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CHAPTER 5//n|e

I began pacing in anger, if it was humanly possible I would have burned a hole through the floor by mine, my phone lay on the bed, I looked at it like it was the primary cause of all my problems but of course it wasn't and all I wanted to do right now to give me husband the feeling of a really painful crotch hold, the happiness that would flow through me just from doing that would be too much for me but I'd be able to handle it.

How could he, why the hell did he have me so dressed up in the first place if he was going to cancel our plans and to add salt to the wound the idiot wanted me to cook, are you fucking kidding me, this couldn't be some sick joke because I definitely wasn't finding it funny in any way, why would he do that to me?

I gripped my hair tightly out of frustration, tears of anger starting to pool in my eyes, why the fuck was I so sad, I mean, why wasn't I expecting this, look who I had hopes for, this wasn't a big deal to him but it was a pretty huge one to me, I know I wasn't supposed to be this angry but I was fucking livid, why would he do this to me, again.

I don't know which one is worse, his physical abuse or his emotional one, I wouldn't have been so upset if he sent the message and the tone indicated there was regret, but all I got was a fucking,

I had an urgent call from the office, I would take you with me but you're not exactly presentable, I don't need them showing stupid concern over trash and with how volatile the media is, I don't want them thinking I'm a freaking husband beater cause all I do, I do it for you, since we won't be going out together anymore, I want my dinner to be ready by the time I'm back, you can sort yourself out, don't change out of your outfit, I want you exactly the way I left you by the time I' get back.

Who the fuck still spoke like that, it might have worked for the 20th century couples but it certainly wouldn't work for me, I don't even care anymore, he should do his worse when he gets back, I'm not going to waste what little energy I have left cooking for someone who wouldn't even appreciate my effort, I didn't care what he did anymore, I still loved him but there is a limit to what I can take, I changed my clothes I did not care what he said, my jeans were no longer comfortable for me, I took off my remaining articles of clothing, throwing them around the room, I knew this would put me in big trouble but at this point I did not care one single bit, I wore my comfortable grey hoodie, the material was so soft and the color matched my black eyes, I liked my eyes the way they were because not many people had black eyes, most had deep brown eyes confusing it for black but mine was pure black and looked really beady, I wore my favorite red lace panties, loving how soft it felt on my skin, I think I have a thing for really soft clothes, I ruffled my blonde hair, staring at the mirror I saw my black roots showing, I didn't like this color because it wasn't my natural hair color, I can't even remember the last time my black hair was there all through, all I ever saw were the roots and then he'd make me dye it blonde, I hated it but I couldn't object so I just went along with it.

I angrily stomped down the stairs but it was put to a halt by the pains all over my body, everything fucking hurt, I wasn't going to cook nothing for the bastard, in the first place I despised cooking, such a stressful process, I headed to the refrigerator and I got out the left over mac and cheese that Caleb made, I grimaced, I really didn't like this dish, but it was either this or hunger, I didn't want snacks because they didn't really fill me up, I'd be hungry within minutes, I took it out and placed it in the microwave, setting it to 2 minutes at low temperature, I didn't like my food hot, I just want it warm and I'd be okay with it.

I patiently waited for the ding of the microwave, and I can't even describe the joy I felt when it was finally ready to eat. I took it out, grabbed my spoon and walked to the living room, I sat on the comfiest sofa and turned on the tv, I decided today would be the day to watch the Big Bang theory, Howard was my role model, I loved how he always said his mind and his amazing dressing style was just to die for, he is seriously my favorite character, I selected season 3 and started my binge watch, I gave the occasional laughs and I really enjoyed how this was detoxifying my bad day, I was on the eleventh episode when the door bell rang, it couldn't be him since he had keys to access the house so who the hell was it.