seemed I was annoying him but I didn't care cause now he has a small glimpse to how I feel.

"You've got a pretty good deal huh Cuphead? You go out and fool around! I stay home and take care of your house, your kid!" I shout slamming some utensils on the counter.

"Well no more Cuphead! That's it! This little thing you have going is over!" I shout going around the counter to face him as he turned to me.

"Calm down Bendy."

"No! I'm not going to do this anymore! Okay?! I'm not going to just sit here! And take it, and take it! Sorry! I love you, yes! But I am not a doormat! We are married! You're my husband! And you cannot do this to me! You cannot do this to me anymo-" I was cut off by Cupheads hand slapping me. I gasped looking up at him covering my cheek with my hand. Did he just hit me?

"What? I can't hit you?" He asks in a poised voice. I drop my hand from my face and glare at him.

"No you can't!" I say in an angry tone. Suddenly he raised his fist and punched me knocking me back to the floor. I groaned lifting myself up. I turned to him but he quickly leaned over to me.

"You wanna fight?" He questions me in a threatening but calm tone as I stayed where I was on the floor. I went quiet as I looked at him.

"I'm a man darling it's no contest. You gotta understand something Bendy, and I thought you did. I make the money in this house so I make the rules. It's my rules you with me?" He asks his voice in a tone as if we were having a casual conversation and not like he just hit me.

"It's your rules." I say softly the fight in me gone as I felt afraid.

"What if I don't like the rules?" I question as he squatted down beside me.

"If you don't like them? Well come on honey life isn't just things we like. You've got to take the bad with the good. That's what marriage is." He tells me as he tried to touch my face but I moved away from him letting out a small noise of distress. I stood up as he did with me.

"So for you, today maybe is a bad day. Tomorrow may be great." He tells me.

"Tomorrow will be great." I say sounding like a robot instead of an actual person. He lets out a sigh of relief smiling at me. That smile no longer held any comfort or affection to me. It was empty.

"Yeah. Today, is the price you pay for having such a good life. Now I'm going to go out. This might be better don't you think? I don't have to sneak around or say I'm going to work. I can just say I'm going to Margaret's, and I'll be back in a few hours." He tells me as I felt disgusted. This is not what I want. I don't want an unfaithful husband who thinks it's okay to go off and do things with other people. I watched as he walked over to my bag and pulled out my keys and ID. He came back over to me and showed them.

"Just so you don't do anything you might regret." He tells me as I looked at my belongings. He placed a hand on my face and kissed my forehead as I pulled my head away in protest as he then walked out of the house. I heard his car start as I raised a hand to my wound and felt a cut on my cheek that was swelling. I winced when I touched it and looked at my hand seeing blood. I let out a small frustrated yell as I heard the sound of his car pulling away. I reached over to the small table and grabbed the home phone. I looked at it as I walked into the living room area. Should I report him? He can't do this to me and get away with it. This isn't right! I decided to call his brother but right when I dialed two numbers there was a knock on the window. I jumped looking up to see Cuphead. I walked over and unlocked it as he opened it.

"Who are you calling?" He asked me as I felt a knot in my throat.

"Your brother. I was supposed to bring Gracie by tomorrow so I guess I better cancel." That part was true. Once a week I'd bring Gracie to see her uncle.

"You know love is a scary thing. How powerful it is. What it does to you. That's what happened here. You see if I ever think of. I just. I can't. I refuse to live without you. I think you understand what I mean." He tells me as he closed the window.