Rachel
I came out of the Bathroom from taking a shower.
I had my long blonde hair wrapped up in a towel on top of my head.
"Cullen."
Cullen was cutting my red dress.
"What are you doing?"
He didn't answer me.
"I was going to wear this dress."
"Too vulgar." Cullen answered, continuing to cut it.
"So is your friend, Kelly dragging you to all these parties to meet up with other men?"
I was confused.
He stopped cutting the dress.
"Because if her husband is willing to put up with this, I am not." Cullen told me, approaching me.
He was right in front of me.
"Understand?" Cullen questioned, having the purple scissors aimed at me.
"Okay. What parties? What are you talking about? Kelly and I, we see each other every six months or so just for Lunch."
He shut his eyes, shaking his head.
"No more lunches, dinner, or breakfasts with Kelly or any other friend."
Cullen had the scissors under my chin.
I nodded my head.
"Do you understand?" He questioned.
I didn't answer.
Cullen grabbed me by the shoulders.
He was leading me over to the dress.
"It will put me at ease." Cullen pointed out.
"And a calm husband makes a happy Wife." He said the obvious.
"Am I right?" Cullen questioned.
I didn't answer right away.
"Am I right?" He questioned, grabbing the back of my neck.
"Yes. Yes, you are right."
Cullen held the purple scissors in front of me.
"Cut it."
I didn't take them from him right away.
"Cut the dress!" Cullen ordered, grabbing the back of my neck.
I took the purple scissors from him.
I cut the shoulder off the red dress.
"Good." Cullen complimented.
He took the purple scissors from me.
"Now clean this mess." Cullen ordered.
"And I want omelet for the breakfast." He informed.
"Mm?" Cullen questioned, since I didn't answer him.
I nodded my head.
He was content with my answer.
Cullen stroked down my arm with the purple scissors.
He walked out of the room.
I threw the red dress in the trash.
Cullen
Rachel made an omelet for me for breakfast.
She put it in front of me.
Rachel walked away.