Chapter 11 UltraViolence
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**Trigger warning. This chapter contains domestic abuse. There is no graphic sexual content in this chapter, it is quickly interrupted because I'm not personally comfortable with writing it like this.**
Kat rolled over in her king sized bed. The rich green silk sheets did very little to comfort her. The pain in her lower stomach drowned everything else out. Letting out a soft whimper she sat up. She looked up at the chandelier hanging from the high ceilings and sighed. The fourth of July party was coming up...There was still so much to be done before then. She would have to decorate their beautiful home. She needed to cook
She wanted so very badly to take a drag from the half-smoked hand-rolled "cigar" from Jim's side of the bed so that the pain would fade, but she knew she couldn't. Jim didn't come home...She was alone with- a sharp cry interrupted her thought as if on cue. She felt a swell in her heart. One of pure adoration for the maker of the sound. She got up with a heavy wince, holding her stomach and limping down the hall towards the nursery. If she didn't get there quick, the other child would wake up. Then it'd be even harder to get back to peace and quiet. She didn't turn the light on when she got there. She went straight to the crib and lifted Mary from it. She'd only just got home with the two babies yesterday...she was still in so much pain. She held the bundle of tears close and walked back into her bedroom. Sitting down in the green cushioned rocking chair, she began to comfort Mary to the best of her ability. She tried to feed the infant but she didn't seem to be hungry. Her diaper was fine too...Kat felt like she was already a failure of a mother...and she'd only just become one... Suddenly something shiny caught her eye. She reached over to the shelf at her right and pulled a book with a golden spine. She rested the baby against her chest with her left arm so that she could open the book with the right.
"Everything I Need to Know, I Learned from a Little Golden Book..." Kat read the first page. It was an inspirational little picture book. Sure it was made for adults who grew up with the Little Golden Book series... but she doubted her newborn would mind. She began reading from the pages. It calmed her down quite a lot. Luckily it did the same for Mary who was quickly asleep. Kat stopped reading when she heard the baby's breath even out. She smiled down at her. Gently, and with great care, she stood up and walked as slowly as she could back to the nursery. She felt her eyes get heavy. She was definetly going to be able to finally get some sleep after this... Kat laid Mary back down onto the plush yellow crib cushion and stayed for a moment longer to look down into her son, Isaac's crib. His chubby cheeks and peaceful expression made her even happier.
"KAT!" that voice made her stomach drop. She closed the door to the nursery behind her, hoping that they stayed asleep for the rest of the night. "Come here! I need help!" He yelled again loudly.
"I'm coming, Jim..." Kat called back as quietly as she could, trying to prevent him from yelling again. She struggled down the stairs to find her childhood best friend leaned against the kitchen counter, laying his head to the side sleepily. She noted that his grey suit jacket was missing completely, his tie was loose around his neck, his brown hair was a complete mess, and there were painfully obvious hickeys on his neck... He stopped trying to hide it... Kat tried to ignore how badly that hurt and attempted to help him back into a standing position. He groaned and roughly shoved her off of him.
"Get off me!" He groaned. Kat stumbled but caught herself on the pale pink kitchen counter. "You asked for help..." Kat looked at him clearly hurt.
"Mmm...no...no I can do it." Jim slurred before standing up and immediately stumbling. He caught himself at the sink and managed to pull himself back upright. Bending his head down, he turned on the faucet and splashed water in his face trying to sober up a little bit.
"Where were you, Jim?" Kat asked sounding broken. Like she didn't even want to know the answer to that question.
"Oh, fuck off, Kat..." He hissed. "Can't I go out with the guys? Is that suddenly a problem for you?" He clearly wasn't aware of the state of his neck. She got an empty look in her eyes. She hated this game.
"No...It's not a problem. I just wish you'd tell me...well, the truth..." She sighed. "Come on...You need to drink something...Or you'll be hungover tomorrow... You have a meeting at Nine..." She opened the fridge and grabbed out a pitcher of lemonade.
"What do you mean, 'the truth?'" he asked venomously. He folded his arms trying to look intimidating, but she could see how unsteady his footing was. He was so drunk..."Well?!" Jim raised his voice again.
"You know what I'm talking about..." Kat flinched as she poured him a glass.
"Yeah. It's because I can't fucking breathe when I'm here with you. I wanted to stay out with the guys and have some drinks! So I could have a break from your crazy ass!" He shot back with a scoff. Kat was silent. He watched as she walked towards him. She tried to place herself under his arm so she could help him stand up while he drank the lemonade.
"GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" He yelled and raised his hand as if he was about to strike her. Kat flinched so hard that she dropped the cup. The glass shattering on the floor and lemonade drenching his work slacks. Jim's expression softened immediately at the sight of Kat cowering like that in front of him. With that...look on her face. "B-baby...Kitty...I'm sorry." He cooed and wrapped his arms around her waist. He must have forgotten how drunk he was because all of his weight was on her in seconds. She struggled to support him until he took a step forward, pinning her to the counter. The marble was icy cold under her hand as it was pressed against it mercilessly. His mouth tasted like Vodka. She tried to push him off, but he growled and refused to let go. Kat pushed him again and he slipped on the ice cubes littering the floor. He cursed at her under his breath pulling a glass shard out of his hand.
"Fuck it...You're probably no good anymore anyway..." He dusted himself off and left to nurse the cut on his hand. Kat stood there in the kitchen. It occurred to her for the first time that she didn't feel safe in her own home. She'd thought things would be different when they brought the twins home... Jim was over the moon about them... He was the most loving father in those months before they were born. He'd drink but he wouldn't get drunk like this... Those kids meant the world to him... There was a time that she did too.