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"You don’t understand. Just come back home, and we will work this out. I'll go to counseling."

"No," I say firmly so he knows I mean business. "You have ruined any trust I had within me to begin with. On top of that, this marriage has suffocated my independence. I am glad it’s finally over so I can be free." And I damn well mean what I am saying as I stare him down.

He slides back up to a full standing position, his arm now dangling high from the doorframe as he leans towards me into the room. "I don’t know why you always think I am the one at fault. You are not perfect Bethany. You have issues too." His tone is condescending rather than the charm that is usually dripping from it, and I can’t believe I haven’t seen his manipulation all this time.

"I never said I was perfect, and I am done trying to be. Now, please go back to Pittsburgh, Noah. We are done here."

I go to shut the door on him and instead of letting me, he reaches out and stops it from shutting, stronger than I would expect he could be on so much alcohol. My eyes go wide as he enters the room, pressing his hardness through his clothes against my stomach. This is the kind of thing I would have liked before, but it makes me sick. He is now going from begging to being an aggressor.

"No one is ever going to make you feel the way I do. You know that, Bethany. Only I can give your body what it needs. You'll be begging for this." His hands are all over me as he takes me over to the bed, his body firm against me. I have had enough.

I scream and shove him off of me, hoping it will sober him up and make him notice how crazy he is right now. Only, what I see in his eyes is something I have never seen, and now I have reason to be afraid.

He comes at me, his fists wrapping around my arms as he pins me down. He is squeezing bruises into my wrists as he shakes me, screaming incoherent words at me as he spits in my face.

Then, his fist comes down on my face, and I slide down the bed, crumpling to the floor.

Like a hurricane, he leaves, the door wide open, and I don’t care. I sob as blood comes out of my nose which is now probably broken.

I don’t know how much time passes before security shows up at my door to find out what happened. I can barely raise my volume above whisper as I relay it to them, and they look at me with pity. I hate it.

"You should call the police and report this, and you are welcome to stay here still. But if I were you I would see if there was somewhere else you can stay. He could easily just come back."

I nod my head, knowing now that they are probably right. "I have a friend I can stay with. Thank you so much."

As I speak I barely understand myself. He has gotten more than my nose, and I am just now feeling it as I swell. I am a mess, and I am so embarrassed. But there is only one place to go. "Can you get me a cab?" I squeak out to them, and they agree, one of them making a call and the other coming in to help me pack my bag.

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