EroticReverie

Lynette …three days later 

Things are calmer now. Tense. But calmer. He apologized once cooling down. But it didn’t matter. He’d put his hands on her. I couldn’t stay with him. I wouldn’t stay with him. The man I loved had me feeling like a fucking fool for never seeing what kind of man he really was all this time. 

I let him think everything was fine. Macy has stayed in her room when he’s home. Refusing to let him apologize to her.  

When he tells me I need to do something about her. I tell him to leave it. Because I would not make my daughter let him apologize to her. He’d had his hand around her fucking throat. 

He sits at the table. Drinking another glass of bourbon as my eyes linger on the bruised skin of his neck. It’s small. But unmistakable. A hickey. I let my eyes fall away from it. And it’s not the hickey that prompts my words. But the fact I can’t pretend a second longer that I want a life with this man anymore. 

“I want a divorce.” I say calmly. My eyes on him. No weakness in my gaze as I hood his eyes as they lift. His glass pauses mid air. He just looks at me for several seconds and then huffs a laugh. 

“Yeah , sure you do” he laughs and shakes his head and takes another sip. 

“I’m serious.” I say and he looks at me. Licking his lips and lowers the glass. 

“Well then. We have a problem. Because I’m not giving you a fucking divorce Lynette.” He says. I swallow. 

How did I never realize how small he can make me feel? And that he does it on purpose?

“You put your hands on my daughter.” I say. 

“One god damn time! Jesus! You two are so fucking dramatic!” He raises his voice and I close my eyes. 

The kids were with Macy, at my sisters place. I told Macy to stay there with them tonight. Knowing i had to have this conversation with him. Not knowing id have the balls to actually go through with it. 

“Once is enough.” I say. “Once is too much.” 

He rolls his eyes. 

“I barely fucking touched her Lynette.” He says as if I wasn’t right fucking there. Didn’t see the grip he had on her neck and the way her face was turning color. Or the way he’d smacked her after she spit in his face. He’d stormed off right after. Left the house and didn’t come back until the middle of the night. I’d locked myself , and the children in our room along with Macy. He’d slept on the couch that night after turning the door knob and taking the hint when he found it locked. 

“She’s my daughter.” I say. 

“She’s OUR daughter.” He says with an angry snarl of his lips. 

“I was the one who raised her , took you two in and fucking treated her like my own!” He yells. 

“I raised her.” I say. “You just footed the bill.” 

Because it was true. And at the time I hadn’t minded it. Him not wanting to take on an actual parenting role. I loved raising Macy. She made it so effortless.  I was the one who taught her everything. Helped her with homework and took her to doctors appointments. I was the one that raised her. 

“We’re not getting a fucking divorce. YOU. ARE MY. FUCKING WIFE!” He slams a closed fist onto the table making it jump and his glass teeters a bit. The bit of liquid sloshing side to side and I try to hide my flinch and fail. A tiny smirk on his lips when he knows I’m scared of him. 

“You don’t even love me anymore.” I say. 

“Marriage isn’t about love Lynette.” He says and my eyes water. 

“It’s about you being a fucking woman and knowing your god damn place.” He seethes. 

“I want a divorce” I say again. My voice shaking. 

He stands and is over to me in a second and pulls me out of my chair. 

“You’re not getting a divorce.” He growls as his hand holds my arm tight. The flesh throbbing beneath his grip. 

“What youre going to get , is another fucking baby.” He growls and turns me and pushes me over the table. 

“Stop!” I scream. But his hands and his body pin me down as I scream at him. The sound of his belt buckle coming undone. 

“Stop!” I yell at him but a second later his cock tears into me. Filling me to the hilt. Pain lancing through me as he goes in dry. The pain makes it harder to fight back. He thrusts again. Shoving me down by my head with one hand his other pressed painfully hard into my back as I get jostled against the table with a cruel thrust of hips. Over and over. Begging him to stop as he grunts and continues to rape me. 

“Till death Lynette” he growls. “That’s what you promised me”

“To obey” he growls. 

“You promised me that too” he grunts and fucks me violently as I cry. 

“To honor me, as a fucking man” he slaps the back of my head and then grabs it again and keeps pushing my cheek hard into the table.

“You were such a good woman, such a good fucking wife. Then you decided to defy me. To tell me I don’t have a choice.”

“I make the fucking choices Lynette. I’m your fucking husband!” He yells at me and I sob. 

“You. Will learn your place again, and so will that little cunt, if either you ever” he thrust and groans. “Ever fucking disobey me, disrespect me” he thrusts and grunts louder. 

“I’ll teach that little bitch just how to fucking obey a man, do you hear me?” He growls. 

He leans over and brings his panting mouth to my ear as my tears soak my face and the table. 

“If you don’t straighten up…I’ll put my hands on her…all…fucking…over her” he groans. 

“Do you hear me? Do you fucking understand?” He groans and thrusts into me. 

I nod. And he groans deeply into my ear. 

“Good, because if you don’t start fucking being a good little wife again…I’ll start fucking Macy…make her give me the babies that you deny me” he groans. 

I cry harder. It felt like a nightmare. Like I didn’t know who he was at all. I never knew. Never even guessed. This couldn’t be real. I couldn’t be this fucking stupid. He’d fooled me. For years. 

“Get. Off her.” 

He pauses and there’s a faint clicking sound. My head lifting and turning and i cry.

“Macy” I cry. 

“You little bitch” he growls at Macy. Who has his own gun pointed at him. 

“Get off. My mother.” She says and her finger slips onto the trigger. 

“Now or I swear to god I’ll fucking kill you.” She says. Her hands don’t shake. Her voice doesn’t either and the look in her eyes. I know my daughter. She means it. She’ll do it. 

He laughs and thrusts into me hard.

“Mmm” he groans. “Youre next you little cunt”

Macy points the gun at the ceiling. Pulling the trigger and shooting and I scream and he stops. 

“What the fuck are you-!” He pauses as she cocks it again and trains it on him. 

“You’ve got three fucking seconds before I shoot you, and I promise you…I won’t fucking miss”