He scoffs. “You don’t have any fucking money, and besides, eat the slop you just tried to feed me. It’s fit for a pig like yourself.”
I let out a soft sigh and walk into the kitchen. If it wasn’t for Charlie, I would have ended my life long ago. I have been with Craig since I was sixteen. It was love at first sight. But over the years, he has changed into the man who just called me a pig and was more worried about food than his wife's well-being.
He used to be so loving and kind. He was funny when I first met him, which is what drew me to him in the first place. But now, he is so mean that I can barely breathe around him without him lashing out at me.
I just feel so fucking defeated all the time. I know it is just his mental health talking. We have a back story that is a mile long. I used to think things were going to get better over time, but it's been three years now, and he is still treating me this way.
I have loved him for so long, though, and I don't know if I am capable of feeling a different way toward him.
Is it really love at this point?
“What are you thinking about?” His voice comes from behind me as he walks into the kitchen.
I look over my shoulder at him and smile softly. “Nothing. I was just putting some food on my plate.”
Craig walks up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. “I am sorry for my words, baby. You know I don’t mean them.” He nuzzles my neck. “I bought you some food, too, by the way. It should be here in a few minutes.”
Maybe he does actually love me still. “Thank you,” I mumble before grabbing some Tupperware from the cabinet.
He scoffs, stepping back and throwing his hands in the air. “You don’t seem very grateful. You can’t seem to wait to get away from me.”
Panic rises as I quickly turn around to catch him before he leaves me. “Wait!” I grab him by the arm to stop him. “I am thankful, babe. I was just going to put away the food.” That old feeling of not being enough, not being able to take someone’s anger or disdain, comes back to haunt me. He knows exactly which buttons to press to get me to bend to his will.
He smirks at me and steps into me, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck. “Good. You can show me just how thankful you are later tonight.”
My eyes widen, and a scowl grows on his face. His grip tightens in my hair, making me wince. “Maybe, I should just push you to your knees right now and force you to swallow my cock.”
I slightly shake my head. A part of me wants him to do it. At least then, I would feel like he loved me. I am only worthy of someone's love if I can please them. I know I can please him if he forces me to do this right now. Then maybe he will be nicer tonight. But I don’t want Charlie to wake up and catch us in the act.
I bite my lip. “Not now, husband.” I trail my finger down the front of his chest until I get to the top of his pants. “I promise I will make your wait worthwhile.”
He leans forward and pulls my bottom lip into his mouth, biting me hard. “You are going to take every inch I give you, and I want your tears.”
I nod, and he releases me with a squeeze of my chin, leaving the kitchen.
I let out a sigh of relief. I held him off for now. But I know I will be used and abused later tonight. I know deep down I need to leave. I need to show Charlie that we as women deserve a better life than what my husband is showing us. But I have been with him for so long, I don’t know if I am capable of surviving on my own. Plus, am I really even worth anything without him? I have no job or money. What even is my worth if I am not Craig’s wife?
He will get better. I just know it in my heart that things will change for the better. It has to…
Plus, I can suffer through anything for Charlie to have both her parents in her life.
Chapter 4
Hunter
“How much longer are you going to be, man?” Viper’s voice comes from the other side of my bedroom door. I’m going to punch him.
I have just finished my shower, and I’m wiping my wounds on my legs. I don’t understand what he’s in a rush for. He isn’t even supposed to be here right now. “I will be out in a second.” I grab a fresh pair of pants and pull them on. I’m still buttoning themwhen I open my bedroom door, and Viper stands on the other side.
His eyes go to my groin when I zip up my pants, and I chuckle. “If you want to suck my dick, all you have to do is ask.”
He scoffs. “Ew, fucking gross, man.”
I shrug and walk past him. “You are the one who was staring at my crotch.”
His face turns red. “I only glanced because your movement drew my attention, that is all. Fucking weirdo.”
I raise my brow. “Why are you still here, anyway?”
