Chapter 3
BPOV
DISCLAIMER: Twilight and all of its characters belong to the awesome Stephenie Meyer. I just get to have my way with them…especially Edward. No copyright infringement intended.
Previously:
I got ready to put the car in drive, but he put his hand over mine to stop me, looking straight ahead. Slowly turning his head he looked me dead in my eyes…
I blinked my eyes, and before I could even blink them for a second time I felt a heavy and swift blow hit me on the left side of my face.
"Where the fuck were you!?" he bellowed. I tried to open my mouth to speak but I was in such shock I couldn't force the words to come out. I tried once again and made a small sound, when he heard that he raised his hand as if getting ready to position himself to hit me again.
Instinctively I raised my arms to protect myself, covering my face. "I'm sorry, I was cooking and cleaning and lost track of time. I didn't mean to." I cried. "I really am sorry."
"I know you're sorry…you're the sorriest motherfucker I've ever known." He said flatly.
I sat there silent, waiting for him to finish his ramblings, knowing better than to say anything and antagonize him even more.
"…the most pathetic excuse for a woman I've ever known." He continued. Mike turned and looked around, as if to see if anyone had seen what had just happened between the two of us. He looked through both driver and passenger windows and then he looked out the back. When he turned back around, he quickly did a double take looking in the backseat. Damn it, I forgot that I was also in a rush to get back home.
"Where the hell are the boys?" he asked angrily.
What I really wanted to say is 'As if you really care', but I went with the latter. "I was in a rush to get here, and since they were already asleep I didn't think anything would happen to them if they were alone for 15 minutes."
He hmphed, "Well thinking was your first mistake, get me home, I'm tired and all I want is a shower and a hot meal." He said in such a nonchalant way, showing no concern whatsoever towards our sons, but that was to be expected.
Even though it was a little over 7 minutes, it was one of the longest rides home. I could already feel the side of my left eye closing up a bit, damn it, I know I won't be going anywhere where I have to be around people for a while. It's one thing to cover up cuts and bruises, but it's a whole different thing dealing with a swollen eye. Unless I were to say that it was an insect bite and I had an allergic reaction to it; but that wouldn't work because its winter and there aren't any insects out.
I pulled into the garage, and put the car in park shutting off the engine. I ran to the backdoor and unlocked it, flying up the staircase to see if the boys were still asleep and OK. I prayed the whole time while I was gone that they would stay safe. Apparently God heard my prayers, because they were just as I had left them, sleeping soundly.
I let out a deep breath I didn't realize I was holding and made my way back down the stairs and into the kitchen to turn the stove back on the finish my cooking. As I was standing over the sink cleaning the lettuce off I could hear Mike in his shower. That man may have a lot of complaints about what I do and how I do it, but he's never had a complaint about my cooking.
Mike made his way into the kitchen, partially dry from his shower. He sat down at the head of the table, and like he does every evening, he looked at me and waiting for me to start fixing his plate and serve it to him with his drink. He was always a very demanding man, and if you didn't do things the way he liked, be prepared for physical brute force.
We were having salad, spaghetti and meatballs with special sauce, after I served him his plate I fixed my own, while watching him inhale his. He let out a loud belch and pushed back from the table heading into the living room, leaving his mess for me to clean up. It was Monday, so it was wrestling night. He stopped at the entrance, looking at the television, "When you finish your chores tonight, make sure you take a shower. I'm going to expect you, and I don't want you smelling like kids and the day's filth."
He turned and left.
I finished cleaning, and doing my nightly routine in the bathroom, I walked into our bedroom and slid in on my side of the bed. Completely exhausted from the events of the day, the only thing that was on my mind was sleep, and I wanted lots of it. Mike slid in beside me, even with my back turned him I could feel his eyes boring into my back. "I thought that I told you that I was going to be expecting you tonight."
"Mike it's been a long day and I'm really tired." I yawned
"I don't care what you are, I know what I want, and I want you. Shit, all you have to do is lay there, it's not like you ever do anything else." He was getting more exasperated by the moment.
I rolled over to where I was flat on my back and spread my legs apart. He climbed over me and pulled my panties down, followed by his boxers. He didn't even check to see if I was ready, which I wasn't, he just rammed himself in. Doing his own thing, to make sure he got his rocks off, he started grunting harder and louder, and all I could think was 'THANK GOD!' because I knew he was getting close, a few seconds later he let out a pained grunt and I felt him release inside of me. He laid his complete body weight on top of me, panting in my ear trying to catch his breath. After about a minute he rolled off of me and in a matter of seconds he was snoring lightly.
This is what our sex life if that's what you want to call it has come to. Sex either once a week or twice a month, and the longest it's ever lasted was three minutes. Yes I keep count, because counting time is the only thing that keeps me somewhat interested while he's on top of me. If I'm really bored I'll make bets with myself to see if he can or can't make it past his most recent time.
I rolled back over to my side of the bed and fell into another sad and dreamless sleep.
When I woke up the next morning I went through my same morning routine for Mike to go to work. He took the car, so my entire day would be spent at home. I sat at the kitchen table drinking my cup of coffee staring out the window into nothingness at the vacant house next door. But when my eyes came into focus and I actually started to pay attention, I noticed that the house next door wasn't so vacant anymore. There were moving vans outside and the whole shebang. I walked closer to the window to get a better look, I noticed a silver Volvo sitting in the driveway and a tall man with bronze copper-ish looking hair pulling garment bags out of the back seat. I forgot I was staring until he closed the door to the Volvo and the sound shook me out of my mini stupor. He looked around his surroundings taking in the scenery I guess, and he spotted me taking him in looking like a fool. I could only see him from the chest up but from what I could see he had a strong chest and he definitely worked out.
I didn't have any housework that I could do and it was still too early to wake the boys, so I let myself indulge in something that I hardly ever have the chance to do. Relax and read one of my favorite novels, but the whole time I was trying to read, all I could focus on was my new neighbor next door. He was all that was on my mind as I started to doze off.
AUTHORS NOTE: Sorry it took me so long to update guys, I just got home this morning...well its the holidays so you know what I'm talking about. I know that this was a short chapter but I'm working on it. So just give me a little bit of time to get everything together. Remember, more reviews mean more chapters and quicker updates.
