Headers, see part one.
A/N: The events of Chapter 4 from Catherine's pov.
We had arranged for Sara to come over tonight. I had been looking forward to it all day. Then Eddie, who was supposed to be out with his mates, getting drunk or high or both, came back unexpectedly. He'd forgotten his wallet, or something. Thank God Sara was late, or he'd have walked in on us. He walked straight into the bathroom where I'd just got out of the shower, and spotted the scratches on my back straight away.
Which is why we're stood in the bathroom having a blazing row, even though my plans for the evening had been something much more pleasant. Probably along the lines of: dinner, making love to Sara, falling asleep in her arms, then being woken by the alarm in time for her to leave before Eddie came home.
I'm glad Lindsay isn't home to hear her parents argue like this. Ironic, really, that the reason she isn't home is so I could have a clandestine meeting with my lover.
"Cat, who did this?" His voice is low and menacing, but I stare him straight in the eye as my mind works frantically.
I feel at a distinct psychological disadvantage, dressed as I am in nothing but a towel while Eddie is fully clothed. But even that difference is not enough for him. He reaches out and yanks the towel to get a better look at my back. I desperately cling to it to keep it covering the bite marks on my breasts, but let it fall away from my back so as not to anger him more.
The seconds are ticking by and I realise I still haven't said anything.
"It's nothing, just some idiot at the club, you know, got a bit friendlier than he was supposed to." Eddie is looking incredulous, but I continue anyway, "But the bouncers got rid of him."
I walk away from his accusing glare into my...our bedroom. Standing with my back to him I drop the towel and quickly pull a shirt on over my head, not bothering with a bra in my haste to cover up. I amjust pulling on my jeans when Eddie mutters that he doesn't believe a word of it. He blocks my path as I try to get through into the living room, but I push past him.
"Cath!" He yells after me. "We aren't finished! There's no way the bouncers would let anyone close enough to you to scratch you like that. You're their star attraction, for God's sake! Look but don't touch, remember? I should know the rules by now, I've been there often enough myself."
This last thing is said to spite me, remind me that I'm not the only woman in his life. I feel like throwing it back in his face, telling him about Sara, but I can't, not after working so hard to keep my family together.
"You've been there often enough to know that there's always someone willing to try and break the rules, then." I am trying to sound reasonable, but I think it comes out as condescending or sarcastic.
"But that's not what happened. You're lying to me, Kitty Cat!" These last two words is spat out, almost like he resents me being a dancer. Well, he shouldn't; it's what pays the bills and supports his sorry ass. "Come on, whore, who is it?"
"I told you, it's no big deal, just some guy at work trying to go further than he's allowed to. The bouncers stopped him before anything bad happened, but he got the scratches in first." I'm trying to calm him down, but it doesn't seem to be working.
"Don't give me that bullshit, you've been fucking someone else, haven't you? Why don't you just admit it?"
"Because it isn't true, Eddie. It was that guy at work, he had me pinned against the wall-"
At this, Eddie moves, too quickly for me to dodge, and shoves me backwards until my back hits the wall. My head snaps backwards with a dull thud. He grabs my wrists and pins them at shoulder height. I try to kick out, but he presses the whole of his body against mine. Needless to say, he's a lot bigger than me, and this effectively incapacitates me. As he intended. "Like this, you mean?" He bites out.
tbc
Feedback? Please? *big puppy-dog eyes*
We had arranged for Sara to come over tonight. I had been looking forward to it all day. Then Eddie, who was supposed to be out with his mates, getting drunk or high or both, came back unexpectedly. He'd forgotten his wallet, or something. Thank God Sara was late, or he'd have walked in on us. He walked straight into the bathroom where I'd just got out of the shower, and spotted the scratches on my back straight away.
Which is why we're stood in the bathroom having a blazing row, even though my plans for the evening had been something much more pleasant. Probably along the lines of: dinner, making love to Sara, falling asleep in her arms, then being woken by the alarm in time for her to leave before Eddie came home.
I'm glad Lindsay isn't home to hear her parents argue like this. Ironic, really, that the reason she isn't home is so I could have a clandestine meeting with my lover.
"Cat, who did this?" His voice is low and menacing, but I stare him straight in the eye as my mind works frantically.
I feel at a distinct psychological disadvantage, dressed as I am in nothing but a towel while Eddie is fully clothed. But even that difference is not enough for him. He reaches out and yanks the towel to get a better look at my back. I desperately cling to it to keep it covering the bite marks on my breasts, but let it fall away from my back so as not to anger him more.
The seconds are ticking by and I realise I still haven't said anything.
"It's nothing, just some idiot at the club, you know, got a bit friendlier than he was supposed to." Eddie is looking incredulous, but I continue anyway, "But the bouncers got rid of him."
I walk away from his accusing glare into my...our bedroom. Standing with my back to him I drop the towel and quickly pull a shirt on over my head, not bothering with a bra in my haste to cover up. I amjust pulling on my jeans when Eddie mutters that he doesn't believe a word of it. He blocks my path as I try to get through into the living room, but I push past him.
"Cath!" He yells after me. "We aren't finished! There's no way the bouncers would let anyone close enough to you to scratch you like that. You're their star attraction, for God's sake! Look but don't touch, remember? I should know the rules by now, I've been there often enough myself."
This last thing is said to spite me, remind me that I'm not the only woman in his life. I feel like throwing it back in his face, telling him about Sara, but I can't, not after working so hard to keep my family together.
"You've been there often enough to know that there's always someone willing to try and break the rules, then." I am trying to sound reasonable, but I think it comes out as condescending or sarcastic.
"But that's not what happened. You're lying to me, Kitty Cat!" These last two words is spat out, almost like he resents me being a dancer. Well, he shouldn't; it's what pays the bills and supports his sorry ass. "Come on, whore, who is it?"
"I told you, it's no big deal, just some guy at work trying to go further than he's allowed to. The bouncers stopped him before anything bad happened, but he got the scratches in first." I'm trying to calm him down, but it doesn't seem to be working.
"Don't give me that bullshit, you've been fucking someone else, haven't you? Why don't you just admit it?"
"Because it isn't true, Eddie. It was that guy at work, he had me pinned against the wall-"
At this, Eddie moves, too quickly for me to dodge, and shoves me backwards until my back hits the wall. My head snaps backwards with a dull thud. He grabs my wrists and pins them at shoulder height. I try to kick out, but he presses the whole of his body against mine. Needless to say, he's a lot bigger than me, and this effectively incapacitates me. As he intended. "Like this, you mean?" He bites out.
tbc
Feedback? Please? *big puppy-dog eyes*