Chapter 2 The beginning of hell

🦋Nathalia🦋

"Are you alright honey?" I asked as my husband, Thomas staggered in, almost falling. He was clearly drunk.

"Am i alright?" He asked in return with scorn and looked up at me.

His face was covered in bruises and i figured he got into a fight.

"Oh my God!" I gasped and walked to him, then assisted him to stand upright.

He suddenly pushed me away, roughly.

"Get away from me bitch!!" He snarled.

Neither the fall nor his words hurt me, since i was already used to it.

From time to time, he hurt me and i wouldn't blame him, maybe because he was going through a lot and wouldn't share it with me or maybe i really did piss him off.

"I'm sorry honey, I'll get the first aid box". I said, getting up from the floor and dusting my clothes.

"Get my dinner! I didn't ask for the first aid!"

"Yes honey". I bowed my head and left for the kitchen.

I reheated his dinner in the microwave since it had turned cold and went to serve him at the dinning.

"What took you so long huh? I'm starving!!" He yelled at me.

"It was cold, i was trying to..."

"Go get the first aid kit". He cut me short.

I quickly left for the kit and returned almost immediately with it.

"What the fuck did you cook for me, you crazy wench?!" He snapped.

"Is something wrong with the food?" I asked.

He grabbed a glass of water and threw the content on my face.

"Is something wrong with the food?" He mimicked me. "It's tasteless, go prepare something delicious for me to eat".

I wiped my face with the back of my hand and began to clear the table.

"Why can't you just try to prove you're not useless to me huh?" He asked.

"I'm sorry, I'll make you a delicious meal". I muttered.

"That's right, and I'm gonna get the other food in the bedroom, later right?" He smirked and licked his lips as he slapped my butt.

The tray i was holding, bent and one of the plates fell on him, spilling it's contents and then, shattering to pieces on the floor.

Great!

"What's your problem bitch?!" He growled, grabbing my arm.

"It..it was an accident I promise. You suddenly startled me when you slapped my ass" I defended.

"Now it's my fault huh?" He asked.

"You....you.." I stuttered.

"How dare you?!" He snapped, slapping me hard on my face.

I fell to the floor, the tray, flying off my hands and landing on the floor which also shattered more of the plates.

He yanked me up, after grabbing my hair and slammed me against the wall...I endured every ounce of the pain that surged through my body and shut my eyes, anticipating more pain that he would inflict.

He pounced on me and began to hit and kick.

As weak as i was, i couldn't do anything to stop him, so i just let him pour out his anger. I was even too weak to cry and I was glad I didn't, or else he would've pounded me non-stop.

When he was satisfied, he stood up, spat on me and proceeded to the sitting room, where he pulled off his shirt which I had mistakenly wrecked.

"I want my dinner in five minutes". He said.

"Y..yes honey".

"Don't honey me, you piece of shit!" He glared.

"Yes Thomas".

I headed for the kitchen while he tended to his wounds.

On checking the time, I found out it was 12:58am, just two minutes to 1:00am. I sighed wearily.

Not that what I prepared was tasteless....just because he wanted me to work all the time, that's why he's stressing me like this.

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It was 5:00am and the alarm clock went off. I put a stop to it's annoying rings and got out of the duvet, sleep still woven in my eyes.

Thomas was still fast asleep and I had to prepare a warm bath for him and also iron his clothes and then, prepare his breakfast.

I went to the kitchen first, to prepare his breakfast.

He's supposed to be ready for work by 6:00 sharp so i decided to hurry up so i could go get more sleep.

Finishing from the kitchen, i went to the laundry room and began to iron his office wear.

When i was done, i went to wake him up.

"Honey, it's time to bath". I touched him slightly.

He stirred in his sleep and grumbled some words to me.

"Honey? Honey? Wake up it's almost work time" I whispered.

"Get the fuck off will you?!" He suddenly growled and i withdrew instantly.

"I just wanted to tell you that...."

"If you keep talking, I just might lose my brain cells, listening to you, so if you don't wanna get a black eye this morning, keep quiet!" He warned.

I gulped down nothing and moved away from him quickly, then went to set his breakfast at the dinning, while he went ahead to have his bath.

After eating and dressing up, he took his attache case and left the house.

The clinking of keys at the doorpost was a proof he had locked the door.

He had locked me in.

Yeah....it wasn't new.

Since I got married to him, I've never stepped out of the house.

I was a house wife, so he said, and i was meant to stay at home.

Whenever we ran out of groceries or needed something, he would do the shopping himself.

I didn't have any friends. The television, my pillow and kitchen were my pals. Thank God he let me use the T.v otherwise I would've died of boredom.

I didn't even have a phone to place or receive calls....or even browse or go on social medias like my peers.

I was just there...a house wife, more like a maid to him. The man i fell in love with, the generous stranger who had picked me up from the streets, the one who made me smile long ago...but then it turned out he wasn't as sweet as I thought.

He was still kind enough to pick me up though, and i was grateful for that. I can't believe my parents actually dumped me for good, like they didn't care about me at all.

It's all thanks to him that I'm still alive and kicking and finally got a roof over my head, once again.

If he treated me bad, i wasn't going to question him, not after saving my worthless life. I was gonna endure, maybe one day, he's going to realise how much i love him and then, he'll develop feelings for me also and start treating me like a real wife.

He, Thomas Roberts, my savior, is gonna become a great husband.

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"Welcome back honey". I collected his attache case and suit's jacket.

He just arrived from work, late in the evening and he looked tired.

"How was work today?" I asked with a smile.

"None of your business, what do you know about my work, you fucking illiterate?!!"

"I'm sorry, I won't ask again honey".

"How many times do I need to tell you not to call me honey?!"

"I'm sorry Thomas".

"Sir, is fine by me, show some respect wench!"

"Yes sir". I said quickly and went to get his dinner.

"Do you actually taste the food?" He scowled, when he ate a spoonful.

"Yes I do..."

"This tastes awful and I'm really hungry....what have you ever done right?! You can't sweep properly, you can't wash properly, you can't cook properly....you can't even conceive a child!!"

The floor was sparkly as i had swept and mopped and i had no idea what he was talking about, plus the food was really nice, I don't know what was wrong.

I didn't even know what to say to him. As for the conceiving part, it wasn't my fault that I hadn't gotten pregnant yet and I wasn't God.

"I'm talking to you, why aren't you saying anything?" He asked, furiously.

"I...I...I prepared the food well, maybe you just don't have appetite for it".

He arched his eyebrow as he stared at me....

Okay maybe I shouldn't have said that..

"Um... I'll go prepare a new meal for you". I said quickly to cover up.

"You're so useless! There, I thought I had someone at home who was waiting with a sumptuous meal to satisfy my hunger. You have no idea how hungry I am right now!!"

"I'm sorry hon-sir".

"Enough with your sorry self, it's pissing me off".

"Sorry".

He glared at me and I bit my lip.

"I'm so sorry, I won't say it again".

Goddamnit I just said it....

"Are you trying to annoy me?" He asked.

I shook my head immediately and cursed myself silently.

"My colleagues at work mock me coz I don't have a kid...but then, here you are childless and useless. Tell me, are you barren?"

The question came as a shock...

"No" I replied....I was able to conceive before I even met him and that was one of the reasons my mom threw me out of the house...she didn't know i conceived my father's child.

But then, I had a miscarriage, could that be the reason why i still haven't conceived till now?

"I want a child". He said, interrupting me from my thoughts.

"Wh-what?"

"I said I want a child you meathead!"

"God will bless us with children" I replied.

He scoffed...."when?"

"At his appointed time". I replied, timidly.

"Give me a child". He said, his tone suddenly changing to a stern one as he stood up from his seat, walking towards me.

What is he doing?

"Honey?"

A slap landed on my cheek and I winced, biting my tongue in the process.

"Don't call me honey, ever again".

"Y-yess sir". My voice cracked.

He ripped my dress, till it was nothing but a rag, then licked my shoulder.

I shivered as his tongue came in contact with my skin.

"Hone-Sir..."

"What?"

"We should go to the bedroom....".

He slapped me again and i kept quiet.

He unhooked my bra and cupped my breast, then began to nibble on them.

"Sir.." I was getting turned on at the moment.

"Give me a child". He murmured in reply and pushed me towards the dinning table where he shoved me to the top of the table roughly and had his way with me... thrusting in and out painfully, over and over again. Not minding if i was hurt or if I was sobbing.

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