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He yanks his pants low enough to expose his raging erection, slapping his dick over Rian’s cheek, “Suck my cock, like the good little whore that you are. Show me how truly sorry you are for ruining my night,” he hisses, baring his teeth in a menacing grimace.
This is it. Tonight is the night Rian gives up on fooling himself into thinking that he can do anything to protect himself from this abuse. The assault is the last push to tip Rian over the precipice of desperation.
He crawls out of their marital bedroom hours later, to hide in their walk-in closet, muffling his cries in his bathroom robe.
There is no fighting this monster.
There is no chance in hell Rian could ever hope to defeat this nightmare of a man.
There is no other way out but to run.
Rian is fully prepared to hide from Harris Kelly for the rest of his life.
Forgive me, brother, I’m not strong enough. I can’t fight him. I can’t do it. Not without you.
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Dear Ty,
It's Cyril's birthday. Fuck. What a stupid thing to say. You know that already.
What does one do on a day like this?
Can you believe fucking Facebook sends you a video with the most memorable moments you have shared with your "friend" on their birthday?!
I know his password. I know I could delete the account. I just...sometimes, I log in to check if, maybe...I don't...I just miss talking to him.
I read our old messages. It’s like he is still there, on the other side. A world away, now seems like nothing, in comparison to the six feet that separate us.
Sometimes he gets these notifications of memories from the past years, and you’re in all of them.
Tayida… why won't you return my calls?
I miss him so much and I wish you were here. You guys were inseparable. Cyril loved you so much. I know I'm not him. But I hope...I hope you know I(love you)care about you and miss you.
Happy birthday Ty. I'm sorry.
Rian
CHAPTERELEVEN
Rian, Ri, Ree-ahn
7THOF NOVEMBER 2021
Rian’s small bag is hidden beneath the seat of his car. He has managed to scrounge some cash in a very painful slow manner. His small fortune is tucked in the side pocket of his carry-on, together with a copy of his birth certificate. Pulling together any funds at all has been close to impossible, but this is the only way he can hope to escape his violent marriage. His passport is“kept safe”for him, as well as his driver’s license and credit cards, in a safe in his husband’s office.
Harris isn’t meant to be back home for another five hours.
Rian had been convincing enough, feigning a stomach bug and using it as an excuse not to accompany his security detail to the airport. Feeling unwell wasn’t all too hard to fake. He is anxious and sick to his stomach with nerves, anticipating going through with his plan.
