Chapter 5

Patricia POV ¶¶

I hear his friends leaving the house.

I am in the baby's room shuddering out of fear.

"God, please help me!."

I pray. 

I am on my knees.

When all his friends leave, he closes the door very fast and immediately moves to our room.

"Where are you, Patricia!."

He screams as he enters the room but he doesn't see me.

 I hear him call, yet I don't answer!.

"You know what you did, this is why you aren't replying to my calls!."

I speak while searching for me.

I am scared he might get the kids up.

He finally moves to the baby's room then he realizes that it's locked and that I am in, hiding.

"Haha, ludicrous woman!."

He laughs maliciously.

He goes back to our home.

"Oouff...!!!."

I feel relieved, places are calm he must have surely gone to bed.

Then I hear some gentle food step, silently approaching. My heart falls into my paunch.

This is when I realized that we have the spare key of the kids' room in our own room!.

I feel weak, tears are rushing down!.  

I tell myself

"Game over!."

I know there is no way out of this. I can't hold the tears, I fight not to cry loudly and wake the kids up.

I hear the nook of the door shake.

Anytime it shakes, I quiver at the same time, without even realizing it.

It's my husband, he opening the room!.

He enters, holds my hairs, and pulls me out of the room, without any second thoughts.

I roll on the ground. He closes the door behind him.

With both hands, I hold my mouth and scream. I don't want the kids to hear my voice. Yet I can keep the pains in me.

As I sob, my face goes red, with veins carving out. It's too painful.

He pulls me to our room.

"Patricia, Am I not kind enough for you?. You don't have a job, you bring no income to this family. Yet I don't complain. But when I ask you to do a simple thing, just to cook a small meal, boom! you refuse!."

He speaks

I am shivering but I try to cut him off and explain myself because I know that I am right. 

"But... but... I... already cooked something else... and your friends loved it..."

I shudder

"Just listen to your selfishness!. "I... I...!." You have to respect me, stupid women!."

He yells

I am crying, not only because of the physical pains. 

I am also, crying because this is not what I planned for my life.

I cry also because no matter the efforts I make to satisfy him, he won't appreciate it. 

"Take off your clothes!."

He yells, ordering

I do as he says

"Claim and lay on the bed!. With your back up!."

He yells

The children are asleep but he doesn't care.

I do as he says.

He removes a fat belt with small irons on it.

He strikes my bums, I scream, he continues striking my bums. Harming my skin. I cry like a newborn. An old woman, like me.

"This is for your stubbornness!."

He tells me.

It gives me injures with blood.

It's actually the first time my husband beats me like this. He usually shouts and gives me slaps.

Though this is the first time, I bleeding both physically and emotionally.  

I can't stop glancing at him, I want to understand where I went wrong or what I missed. When did he change to this muster?.

"Is this what marriage is all about?. Being a slave?."

I ask myself, weeping.

When he is done beating me, he turns me to face him

The wounds on my bums stick on the bedsheet.

As if it wasn't enough, he forcefully penetrates me. I feel him in me. 

He is panting and happily galloping.

While I feel disgusted. 

My ass is destroyed.

I am in agony. Crying is an understatement. No words can describe how I feel presently. I wish I could find the right words to explain this.

I feel so empty inside!. No emotional feelings. Void!.

"What am I doing with this beast!."

I am void!.

When he cums enough!. He falls on the bed very tired and sleeps off.

I gaze at him, peacefully sleeping as if nothing has happened.

Then I ask myself, what is holding me back from taking a sharp utensil and strangle him to death. Or cut his bloody vein for him to bleed to death while staring at me all through.

"Nothing!."

I realized

I am presently tempted to kill him.

"Or should I just poison his food?!. It's simpler!."

I ask myself.

But how can a man beat a woman who is cooking his food and sleeps on the same bed with him?.

This is stupid is called "sheepish wickedness and selfishness".

I have enough circumstances in which I can end up his life.

"Patricia, you aren't a murderer!. Think about your children!. It's better to report him to the police!."

I tell myself

I get lost in my thoughts and fall asleep!.

.

.

The next morning, 

"Good morning baby!."

My husband welcomes me with breakfast in bed.

I shudder!. As if I have seen Lucifer.

"Why this!."

I give him a try dirty stare.

"To apologize about last night. Baby, it wasn't intentional. It just that I was so mad at you!. You know, I hate disrespect!. I feel like I was losing you!."

He pleads

"If you continue like this, you will surely lose me!. I can't keep on living like this!."

I kind of septic, yet I don't want to nurse more issues between us. 

"Thank you!."

I take the tray off his hands.

He immediately gets up from the bed.

"I have already prepared our son for school and I am dropping him in school today. I have made the baby's food and it's in the flask!. I didn't want it to get cold."

He dresses up while speaking, 

"Wow, Mr. Cameron!."

I get stunned

With that, he leaves.