MACI KATE
I knew David was an asshole, but I didn’t think he was crazy. When he first started driving, I figured he was bringing me back to his place so we could talk, but when he passed his road and got on the interstate, I started to freak out. When he dragged me out of the car by my hair, my fight or flight finally kicked in. As he walked me in front of him up to this worn-down cabin, I knew I had to do something before I was trapped inside. All I could think about was getting back to Bennett and Reece. I caught him unawares, and stupidly tried to run off. I never in a hundred years would have thought he would put his hands on me.
I’ve been gone a few hours now. The sun went down while we drove, and I can see the stars bright in the sky out the dirty windows. My head is still pounding from where David backhanded me for fighting him and trying to get away. I’ve been sitting here, handcuffed to the iron rails of the headboard of the bed in the corner of the single room cabin. I’ve been watching him pace around since we’ve been here. His eyes are bloodshot, and his body is a sickly pale tone.
He keeps pulling on his greasy hair, pacing around and around. Every few minutes he sits, but then his hands and legs begin to twitch, and minutes later he is up again, walking around. What the hell is he doing? It’s almost like he’s gearing up to something, trying to figure out how to solve a problem.
I can’t keep my eyes off him. Horrifically fascinated by the sight before me, I watch as he unravels. What will happen when he’s completely gone? How can I get out of this disaster? It burns my ass that even in this state, he can overpower me. Unable to stand the silence, I try and reason with him. In a calm voice, I ask, “David, why did you bring me up here?” He stops his pacing and stares at me, pinning me to my spot on the floor. The look he’s giving me makes my heart beat triple time. “Didn’t you want to talk?” I try again, hoping I can get him out of his head.
A wicked smile spreads across his face, and he approaches me with slow, unsteady movements. With my heart beating erratically in my chest, a sick feeling fills me. God, this is so fucking wrong.
He crouches down in front of me and runs the back of his fingers up my neck and into my hair. I shiver at his touch, bile rising in my mouth. He tangles his hand in my hair and pulls me roughly into him. I cry out from the pain. “That’s it, Maci. I want to hear you scream when I take you the way I’ve imagined all these years.”
His hot, whiskey-scented breath assaults my senses, burning my nostrils and making my eyes water. His flat stare holds my eyes captive. I’m too afraid to look away from him, worried what he might do to me. He kisses me roughly and tries to shove his tongue in my mouth, but I refuse to let him in. David doesn’t care; he bites my lip, and as the iron taste covers my tongue, he attacks my mouth. I jerk my head away from his, but with his hand in my hair, he pulls me back. I bite back my cry, but can’t help the tears that fill my eyes.
“You are MY wife, and you’re spreading your legs for that washed up Marine. How could you bring up Bennett around him? You are a terrible mother. You’ve been lucky in the past. I haven’t given you the punishments you deserved. That’s changing now.” He unbuckles his belt, pulls it through the loops, and then sets it next to him. When he undoes his fly and pulls his zipper down, fear consumes me. I know what’s coming next. “Don’t fucking cry, now. I’m going to teach you. Show you how to be the wife and mother you were supposed to be the first time around. I’m going to show you who you belong to, and what that means.”
David runs his hand up my thigh, but I clamp my knees together, keeping him from touching me. I know that in this position he can take exactly what he wants. His evil laugh frightens me more than I already am. “You always were a cold bitch, Maci. It’s your fault I had to fuck other women. You didn’t know how to fuck a man right. That’s on me, and I should have taught you better. I didn’t see the point of putting much effort into your training back then. Dad can’t get over what you did to our family, and froze my trust fund until you are back to being the good little wife I know you can be.”
Hot rage consumes me, and I snap. “Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!” I scream louder and louder in his face.
The bastard laughs, and I can see the crazy in his eyes. “Now, now, Maci girl. That isn’t how you talk to your husband.” He’s enjoying stirring me up.
“I’m not your wife,” I mumble under my breath, unable to contain my anger.
“What was that?”
“Nothing,” I bite back bitterly, knowing my temper is going to get me in trouble.
The slap across my face stings, but at this point, I’m not surprised by it. “Tell me what the fuck you said,” he screams, spittle flying into my face.
I unleash all the fury coursing through me. “I said, I’m not your fucking wife, you bastard! I hate you! Being your wife tainted the best years of my life! I can’t stand the fact that your blood runs through Bennett’s veins. You’re a good for nothing bastard who deserves to rot in a pile of your daddy’s shit. You are nothing, you vile motherfucker!”
His fist flies at my face making my head bounce off the headboard and slump to the side. Dazed, I watch him pull his pants over his hips and jerk his dick out. Blood trickles down my face and over my lips while David shoves my thighs apart, settling between them. I close my eyes, squeezing them tight, unwilling to watch what is about to happen to me. I barely feel my panties get ripped and pulled to the side. Instead, I see Bennett as a baby, giggling while we played peekaboo for the first time. I watch my parents slow dance in the grass behind their house as the sun goes down. I get lost in the moment Reece placed his ring on my finger, declaring we were getting married. The peace I felt knowing I was going to be his forever devours my body and soul, and I let that wash over me, saving me from this—from David.