“I could say the same thing about you.” He reared. “You look different. Your hair finally is growing back. Just the way I liked it.”
I consciously touched the strands of my hair that was scraping my shoulders. There was only one reason why I cut it years ago and I was looking at him.
“You shouldn’t be here,” I hissed, carefully planning my next step. Safety, out of danger. That was all my mind flashed to.
“This is my house.” He gestured to the walls. “I think I deserve this place.”
“You don’t deserve shit.”Way to go Amelia, piss him off, not like he doesn’t know how to hurt you like before.
“I deserved a submissive wife, a life without trouble, and much more.” He sounded confident in his answer.
I shook my head. “You were never going to have those things. So, I ask again, what the fuck are you doing in my house?”
He clicked his tongue. “I was told that mywifemight have missed me, and I should return home.”
I shook my head. “No, you were supposed to be very far away from me.”
“That wasn’t going to happen, darling wife.” He sneered, almost chuckled out loud.
I yelled, “Don’t. Fucking. Call. Me. That.”
I reached into my bag, trying to find my phone. Things were spilling out but I didn’t care, I needed to let him or them or anyone know what was happening. Heavy footsteps struck the floor, coming close to me.
My phone was knocked out of my hands and before I could retrieve it, a rough hand clenched on my throat, thrusting me to the nearest wall.
“Why couldn’t you just be a good wife and do what you’re told to do?” he hissed as his rank breath burned my senses. I clawed at his hand, my nails trying to dig into his arm.
I wasn’t going to let this happen again. I wasn’t going to be weak again, I wasn’t going to let him in. He wasn’t even at full strength; his grip wasn’t as tight as it had been in the past.
“Because I know the true animal you are. Heartless, a drunk, and a dead man walking.” I grunted, still having trouble loosening his grip. His eyes grew hungry for whatever was going on in his mind. He acted like we were still a possibility that I could bend at his will.
His eyes darted, flashing with anger, looking at the remnants of my bag spilling over. And in one moment, my face drained of color. With his hand still wrapped around my throat, closing it tighter, he bent down picking up my ounce of spark and joy.
Chris held my scan photo, almost wanting to crush it. But eyes depicting hatred, fury, like it was some kind of betrayal.
He leaned in closer to my face. “You fucking let him fuck a baby in you?”
I rasped out, “At least you understand that it’s not yours.” I knew whatever I was planning, it was going to come with a little pain.
I thrashed my head into his head, the radiating pain pulsed through me. Chris yelled out a groan, loosening his grip on me. He stumbled back, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You fucking bitch.”
I launched myself into the kitchen, trying to find some type of weapon. I had a lot more to lose, and I would fight my way through it. I had a future to get to.
The sounds of his moans from the pain that pulsed through him only made me want to find something quicker. I knew my syringes were in a different location to prevent him looking in the same place, but at that moment, I couldn’t remember where they were. Knives were put away and my mind blanked and where they were as well.
Think, Amelia, where are they?
I knew no one was looking for me yet, my phone had been flung across the room somewhere. I had to survive, again, and hopefully for the last time.
Chris shuffled to his feet, and like a charging bull, stalked into the kitchen. This time, I didn’t think of my life flashing before my eyes, I pushed past the thoughts.
I reached into the sink and grabbed the only thing I could and remembered words from Shooter echoing in my head.Put everything you have into your swing or hit.
Chris didn’t stop charging at me, cursing me with every word in the book. The storm that brewed in his mind was about to wreak havoc on me. The pent-up anger, there was never an ounce of love nor redemption.
And that was fine by me and gave me even more reason to strike when I could. As he came charging to me, he raged on like a bull, trying to wrap his hands around my throat for the final time. Except I wasn’t saying goodbye to the world, I was taking out the trash that brought it along.
Just as his hands reached out, I grabbed the handle of a large pan that was covered with burnt residue. I swung with everything that I had until I smashed into his skull, making him spin around and collapse on the floor.
