Page 15 of Remnants
Sam barks and my anxiety shoots up as I run through the house to the front door. Opening it, I stare at my husband. Sam barks again and James’ jaw ticks as he glares at him.
“Sam,” I scold and he sits down. James cocks a brow at me.
“What in the fuck is happening,” he says through clenched teeth. “I got home ten minutes ago to surprise my wife and I find her in someone else’s home looking like…” He eyes me up and down, and his face falls.
“Where is he?” he growls, shoving roughly past me. I fall against the wall as he walks in.
“James! Wait!” I cry. “It’s not what you think!” Sam growls and blocks the hallway, his head lowered and teeth bared.
“Show yourself, you fucking coward!” he roars. There’s silence save for atap… tap… tap…on the hardwood floor. It grows closer and closer until Nora stands behind Sam. She wears a baggy T-shirt and pair of red track shorts that shows off her missing leg. I look at her in shock as she leans on her crutches.
“Can I help you?” Nora’s voice is strong and commanding as she snaps her fingers, causing Sam to instantly stop his growling before sitting beside her.
James looks Nora up and down several times before staring back at me. “Wait, you were—”
“Your wife was helping me out,” Nora says as she uses her crutches to move towards us. “I live alone, and as you can see, I have… limitations.” The way she says limitations, I know it hurts her. Hell, it hurts me to hear her say it.
James looks from Nora back to me. “My wife is known to be overly… helpful. Please, if she becomes too much, let me know and I’ll get her to back off.”
“Katie is a pleasure.” Nora’s snap sends chills over my body and I can’t help but notice that James stands straighter. “I’m very thankful to have had her helping me.”
I feel a blush creeping up my neck to my cheeks as memories of last night fill my mind.
“Well, if you need anything else…” James glares down at Sam before giving Nora his award winning smile. “Don’t hesitate to ask. Until then, I must steal my wife back.” James spins around and stares at me. The smile falls and the darkness in his eyes causes my stomach to twist. I give Nora a final apologetic look before quickly following James out of the house and toward our home.
Once inside, I close the door and turn around in time to have the back of James’ right hand collide with my face. It catches me off guard and causes me to stumble onto the floor. I look up at him in fear, eyes welling with tears from the sting.
“I try to be a good husband,” he growls, throwing a crystal vase on the ground. I wince as it shatters around me, too close to not be a threat. “I tried calling you yesterday, and I was ignored.”
“I was at—” I sob out when he hits me again. I know better than to interrupt him. He grabs me by my hair and begins dragging me down the hall. I grab his wrist, trying to stop him from ripping out a chunk of my hair. He flings me against my bed and I cry out again when I bounce off the bed and my side hits my nightstand.
“I don’t care what you were doing!” he roars. “I am your husband. You fucking do as you are told!”
I hold a hand up in defense as I cower on the floor beneath him. My body is shaking in fear and pain.
“Please,” I wheeze while gripping my side. “James, I’m sorry, please.”
“Why do you have to make me be the bad guy? Look at this mess!” He runs his hands through his hair and I feel a pang of guilt as I think about Nora. Had I been here when he came home this morning, had I not cheated on him, he wouldn’t be like this. Maybe I do deserve it.
I lower my head as I begin to sob silently. I hate this, I hate him, I hate us, and I hate thatdespiteeverything, I know I will get up, clean the mess, and make him lunch.
James falls to his knees in front of me and reaches his hand out to cup my cheek. I flinch instinctively. He looks me in the eyes and I see the soft, sorrowful look he always has after a big blow up. Though, usually the blow ups are spaced further apart than this.
“I’m sorry, Kaitlin,” he chokes out as he presses his lips against me. I want to wretch. I want to scream. Nora’s lips had been on mine and now… I break the kiss as James lifts me up and sets me on the bed. Oh god, no.
“James… please,” I beg as he removes my pants and underwear. His hands run up my thighs, and they may as well be razor blades. “Please, I… I’m not feeling well. My side really hurts.” I close my eyes as the jingle of his belt fills my ears, followed by the zipper of his fly. My left eye is swollen almost completely shut and my right is blurry from the tears.
“I’ll be quick and gentle,” he grunts. I bite back a cry as I feel his dick force itself into me. It hurts due to the lack of lubricant. I feel him rip his dick out and shuffle down as he spits on myvagina before pressing his fingers in and out of me a few times. He slips his dick back in and sighs.
“There we go. See, I knew you wanted it, feel how wet you’re getting?” I let out a small cry and turn my head as he continues to grunt and thrust inside me like some kind of animal. Finally, after what feels like forever, James lets out a loud groan and I feel him finish inside me. He rolls off of me and gets up, putting his pants back on.
“I’m going to go stay at my office tonight. I have a board meeting in the morning, so don’t worry about dinner. Get everything cleaned up.” He leans down and kisses my temple and I nearly gag as his fingers insert themselves into me, as if he’s pushing his cum back inside. “Keep a hold of that, maybe this time you’ll be a good wife and make me a daddy.” He stands back up before exiting the room. I listen as the door shuts and I curl my legs up, bringing my knees to my chest as I allow the tears to spill freely down my face. I don’t dare make a noise, for fear of him hearing me before he leaves.
Kaitlin
EIGHT
I sitin my car listening to the rain as it hits my windshield. I have no idea how long I've been sitting here, staring at the entrance to the pharmacy. My guess is at least an hour, because my once-hot coffee has gone cold. I glance at myself in the rearview mirror. My face is bruised, my lip swollen, and I have a black eye. I’ve done my best to hide what I can with makeup, but I am relying on my oversized round sunglasses to cover the rest. My body aches so badly I can barely move. Getting dressed this morning involved screaming, crying, and an extra forty-five minutes, and now all I want is the pain pills that the pharmacist had filled for me, thanks to James’ partner in the surgical group. Well, that and I need to grab another medication before I head back home.
