chapter eleven

Blake and I ran up the stairs, half expecting to find Jasmine murdered on the bedroom floor. Blake reached her bedroom before I did and as he pushed open the door, he found Jasmine stood on a box in the corner of the room, screaming her head off.

"Jas, what's the matter?" He asked before he spotted what made her scream.

On top of the bookcase was a massive spider and Jasmine whispered, "Please get rid of it dad."

He walked towards the spider and picked it up with his bare hands. He threw it out of the window and turned back to Jasmine and told her it was gone. I could relate to the screaming and crying whenever I saw a spider. If Blake was home, I'd scream until he rescued it or if I was alone, I'd hoover it up.

To be honest, I don't know why I hated spiders so much, it could be because they have eight legs and move in all directions. Blake and I left Jasmine in her room and we went back into the kitchen. As I sat down, he passed me my cup of tea and sat down beside me.

"Are you happy?" He asked me and I looked up, my eyes meeting his.

"I'm the happiest I've ever been with you." I smiled softly, "Why?"

"I just wondered. If you ever left me for someone your own age, I wouldn't hate you."

He sighed deeply and I looked at him before I got off my seat and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Blake? Where's this come from?" I kissed his cheek, "I love you whether you're twenty-five or thirty-nine. You and Jasmine, you're both my family."

He turned around and looked me in the eye, "I guess I'm feeling old. Look at you, you're young and beautiful and—"

"And I'll always be yours." I pressed my lips against his and he deepened the kiss. He ran his hands up and down my body before he looked at me, that look of lust in his eyes.

"I'm sorry." I whispered as I lay on my back staring at the ceiling.

He shook his head and pulled me into a hug. I tried to get out of it but I couldn't and reluctantly, I rested my head on his chest. We had tried to be intimate but when it came to it, I completely froze and now I felt bad.

"Don't worry about it." He told me and kissed the top of my head.

Tears began to stream down my face and I burst into tears. He heard me crying and sat up. Wiping the tears that I was crying from my cheek, he asked what the matter was and I looked at him and bit my lower lip.

I shook my head and told him I didn't want to talk but he wouldn't let it go.

"Lauren, talk to me."

I brought my knees to my chest and started shaking as I got another flashback.

"Have another drink?" He suggested and she nodded. He brought her another double vodka and coke laced with GHB and slid the glass across the table. She picked it up and innocently took a sip unaware of what was in the drink.

"Lauren, you're shaking." He whispered and grabbed hold of my wrists. As he did, I began to scream but he refused to let go. The more I screamed, the tighter he held onto me and I had to get him off me.

And I did.

I head-butted him, my forehead making contact with his nose. It began to bleed and he let go off my wrists. I got up, found my clothes and redressed myself, refusing to look in his direction. I couldn't believe I did that. I had hurt my husband, the one man I loved.

"Lauren?" He called but I grabbed everything and left. As I slammed the front door closed behind me, I sat down on the steps and tucked my knees under my chin. Staring into space, I wondered how I could sort out this mess before someone else got hurt.

a/n: oh dear, will lauren ever tell anyone what's happened?
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