Chapter 3 The devil I call my husband

❣️ Nathalia ❣️

The alarm clock signalled it was already time for me to wake up. I rolled on my stomach and stopped it while i grumbled to myself, I haven't had enough sleep yet. I slept few minutes to 4:00 and it's 5:00 already??

But then, I should get my husband ready for work.

I sighed as i stared at his sleeping face, he looked stressed. Maybe his work was stressing him so much.

God, please help see him through and bless him.

I took my rosary from the top of the drawer beside me and kissed the crucifix, then knelt down beside the bed to say a quick morning prayer.

Even though my body ached all over from last night, i managed to drag myself to the bathroom to urinate, afterwards I went to the kitchen to begin my daily routine.

When i was sure I got everything ready for him, i contemplated on waking him up or not.

I didn't want what happened yesterday to repeat itself and he clearly told me not to disturb him.

Probably he'll just wake up by himself.

My cheeks were hurting because of how i was smiling as i remembered something.

I got back on the bed and slid into the comfort of the duvet and soon i dozed off.

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I was awoken as my body made contact with the floor.

"You fucking wench!!!" Thomas hoarse voice pricked my ears and i stood up from the floor, realizing he was the one who threw me off the bed.

His eyes were burning with rage and i was confused as to what i had done this time, I cleaned my eyes, sleepily.

A slap brought me to my senses.

"Thomas?" I held my cheek, staring at him.

He raised his hand to hit again and i ducked.

"Sorry....sir...sir". I corrected myself.

It seemed like I enraged him as i dodged his slap and it made him grab my hair tight and then, yanking my head backwards, my neck barely snapping.

It hurt so bad that tears began to form in my eyes.

"What are those crocodile tears i see? You better suck them back in or else...."

I sniffed in and wiped my eyes with the back of my hand.

"What happened?" I managed to ask.

"See how stupid and useless you are. Are you seriously asking me what happened?" He asked, arching his left eyebrow.

I shook my head immediately to not anger him the more.

"What is the time?" He asked me.

I stole a glance at the huge clock that was hung on the wall and discovered it was 15 minutes past 7:00am.

I was still confused until it hit me...

Shoot! He's late for work!

"Y..you're late". I stuttered.

He suddenly laughed...

"See why you're stupid? I asked of the time illiterate!!"

"It...it's qu..quarter past seven". I replied with shaky breaths.

He clapped and patted my head, then grabbed a fistful of hair, once more.

"What time am i supposed to leave for work?"

"Six...sir"

"What were you supposed to do?"

"W..wake you up".

"And what did you do?"

"I...I.. didn't...I..slept off".

"For f*ck's sake!!!!" He snapped.

"Will you ever be useful to me??"

"I'm sorry sir...you told me not to disturb your sleep and I didn't know what to do..."

"I told you not to disturb my sleep huh?" His grip on my hair tightened and i winced.

"Now I'm fucking late!! Are you satisfied witch?!" He yelled pushing me roughly, I crash landed on my butt, pushing some drawers in my way.

Ouch!

I held my waist, massaging it, while he glared down at me.

"You're just so useless!!! You should be glad i married you. You should be glad I fucking picked your poor ass off the streets!! Your gender is the most stupid, irksome, useless thing on Earth!! You can't do anything right!! you're all weaklings and weaklings should know their place and serve their men."

I bit my lip, lowering my head as he kept yelling at me.

"Perhaps I should've left you to die on the streets".

"No.." I said weakly.

"What did you say?" He asked, ready to strike again.

"I'm forever grateful you picked my poor self off the streets, thank you sir". I said.

"You better be". He said with a smug.

"I now see the reason why your parents kicked your fucking ass out!! They know you're useless...they know girls are useless...they wouldn't kick their male child out if they had one, would they? They know men are the greatest and they would cherish him more than you because he would carry on their lineage... isn't that right?".

I didn't know what to answer.... talking about my parents was hurting me more..

"I said... ISN'T THAT RIGHT?!!". He thundered.

I nodded quickly to calm his anger.

"Yes...sir, yes sir...".

"You're a total loser you know, you're lucky I married your illiterate ass, no one else would've married you by the way.. you're so ugly!" He spat and left me...

I hugged my knees and all the pain i felt when i woke up was being multiplied by hundred as my body racked with sobs.

I haven't even told him what I discovered..

How will i tell him now?

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11pm....

I heard the clinking of keys and i knew he was back...

I checked the time and sighed...

He's gone drinking again..

"Welcome honey". I collected his bag and he unbuttoned his shirt as he came in.

"Hope my bath's ready". He grumbled.

"Yes".

As he handed his shirt over to me, i saw the shape of lips with red lipstick, almost all over the collar.

I frowned and looked up at him questionably... without collecting the shirt.

"Hey! Are you blind?" He hissed.

I didn't answer as my eyes were still fixed on the shirt.

"Bitch! I'm talking to you!!" He hit me hard on the face and i yelped.

He scoffed...."you wanna scream huh?".

I held my face and stared at him as tears stung my eyes.

"Where did you go to after work?" I asked quietly.

"What's up with you this night?". He sized me up with his eyes.

"Wait...let me get it straight...did you just ask me that?" He asked, and i saw as confusion and anger flashed on his face.

"Look at these....you went to see a woman didn't you?" I asked, collecting the shirt from him finally and showing him the lips that we're formed on it.

"I see....you still haven't known your place huh?". He nodded his head looking around and biting his lip, then he glared at me.

He looked like he was contemplating on what to do.

"How dare you question me, meathead!!" He landed a ferocious slap on my cheek that sent me sprawling to the floor.

"Thomas...pleaseee". I held my cheek as i looked up at him...

"Haven't you hurt me enough?" I sobbed.

"You....you...". He paused and sighed..

"Did you by any chance smoke marijuana this night?"

I was speechless with the question he just asked me....it didn't make any sense.

"When i ask a question, answer me goddamnit bitch!!!" He yelled.

I didn't reply again and he dashed away from me, scattering a few stuffs.

He was looking for something...

Something to hit me with, i guess...

Yeah, I was right...

He approached me with a wooden baseball bat.

I was shocked and scared...

"Hon...sir, what are you doing?" I asked, shifting away on the floor, slowly.

"What does it look like? I'm trying to teach you to know your place bitch!"

"Sir... please, don't....I beg you". The tears streamed down my face as I begged him with shaky breaths.

"Thomas....please, I'm......"

The bat landed on my stomach, knocking some air out of my lungs and i gasped out as blood spurted out from my mouth.

"Pregnant.." I finished with some spare breaths before my vision blurred out and everything became pitch black.

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