The Office

Twenty-One

A/N: NSFW

--Mitch--

I laid in bed. I rolled over and looked at the clock. It read 3:25. I haven't slept. I know it isn't good for Ruby but I'm so stressed, and scared. It's been two months since Joel has been home.
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I jumped when I heard the front door slam shut. Hard footsteps on the stairs made shivers go up my spine. I held my stomach and I sat up, waiting for Joel to burst through the door. And before I knew it, he did.

"Hey Mitch. How's the baby?" He slammed the door shut and started removing his clothes, "It won't hurt her. I promise."

"No Joel. Please." I pulled the blanket further over me as he removed his boxers, standing completely naked.

"Oh yes. I will." He climbed on the bed, over to me. He grabbed the blanket and ripped it off me, throwing it to the floor.

"Joel please." I cried. He slapped my face and pulled down my underwear. He made a face of disgust and lined up with my entrance. I knew this was bad. So very bad.

He shoved himself into me and thrusted until I felt that pain. The pain I always felt when I was him. But now it's hurting my baby. My little girl who I'm supposed to protect. I'm a bad person.

He finished himself in me and got off the bed, putting his clothes back on. He threw my underwear at me and I quickly put them on, not looking over at Joel, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"About what?"

"The baby. I'm her father, Mitch. I have the right to know."

"I was scared. I know you feel stuck because of Andrew. I didn't want you to think you had to stay because you had two."

"But I am stuck."

"Then why didn't you come home for two months Joel? The two months that your son took to get back to being himself, after you beat him. For a week, he didn't say anything besides 'Dad hurt me'. He's scared of you."

"Good! Everyone is scared of me. You, Andrew, me! I don't care anymore Mitch! I'm done trying to be nice. If people are always scared of me, how am I supposed to fix things?!"

"You don't want to fix things! You just make it worse!" He snapped. I saw the anger flash in his eyes. He walked over to me and pulled me by the legs down to him.

"I try Mitch! You hate me no matter what I do!"

"I don't hate you," I said quietly, "I love you. It's you who hates me."

"Of course I hate you. You ruined me."

"You got me pregnant, Joel. You proposed to me. I didn't do shit!"

"But you don't regret it!"

"Of course not! I got an amazing family out of it! You ruined it by beating me, Joel. You ruined our life!"

Anger filled his eyes. His face. His body. The whole room. Even the house. All anger. Everywhere.

It was like life played in slow motion as he punched me in the face then threw me off the bed. And I landed, on my stomach. Please God no.