Chapter 5 -"Heaven in Hell"
I was cooking the scrambled eggs when I noticed that Tom had neither came downstairs nor laid the table as he usually did.
Dinner was served, "Aren't you coming, Tom?" I shouted.
"I wish I was…" he said as he came downstairs.
"And you say you're not a joke!" I said in a playful tone but upset.
"Anything to make you smile, baby." he answered before kissing my lips to which I didn't reply.
We headed to the empty table; Tom gave me a look of unsatisfaction,"So…" Tom said.
"So, what?" I asked playing innocent.
"Forget it." He said as he laid the table, and I was the winner this time.
We sat and ate silently. The silence was making me nervous and I wanted to cry but I couldn't. My hands started shaking.
"Is everything ok?" he asked gently
I broke off crying. I didn't want him to see me like this so I went to the toilet. I knew he wanted to follow me but he stayed still.
In toilet I washed my face and when I was calmer I went to the sitting room and sat on the sofa. Then Tom joined me.
"Tell me the truth…" I said starring at the wall.
"What?" Tom asked
"Tell me the truth…who are you?" I asked, this time looking straight in the eyes of the man I once loved.
"Sometimes the truth hurts" he said not looking away from me.
"I'm already hurt"
There was a long silence, and then Tom said, "Yes I was Joey Cusack."
My world fell apart, my life in the last eighteen years was a lie, "How could you lie to me, you're a fucking bastard, son of a bitch," I shouted, "I don't even know what you are…" I added with disgust in my voice.
I stormed off the room toward the stairs, he followed me, "You don't treat me like that, Edie" and I avoided him. He grabbed me so he could look at my face, "Fuck you, Joey!" I said and pulled away but he was able to slap me down. I felt so afraid that I run up the stairs but he grabbed me again so I hit him to defend myself but he was stronger and got on top of me. I was then laid on my stairs.
Tom started kissing me hard, almost painful, while taking my jeans off. He was very turned on. Oh my God…me too! I wanted him to take me right there, but fuck! I wouldn't let him take me by force; I thought he wanted to rape me. The pressure he was making over me, made my back crash against the steps. The pain was unbearable so I cried, "Oh God!"
"What? Are you getting excited?" Tom asked sarcastically.
"You are hurting me…", but Tom didn't seem to care and continued kissing me, this time on the neck.
He put his hands on my hips and pushed me up so his entrance would be easier and I felt my back being rubbed against the steps. I cried in pain and said, "Stop! I'm scared…"
He lifted me by my hips and crushed me against the wall, "Don't be…" he told me with his husky voice.
I surrendered. I wanted to fuck him as much as he wanted to fuck me. Maybe it was all the hate I felt for him. I kissed him hard on the mouth as I was trying to unzip his trousers with a sudden desire that surprised Tom, "You're not running away this time?" he asked.
"No" I answered. At that time I had already taken off his trousers and was working on his boxers. When I was finished I kissed him again on the mouth. Our tongues met and started fighting for domination. As I was distracted with the fight, Tom took my panties off.
"Jesus!" I moaned as I felt his hardness pressed against my bare skin.
"I'm not loosing you this time, Edie" he said with his sexy voice, "God! I want you!"
I kissed him on the lips and said (with my own sexy voice), "Then take me…"
So he did. He lifted me by my hips and entered me violently. I curled my legs around his hips and we rocked hard, harder than ever.
After we both came, we stood there regaining our breaths.
I felt confused. It wasn't Tom who had done that, he wasn't like that.
I felt ashamed because I had given up so easily and run away to my room.
When I arrived I took the rest of my clothes off and looked at the mirror to see my sore back. I put on my robe and tried to hold back my tears.
I run down the stairs to find Tom looking out of the window. He didn't look at me!
"I'm your wife, you've fucked me over," I shouted at him, "Now you're going to look at me"
When he finally looked at me I saw the hurt in his eyes. He didn't like what he was… he didn't like his past.
"Who is that Joey Cusack?" I asked, "Is true what that mob said? That you are really good at killing people?" I was almost crying, "Because I've never seen you as an assassin…"
"Edie, you have to believe in me." He said with plead in his voice.
"Believe… you? You must be kidding" I answered, "You lied to me all these years. Every time I called you 'Tom' you were lying to me. Because you never said what you really were, what you really did…"
"It was Joey Cusack who did those things, not Tom Stall." He said truthfully.
I felt rage invading myself, "Very funny, Tom" I stopped thinking, "Or whatever you are," then I continued, "Just tell me who fucked me on the stairs. Because it mustn't have been Tom Stall the family man. We'd never had a fuck like that, Tom."
His face was painted with hurt, and I wanted him to feel more, just like I felt, "Joey is not only good at killing people, but also great at fucking them!"