I smiled, walking out of the movie theater with my husband. The movie was very interesting, and I had a wonderful time. Leaning my head to rest on his shoulder, I smiled at him. "Thank you for taking me out today. I had a lot of fun."
He smiled and leaned down to plant a kiss on my forehead. "Anything for the most beautiful woman in the world. You deserve the finest things in life, and as you're husband it's my job to give you the world."
I blushed and playfully squeezed his arm. ''I already have the world, and I'm holding his arm right now," I replied back.
Sergei was touched we laughed and talked for a bit when suddenly, a bag of freshly baked popcorn was thrown on Sergei's new shoes. An obnoxious laugh and a few snorted chuckles was heard. I groaned out loud. I know that laugh anywhere. Only one man on this planet laughed like that, and his name is William Dexter. William was my old ex-boyfriend from high school. The reason we broke up was because William chose to play video games and read those stupid comic books instead of staying home and spending time with me. He also didn't take no for an answer. I remember when I was a couple of years younger. He invited me to his college dorm to play one of the games he had rented.
Thinking nothing of it, I accepted and went by myself to his apartment, which, by the way, was extremely disgusting. I don't know what possessed me to even step foot in the front door. I was so blinded by love at the time that I allowed his pigsty behavior.
Everything went normally that day, or as it seemed, when he told me to follow him up to his bedroom. He said he had a surprise for me. Something stupid to celebrate our 1 month of dating each other. Now, that should have been a red flag, but he was my boyfriend. so I obliged heading upstairs with him. He locked the door behind us, and before I could question him, he pushed me against the wall and kissed me aggressively. "Will, what are you doing? Stop it!"
He placed his finger on my mouth to shush me. "Shhh. It's okay. Everything will be alright. Just enjoy it," He said. He tried to unbutton my blouse, but I pushed him away. He still had a grip on my shirt, and ended up ripping it. My eyes widened, hurt. "Gemma, I… I… I'm sorry. I thought you wanted this," he replied, looking appalled that I didn't return his advances.
I looked at him, disgusted and hurt. "No, William. I never wanted this. Why would you lie to me? You said you wanted to give me something special, when you only dragged me over here to take advantage of me. How could you do this? I thought you loved me," I replied back.
With tears in my eyes. William tsked his lips and shook his head no. "You owe me this, Gemma. You know that, right? All those fancy dinners, that expensive dress, and other gift items I gave you. Other women would love to be in your shoes. In fact, there's a couple of women I know who would gladly take your place," he spat.
I blinked dumbfounded by what I just heard. Clenching my fist I was ready to smack his head right off literally. "That's it! I've had enough! I'm through with you, William! We're through!" I snapped angrily.
William gave me a raised eyebrow. "Hey, we aren't over until I say it's…" But before he could say anything else, I gripped him by the throat. Picking him up off the ground, I glared at him. ''If you ever put your hands on me again, you'll be meeting your maker. You aren't a good person…" I added. William choked and sputtered struggling to breathe against my superhuman strength. "Do I make myself clear?" I asked firmly.
William croaked. "Yes ma'am," he replied back.
I smiled. "Good boy. Now, I'll be leaving, and my father will definitely be hearing about this have a good day William. " I said venomously, dropping him on the ground.
William gasped for air before vomiting on the ground. "You… you'll pay for this!" He said, gasping again.
I chuckled coldly. ''Well see about that William." I replied back, and left out.
*end of flash back *
Ever since that day, I've had a restraining order against him. Unfortunately, he must be blind, stupid, ignorant, or a combination of the three, because he's standing right in front of us. "Oops. Wasn't watching where I was going," William lied, giving us a fake smile a toddler would've seen through.
I internally groaned. "Hey man watch where you are going!" Sergei spat at him.
William ignored him and looked over at me. "Oh, hello, Gemma. You're looking beautiful as always, and wonderfully thick," William complemented creepily as he ogled me.
Sergei got angry. Stepping in front of me protectively, he pushed William away. "Look, shorty. I usually don't beat people up half my size, but you seriously need to back off." Sergei warned.
William laughed. "Oh, come on, Gemma. You seriously married this Russian guy? He's probably not even half as loaded as I am. I mean, look at him. He doesn't look that rough. I want to patch things up between us, and no restraining order can separate us," William added
I swear I could just feel the heat of anger. Radiating off of my husband. Before I could process anything else, Sergei had punched William hard in the nose. Everyone stopped what they were doing and came over to see what was happening. The nosey bastards. "What's going on over here?" A police officer asked.
"Nothing major, sir. This man here broke his restraining order contract and is stalking me," I confessed.
The police officer looked down and sighed. Seeing my ex-boyfriend and stalker on the ground, he tsked his lips. "William, I don't understand why you keep harassing these women.… Just be happy that he punched you and nothing worse than that, because if I was him, your family wouldn't be able to find your body, my boy." William said nothing but screamed, holding his bleeding nose. Suddenly, I had a feeling that I had someone behind me. I looked, but there was no one there. I knew who it was, though. I sighed in exasperation. I knew I shouldn't have shown Elder Scrolls Online to my father.
Women giggled at him. Some of them whispered, gossiping and pointing to him to their friends and boyfriends. The men shook their heads in disapproval. While the cop hauled William away, he gave us a look of pure hatred. I have almost never seen such hatred in the eyes of any human before, and I've been alive for centuries. It was filled with malice. To be honest, it was almost amusing to me. I fired a REAL mean look right back at him, and he withered like a plant. Soft little punk. Sergei pulled me close to him, and rubbed my back lovingly. "I'm sorry you had to see that, love. Come on. Let's go," he said softly.
"That's okay," I replied. "Did you see that look he tried to give me? Trust me. My father can give that face better without even trying."
"I know," Kraven replied, remembering a particularly unhappy look he shot a disrespectful punk when he accidentally called my father weak.
"Trust me," I assured him. "You haven't seen my father when he's truly angry. Nothing, except angels, can stand it. Good thing it takes him a lot to get angry." Kraven nodded, glad that my father wouldn't be likely to snap at him. He needn't worry, though. He's a great husband.
*Meanwhile at the beach, 3rd person p.o.v.*
Carl watched Link run around playfully in the ocean, giggling and chasing other children. Queen Soldaris groaned, sitting down while holding her stomach. "Are you alright, dear? He asked, concerned.
Soldaris just waved it off and smiled. "I'm fine. I'm just a little sore from the baby kicking too hard," she replied.
Carl nodded. He was nervous about Soldaris' health, but he knew she would be fine. She was a strong woman without any health issues, so he knew the baby would be nice and healthy. Just a short way away, Link was making a sand castle, but it fell as soon as the water came in. Carl went over and showed Link a spot where she could make a sand castle without having to worry about the water knocking it down.
*Meanwhile, at Midtown High*
Peter, who was now a full-time science teacher and currently 25 years old, sighed as he slowly graded the student's quiz papers. Now, don't get me wrong. He loved doing his job and all, but it was frustrating. When he tried his best to teach -over 200 children, was it?- Peter couldn't even remember forgetting their faces as soon as they left his class. He had bills to pay, and with Ava on maternity leave with their second child, life was getting stressful.
He bit his lip, looking at the papers he was grading. Some of them were not even completed, and some of them were correct. Some of them had nothing but doodles and hot Cheetos stains on them. Peter looked over at the clock, wishing time would go faster so that he could go home and relax, eat, and sleep.
The sounds of a desk chair scraping the floor caught his attention. Andrew, his delinquent and always tardy student, actually came to school. It was after class, but for some reason, he was here in the flesh. Peter smiled at him. "Good afternoon, Mr. Jones. How are you doing today?" He asked cheerfully.
The teen held his head down, and picked at the dirt and grime from under his nails. ''I'm okay…" He mumbled.
"I'm glad to hear that son I just want to tell you that you scored a..."
Before he could finish, the teenager cut him off. "I know, I know! I got another stupid F! science is hard, okay?!" Andrew snapped.
Peter placed both hands up to calm him down. "Whoa there, champ. It's no bad news before you rudely interrupted me. I wanted to let you know that you scored an A+," Peter finished.
Andrew's eyes widened from shock. ''Whoa, really? You ain't lying, are you?" Andrew asked, suspicious of him.
"No, not at all. All that hard work and coming to after-school study halls finally paid off," Peter replied back.
He could have sworn he saw Andrew give him a little smile. The bell rang, and it was time to go home. A few students and teachers conversed with one another before parting their separate ways. Andrew quickly collected his next assignment and tried to leave out but peter stopped him. "Mr. Jones, before you leave, do you need help understanding the work?" Peter asked.
"Nope," Andrew replied back. His stomach suddenly growled, leaving the already awkwardly silent room even more uncomfortable. Peter had been noticing that Andrew was losing a lot of weight. He knew it was none of his business, but it wasn't rocket science to tell that the boy wasn't getting enough to eat at home.
Scratching his head, Peter finally looked at the youth. "Mr. Jones, if you aren't busy, do you want to grab a bite to eat at Joe's Diner?" He asked, taking a sip of his coffee.
The youth raised an eyebrow. "Um… sure, but no Homo, though."
Peter nearly spit his coffee out from shock and laughter. "Whatever you say, boy. Now, come on. Let's go before it gets too crowded," He said cheerfully again as he packed the rest of his grading work and belongings up. Andrew nodded and waited for him by the doorway. (I hope I don't get in trouble for this.…) Peter thought to himself.
To be continued…
Edited by Darkest Nightmare's Dread