Page 106 of Resurfaced Passion

In minutes he lost his whole fucking world.

Because monsters never stay gone for long.

They looked for a crack of light to slip out into so they could strike.

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As blissful as their lives were, it sometimes showed signs of not being so perfect.

Between them was as blissful as ever but the outside interference started to show itself almost as soon as Jud moved his girl into that first apartment. And then after they were married and moved forty-five minutes away to a better place, his girl would tell him sometimes she thought she saw Sony for a second outside her job, or near the college where she attended night school. She’d brushed it off as someone having Sony’s same build, but he had a feeling it was no mistake.

Jud’s biggest mistake was not taking his wife out of TN.

But once or twice a month, when those sightings doubled in number, he had to drive back to her old neighborhood and warn that disturbed motherfucker to stay far away from her.

“She’s my sister!” he’d hiss, eyes a little too drug-wild.

“What you feel when you look at her is far from brotherly. I’m warning you for the last fucking time, keep away.”

“Or what?” He’d taunt every time with a mean challenge in his eyes.

If only that warning or the million others had stuck.

The creepy sightings kept on coming when they were out to dinner, at the grocery store, even on a vacation to the coast.

Enough was fucking enough, especially with his wife pregnant now. He needed to move them far away, he was even thinking of going back to New Zealand.

Throughout it all, his wife was a queen. He’d never met a more resilient woman who would look on the positive side of everything. Her glass was continually half full.

Jud couldn’t have predicted that day for all the gold in China.

Not for nothing, he was on cloud nine kind of happy as he pulled into the car port out front of their first-floor apartment. He’d been promoted to full time mechanic at work, his wife was gorgeous and happy, and he intended to take her out for all her favorite food.

That was his plan.

Home.

See his girl, love on her rounded belly, go out to eat then fuck her until they both passed out.

It was a good life and he fucking loved it.

Swear to god, he went from work-tired to murderous in seconds as he stepped through his front door and called out her name.

One whimper, that was all it took—it was hardly noticeable, but his heart stuttered, the noise not right, and he rushed through the apartment and what he saw … iced over his blood.

Sony was dragging his girl by the hair across the floor and using his other hand to punch her in the face.

It was a scene straight out of a horror flick.

It was Jud’s fucking nightmare.

He couldn’t say for sure what those next few minutes consisted of. All he knew was he felt rage like never before when he sprang into action to help his wife.

It was as if Sony was on another planet; deranged or doped up on drugs. His running tirade of how she belonged to him and needed to come home, that she was always meant to marry him, have his babies in her belly, went on and on.

Jud felt every one of the punches delivered to her delicate bones with the few seconds it took him to move across the floor and attack the man beating her body with his wide fists. Afterward he would think about how many other punches she’d taken before he’d arrived, and it would torture him.

White noise rushed through his ears, the amount of blood covering her would make him vomit later, and though she tried to cry his name, it only made blood bubble out of her mouth. The other man didn’t even react to Jud’s presence, so intent on trying to drag Jud’s wife across the now stained carpeted floor.

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