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“I’m not with anyone else Scott…just you,” she said, her breathing tightening as his hand squeezed her neck, terrifying her all over again.
“Good. I hate having to be so mean Olivia but it’s the only thing you seem to understand sometimes,” he said straightening her top as they reached the lobby and the doors opened.
“I know…I’m sorry.” The words were agony to get out as she tried to keep herself from bursting into tears. They nearly choked her to say, to have to apologize for his temper, his anger. Nothing about this was right. She knew that. Hated it. But it was the only way to survive. To keep him from doing worse to her. If she dared argue back or correct him as to who was to blame, there was no telling what he’d do, not only to her right this second, but also to Will if he came down hearing the commotion.
Olivia kept her face down as they crossed the floor to the door and slipped into the car knowing he’d never let her take hers home right now.
The moment they were in the house he was back to the regular Scott as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her, making her want to throw up. He walked her up the steps to the bedroom and started undressing her, and she went to another place in her mind the way she had for the last two years since he’d started acting like this. He had been an incredible husband the first year they were married but that all changed without warning when he’d stopped working undercover and switched to a regular job as a homicide detective.
Now, she couldn’t go three hours in his presence without him hitting her, yelling at her, or this…and this was worse than any of the bruises, but she had no way out. He would never let her leave and if she ran, he’d find her and kill her. Or else he’d follow through with his threats, turn to her younger sister who’d just turned twenty and she wouldn’t allow that to happen.
Her family loved Scott. They would never believe the truth about him, not even with the bruises. He’d simply claim she was clumsy, which was true now. Her fear of him made her forget to watch where she was going, making her trip on steps or her own feet. It had her stepping further around people to ensure Scott couldn’t claim she was flirting or cheating, making her bump into things which had others calling her clumsy as well.
But clumsy didn’t put handprint bruises on her arms or neck. He did and every moment she was with him killed another piece of her soul.
She woke early the next morning jumping into the shower before heading to make breakfast, as he got ready. She had just finished the eggs when he came in anger blazing in his eyes.
“I told you three days ago I needed more razors! Why can’t you do anything right?” he shouted at her as he gripped her shoulders and pushed her backwards. She hit the back of her head on the cabinet door’s knob and saw the slight fuzz of stars as she tried to stop the tears. He hated them and it would just increase his anger.
“I put them in the medicine cabinet.”
“Where?”
“Next to the shaving cream like always,” she stated biting her lip when he seemed to take offense to her word choice.
“Don’t mouth off to me you little bitch. I take care of you and if you don’t watch it I’ll stop,” he warned pointing his finger at her as he moved out of the room.
A shake ran though her, and she leaned against the counter at the sink trying to keep the tears at bay. She lifted a hand to the back of her head and felt the stickiness, as she held back the scream of anger and terror that wanted out. Her hand lowered and she washed the blood from her fingers grabbing a towel to try to stop the bleeding. She wetted another when the spot stopped and mopped at her hair knowing the red would clearly show on her light blonde hair.
“You did it again! I told you I don’t like this kind, but you keep buying them,” Scott raged coming back into the room. “Why can’t you listen to anything? Or is this the kind thathelikes, huh? Is that what this really is? You’re really screwing him while you work?”
“No, it’s the same brand as always.” She backed up knowing that was the wrong way to put it, as he waved the razor at her, his eyes darkening further in rage. Her heart cried out with terror, but it didn’t sound from her throat.
“It’s not, this one only has three blades, and it doesn’t work…want to see?” he stated grabbing her arm and twisting it behind her, pinning her against the wall as he lifted her skirt.
“I’m sorry. I’ll go buy the others today I swear…Scott please don’t,” she begged as he put it against her thigh.
“It doesn’t do anything but cut skin,” he stated pushing it into her skin as he pulled downward with it.
“Scott please,” she said fighting the tears as it stung, choking back the scream of pain that accompanied it. One slipped down her cheek, and he saw it as he lifted his face back to hers.
“Stupid blubbering bitch,” he said backhanding her across the face. “Get cleaned up and make me new eggs,” he told her as she slid down the wall. “Now! Or I’ll show you how to finally listen.”
She shook as she got up tasting the blood from her lip and started the eggs as her hands fumbled to crack the shells. Bile rose in her throat, and she pushed it aside as she tried to keep from giving into the need to cry as she finished them. She put the eggs on the table and moved the pan to the sink to wash it out before turning to leave.
“There’s shell in my eggs! You stupid little bitch…” he yelled at her, and she pushed herself faster to get up the stairs. He grabbed the back of her hair, pulled her back down them, and kicked her hard. “Bitches get the shit kicked out of them until they learn the proper way of doing things. I swear to god Olivia, one more thing and I’ll kill you then see how much better Jessica can be as a wife.”
He started at her again, the depth of his rage showing on his face, and she knew nothing was going to save her this time. He looked like he could really do it, kill her without a hesitation. Screams filled her lungs, but they didn’t fall as she heard his phone ring. He glared as he answered it, giving her a look that said ‘just wait’ as he closed it then headed out leaving her lying on the floor, and the tears finally came full force.
God, she couldn’t do this any longer. She couldn’t handle it, but she wasn’t going to let him win. She’d never do that to her sister.
Olivia dragged herself up the steps and got into the shower again washing away the traces of blood as she tried to figure a way out. No matter what she did, he’d just keep coming after her—or else really give in and go after Jess.
More carefully than normal, she did her makeup to cover the trace of a bruise on her cheek and the puffiness of her lip then grabbed a taxi to work using the cash she kept hidden from Scott. It wasn’t a lot, barely enough to get her out of town if she ever got the nerve to do it. Every threat he laid against her sister, her family, and especially Will kept her firmly rooted here, beyond the fact that in order to get away from him, she’d need a lot more money than what she had managed to hide.
He watched their checking account closely, wanted to see the receipt anytime she bought something. Hell, the only reason she had any cash hidden away was because she’d learnt to be tricky, forgetting coupons and discounts when she went through the line the first time, then she’d take the items back or over to the service desk and ask to add the discount on, and ninety-nine percent of the time, they’d give her cash rather than have it go back onto her card.
She hopped on the elevator as a group got off to head to a meeting, keeping her head down until the doors were closed. With a final glance at her appearance before she got off, she headed in praying Will wouldn’t say anything.
