Emily could barely open her swollen eyes. Tears instantly sprang to her eyes when the searing pain in her arm came to the forefront of her senses. Everything ached, sobbing made it worse, creating a cycle of pain. Bill heard her cries and popped in to their room. He knelt down beside her, taking her hand into his. She flinched and pulled her hand away. "Where am I?" She croaked. "Home." Bill said in a comforting voice. Sobs wracked her whole body. "Get away from me, you're fucking crazy!" She cried as she tried to scoot away from him.
Bill's heart dropped from her relentless rejection. His mood soured. He got up and left the room, seeing that she was okay. She wanted space, he would give her space.
Emily laid there for hours, crying on and off. She found the nerve to get up and confront Bill. To her dismay she was shackled again. The pain her upper arm was unbearable. "Bill!" She called for him wretchedly. Bill turned up the volume of the television to drown out her voice. She cradled her arm and made her way out of the room and found him in the living room.
"What the hell man?" She managed to say, her rage fueling her now.
Bill gave her the cold shoulder and kept his eyes glued to the television.
Emily walked in front of it, filling his view. "Why did you shoot me?" She demanded.
Bill stood up and went to the kitchen. She followed him. "Can you give me something for the pain?" She asked the adrenaline already wearing off again.
"You can deal with it." He snapped as he grabbed another beer from the fridge.
Emily broke down crying again and stood there in his way.
Bill dented his beer can and shoved past her roughly, jarring her arm. She cried out.
"Shut. Up." He snarled.
"Please!" She begged, trailing after him.
"You wanted to be left alone, so leave me alone!" Bill huffed and went outside. He threw back his beer and chugged, finishing with a loud belch.
Emily stared at the front door for a few long agonizing moments before going back to bed and crying herself to sleep.
Bill went back inside and grabbed a few beers from the fridge and plopped down in front of the television again. He watched the game angrily as he knocked back beer after beer. Each beer adding to his growing drunken anger. He stewed in his feelings. No more Mr. nice guy. He was going to be the monster she made him out to be.
He abruptly stood, beer cans spilled to the floor with loud clangs. He stumbled to his room. Bill stabilized himself on the door frame before throwing himself down on the bed. Emily let out a startled scream, still half asleep. Bill crawled on top of her and forced her legs apart. Emily let out earsplitting screams as he tried to force himself onto her. The searing pain in her arm added to the terror Bill was inflicting on her. He managed to finally force himself inside of her, grunting drunkenly as he tried to get deeper without any lubrication. Emily cried as she was trapped under his bulk. Bill pressed his sloppy lips to hers, to silence her.
She gagged as he stuck his beer tainted tongue down her throat. She tried to push him away, pissing him off even more. Each thrust jostled her body, making her pain unbearable. She prayed he would finish soon.
He grunted and groaned til he drunkenly finished and rolled off of her. Emily gathered herself and went into the bathroom to hide away from, Bill.
She noticed a little blood staining the bandages. She hoped it would hold. Emily barely had any strength from the day prior. She wished she had run him down in the car instead. She doubted she'd make it out alive at this point. No acting nice would save her this time. She sat with her back against the door, hoping it would keep Bill out.
Emily blinked awake. She was still in the bathroom from last night. Where was Bill? She expected him to come beating down the door any moment now. Emily painstakingly got to her feet. She looked at her bandaged arm and was relieved that it didn't bleed anymore. It took everything in her to keep her composure. It hurt so goddamn much.
She made her way out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. Bill was sitting at the table with a paper. Emily warily crept passed him and got some water. Bill made an annoyed face and ignored her. Emily wasn't sure what to make of his change in behavior. She wanted to kill him dead for all he has done to her. "I'm sorry." She croaked.
Bill huffed incredulously and rolled his eyes. "Bill..." She trailed off, afraid to get any closer to him.
"Do you ever shut up?" He snapped, noisley burying his nose into the paper.
Emily shrank back and went into the living room. She stared tensely at the TV screen, afraid to change the channel and upset him even further.
A good chunk of time rolls by when Bill chucks a box at Emily suddenly. It lands in her lap, eliciting a startling scream from her. She look in Bill's direction before looking down in her lap. It was a pregnancy test. Just what she needed right now.
Her stomach growled, reminding her that she hadn't ate in two days now. She got up, shrunken in herself as she passed by Bill, who sneered at her, to the bathroom.
She read the directions and went about doing the test. She cleaned up and waited with baited breath. Would he hurt her if it was the result he didn't want? She stared hopelessly at the test until a plus sign appeared. Emily stared at it in disbelief. She checked it against the box to be certain. Her stomach dropped.
Bill impatiently barged in and yanked the test out of her weak grasp. He inspected it with an unreadable face. His expression softened as he leaned down for a careful hug. Emily stiffened and didn't resist. "We're finally a family!" He said happily, tearing up. Emily wanted to crawl out of her skin. "Yep." She forced herself to say. Maybe now he wouldnt batter her any further?
"I finally got you pregnant!" He gushed. Emily was struggling with his sudden change of demeanor. She tried to feign a smile. Bill put a rough hand on her belly and held it there. "I can't believe I'm going to finally be a father." He said, resting his head on her chest, sobbing.
Emily was afraid of this moment. This was only the beginning of a fresh new hell. She sat there in shock. How did she not even know she was infected with Bill's parasite? How long has it been there? How could she get rid of it? Would he hurt her if she lost it? Many thoughts swirled in her head as her new reality hit. Would acting even matter anymore?
She patted Bill's shoulder fearfully. Bill leaned in to her touch and nuzzled her chest. "I can't believe this day is here!" He said excitedly. He pulled back and beamed at her with a tear stained face. Emily stared back at him with thinly veiled misery. He pulled her into a passionate kiss. She winced when he pulled her closer. Emily tried to keep him happy and kissed him back. She couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't getting out of there alive.