MARCH 2525
Gabriel opens the door, and I can see he is covered in blood.
"Shoes!" I warn him as I stand up. I'd like to avoid bloodstains on the carpet, if it's at all possible. He rolls his eyes and pulls off his shoes one at a time. There's even blood in the creases of his palms and under his fingernails.
Dani is sitting on the living room floor playing with her toys, but she looks up and smiles when Gabriel enters the room.
"Hi Daddy!" She waves her little fingers at him in greeting. She is completely unfazed by his red hands and the spatters across his face. It's not the first time he's come home this way; like most areas in life, Dani has adjusted to it with surprising grace. For a four-year-old, she's pretty easygoing.
"Hello Danielle," he says with a quick smile as he hands me his shoes.
"Is it yours?" I ask him evenly. He shakes his head.
"Is it something I need to know about?" He gives me a snide smile in answer.
"It's not something I need to tell you right now," he replies carelessly, "Put those shoes in the sink, please. I'll take care of them later."
I do as he tells me, reading the lines of tension in his body. I return to find him kissing Dani's hair, careful not to get any blood on her.
"Mommy and Daddy are going to be in their room for a little while," he tells our daughter. Her attention has returned to her toys. "Stay here unless it's very important." His instructions seem a little advanced—how is a toddler supposed to know what constitutes an emergency?—but Dani's fairly precocious. She's pretty used to this part, too.
He grabs my arm and pulls me into the bedroom. His movements are deliberate and fast as he lifts me off my feet, crushing me to his body and assaulting me with hard kisses. I can't breathe, between the intensity of his mouth on mine and the increasing pressure on my ribs. I struggle to pull away for a moment, and he tosses me onto the bed.
He stares down at me before pulling his shirt over his head. Two swift hand movements cut my jeans up the sides and I am suddenly crouched on the bed in my panties. He wrestles me to my back and rips open my tee-shirt.
"Damn it, Gabriel. You're going to ruin all my clothing," I complain as I am divested of my underwear. He looks up at my face, mild irritation flashing across his features.
"Don't be ridiculous. It's just one outfit," he growls as he plunges into me. He is merciless, grabbing me with electric hands and making me gasp with pain. He screws me relentlessly until he comes, hard, shuddering on top of me. We lie there until he disappears into the shower. I sit up and look at the bathroom door.
What happened to him today?
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