Fear
They were fighting again. At least this time they had some privacy. He couldn't even remember what the fight was about anymore. He was losing control. He could feel it coming. A shit storm was about to rain down on them and he knew that he wouldn't be able to stop, he just hoped he didn't say the wrong thing. They fought a lot, that's just what they did, she was young and he was stubborn. "You're just a dumb redneck," she screamed at him. "Maybe I would have been better off with Zach." His temper flared through the roof, burning his control to ash. Before he realized what he was doing his hand was flying. He head snapped to the side as he slapped her.
His eyes went wide. He never hit women, ever. Not after what his mamma had gone through. Regret seeped into the anger, poisoning it. "Beth, I didn't…I'm sorry."
Her eyes were wide; she couldn't believe it had happened. She just shook her head. "It's okay," she whispered. She slowly walked out. He swore and punched the wall. He shouldn't have lost control like that. When she made the crack about Zach he just lost it. After what that asshole had done to her? All of the emotional abuse he'd put her through? How could she even go there? He sat on their bed and put his head in his hands. He was going to have to do something drastic to make up for this.
…
It had been a week since the incident and things hadn't gotten worse. They'd gotten better. They weren't fighting anymore, not even arguing. He moaned, letting his head fall back as she tried to take his cock down her throat again. He groaned, gripping her hair as he pushed her down just a little further. He didn't know why things were going so well, but they were…at least he thought. He hasn't seen it until then. When he heard the slow sobs, felt the tears falling down her face, and her shoulders shaking. He pulled her up, staring down at her. Everything hit him then; he realized what he'd done.
Things were going great because she was doing whatever he wanted, whatever he asked because she was afraid of him; afraid he'd hit her again. He felt worse, so much worse. "Beth…" He pulled her up onto the bed and cradled her body against his. "Baby," he whispered. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know how to make this right. He gently cupped her face. "I'm never going to hurt you again," he swore.
She looked up at him, tears brimming over in her eyes. Slowly she nodded her head. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
"No." He shook his head. "I am." He closed his eyes and held her close. He was going to spend the rest of his life making this up to her.