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I awakened alone in our bed to the sound of the flock of happy birds chirping outside the window. I knew my husband wasn’t lying next to me, but I still ran my hand over his side of the bed. He hadn’t come home last night. He hadn’t come home or taken any of my phone calls.
A single tear escaped from my eye as I lay here alone watching the sun peek over the horizon. This is supposed to be the happiest time of my life, but it’s turned out to be the lowest point I’ve ever seen.
Maybe I should call my sisters since I haven’t spoken to either of them in over a month. On second thought, I’m not calling them. They’ll only make fun of me and say, “I told you so!”
More tears followed the one that ran fugitive as I sat up and reached for my phone so that I could call Epiphany. I can confide in her—tell her what’s really going on with me and my marriage. She won’t judge me. She won’t say, “I told you so!” She won’t laugh and talk about me behind my back.
Then again, maybe I should call Kyle. Scratch that thought! She’ll definitely judge me, talk behind my back, laugh in my face, and scream, “I told you so!” from every rooftop in Baltimore. I’ll just call home, so Daddy can come and get me. I can stay with him and Mom until I get on my feet. Anything is better than sitting in this big house all alone, missing Eric. I just can’t take it anymore, so I’m leaving . . .
I picked up my phone, ready to dial until I hear the garage door cables. The next thing I knew, Eric was standing in the bridge of our bedroom door looking at me. I could see in his eyes he had something to say, but he didn’t speak. He was probably waiting for me to start flipping out on him for not answering any of my calls last night, the way I flipped out on him about his locked, vibrating cell phone; and why the mysterious pictures were deleted before they were ever opened.
Maybe he was waiting for me to run to the bathroom and cry some more. Whatever Eric thought I would do, I didn’t. I just sat there in the bed that we were supposed to share last night, silent.
“Good morning.”
That was it. He had nothing else to say. No explanations as to why he couldn’t answer his phone when I called him last night or where he’s been. I got nothing but a casual ‘good morning.’
“Hello, Eric.” My voice cracked. I wanted to ask him where he’s been or why he ignored my phone calls, texts’, and voice mail messages, but I didn’t bother; I just can’t with the excuses today.
His deep tenor voice asked, “How’d you sleep last night?”
“Alone.” I looked away from him and turned my nose up. “I’m always alone, Eric. Always here by myself unable to be with you . . . hell, I can’t even get you on the phone. I’m-I’m tired of this. I can’t take it anymore.” When I started to cry, he sprinted over to me. “Don’t touch me!” I blocked all of his advances. “I need you more than a couple of nights per week. You are my husband, not my boyfriend. You’re not some booty call. I need you, Eric . . . not just sometimes . . . Not just Tuesdays and Thursdays or whenever you decide to come home. I need a full-time husband, Eric! Not-not this . . . not you because you’re never here.”
“Katie, baby, I love you. I don’t want to see you like this.” I flinched when he smoothed a strain of my hair out my face. “Listen, babe, I know my schedule is hard on you, and I’m sorry. Everything I’m doing, I’m doing for us. I promise I’ll do better, though, Katie. You’ll see. I promise it won’t always be like this.”
I stopped fighting him off and let him hold me. I let him dry my tears. I allowed myself to fall into his embrace as he kissed my lips. His touch was so soft and gentle. His caress was comforting. I know I shouldn’t be letting my guard down for him because nothing is going to change, but I can feel myself slipping right where he wants me to be. I should be making the call to my parents, but instead, I’m giving in to my husband as if his penis was going to make everything all better. I already knew once we made love, he’ll be gone, and I’ll be left all alone wondering when he’s coming back. I should be stronger, not giving in, but I can’t help myself.
My tears stopped as my nipples became erect. I wanted Eric to put them into his mouth one after the other. I wanted to feel his strong hands on my ass. I wanted him to look me in the eyes and tell me he loves me and only me. I wanted him to want me. I wanted his body to desire mine as much as mine desired his. I wanted to feel every inch of his manhood inside of me. I wanted him to make love to the pit of my soul. I’m on fire. He is too. I could tell.
I shivered from his rugged hands that were all over me. He had me under some type of hypnotic spell, causing goose pimples to line my bare skin from his scent. My va jay jay was about to explode from anticipation as he leaned into me. I can feel my climax about to rush from my body.
“Make love to me, Eric.” My nails clawed up his back. “I want you inside of me.”
“Oh yes, baby, but I need to take a shower first.”
I said, “No, you don’t,” before kissing his full lips. “Take me right here, Eric. I don’t want to wait any longer. I can’t go another minute without you.”
“Let me shower first, Katie, and then I’ll be all ready for you.”
When he stood up, so did I. “Where do you think you’re going? Huh . . . I finally have some time with you, and you’re running off to take a shower?” When his eyes racked away from mine to the floor, I asked him, “Where were you last night?” He didn’t answer me. “Who were you with? What were you doing? And don’t tell me work. Don’t tell me what you’ve been telling me because I’m tired of hearing it! You come in ready to rush right to the shower as if you’re trying to scrub yourself clean, but of what? Of whom, Eric?” I pulled my short, white silk robe closed, waiting for him to answer me.
“Katie, you already know I’m working, so don’t do this. Don’t place doubts in your head about me because you know there is not another woman on this earth for me.”
I don’t want to hear this. I don’t want to hear another I’m working excuse. God, I hate him so much right now. I swopped my hair behind my ear as I contemplated calling Daddy right now to come and get me out of this hellhole once and for all!
When I went for my phone, Eric pushed me forward, my hands landing on my vanity. He was right on me with his hand around my neck from behind. He lightly squeezed as he tore off my robe. With his free hand, he unfastened his belt, unzipped his pants and took out his cock. “Eric . . . what-what are you doing?” He let his dick answer for him. He shoved inside of me, fast and hard. “Eric . . . uh, Eric.” I moaned and cooed as he started bashing me from behind. The harder he fucked me, the tighter his grip was around my neck. Next, he snatched me up and threw me onto the bed. He stripped off the rest of his clothes and was all over me.
When I had enough air in my lungs, I moaned for him to stop, but he didn’t. He went harder. I got a little scared because he’s never been this rough with me before. When he pint my legs back and started drilling my pussy, I whined, “Eric, please, you’re hurting me. Stop!” As he started manhandling me, it became clear he wasn’t going to stop. It was as if Eric had blacked out and turned into a different man. He was so rough and violent; I didn’t recognize him. He was wrecking through my body so hard I started screaming, but that didn’t stop him either.
Once he finally finished inside of me, he kept his grip around my neck. His voice was low and rigid when he warned, “Now when I tell you I’m going to take a shower, you be a good wife and let me take a shower because next time . . . I-won’t-stop.”
As he got off me, I didn’t know what to say. Eric had just violated my body, and now he was threatening me. I was so scared and confused. I’ve never seen this side of my husband before—a side he threatened to bring back out the next time I stepped out of line. Well, I wasn’t taking this from him. I’m out of here!
“Eric, I’m leaving. I’m leaving, and I’m not coming back.” My voice was rising quickly. “You don’t get to hurt me! You don’t get to take my body and abuse it. I’m not some dog chew toy; I am your wife!”
He got up and went for his pants as if he didn’t hear a word I just said.
“Did you hear me, Eric? I’m leaving you. I’m done!” When he pulled out an envelope, he threw it over at me. My eyes burned through him when I asked, “What is that?”
He swiftly answered, “Plane tickets. Jamaica, Katie. Just me and you. A whole week. No office. No cell phones. No nothing. We haven’t officially taken a honeymoon yet because of my crazy schedule, but I’m taking some time now. I want to be with you, Katie, more than anything. And I’m . . .” He hesitated. “I’m sorry for what I did to you a second ago. I just got angry . . . and I’m tired . . . I-I just, baby, I’m sorry. Forgive me.”
I was a phone call away from filing a restraining order on Eric a second ago; now, here he comes with an apology and tickets to Jamaica? He’s so unpredictable, which is what I love most about him.
Suddenly, I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay with my husband, and not because he’s taking me to Jamaica. I’m staying because I love him, and I don’t want to lose him. I was just frustrated before, that’s all. He’s home now, though. With me, and only me. He promised me there is not another woman on earth for him, and you know, I believe him. I’m the only woman for my husband, and I’m going to do everything in my power to keep it that way.
When I rushed over to Eric, I wrapped my arms around him. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Katie. Just have faith in me, baby, and in us. I’m a good man that will never hurt you.”
As Eric and I started making out again, I believed him. I took every word he spoke to be true.
“Come on, baby.” Eric led me to the bathroom. “Let’s go get nasty . . .”