I sit down in the chair next to him, my hands folded in my lap, I look down to what I'm wearing and freeze praying he's to drunk to notice. I look over at him my breath held in as he stares at the fire and takes another swig of the scotch, more than half the bottle already gone.

He sets the bottle down and picks up another book from the floor throwing it in the fire "these stupid pointless books of yours" he slurs, I look into the tall flame and watch the crisp white pages turn to black and burning red ash, the words disappearing.

He picks up the scotch and I look done on the thing he set it on, on the side-table sits The Great Gatsby and Pride and Prejudice. I gasp, realising this and look over at him, praying I can get the books before he ruins them and along with them, shatters me.

"What happened?" I ask in a hushed tone

He laughs maliciously "it seems that one of my producers backed out, saying I was getting to ambitious with who I choose to partner with" he says

I tilt my head, why would a computer factory refuse to give him supplies just because of who he partners with? "He should know I already have a back up plan if anything happens, I've told him before" he scoffs "idiot" he seems to be talking to himself but I won't pass up an opportunity to get something out of him

"What plan?" I ask with curiosity leaning into him, hoping by my talking to him he won't grab another book to burn

He laughs again "oh you poor pet, you and your dim-whited Father know nothing"

"What are you talking about?" What does my Father have anything to do with this? Does he not know the supplier backed out?

He groans and waves me off taking another sip and setting the bottle on two of the books I cherish most. I swear if he burns Jane Eyre I will go crazy, I look back across the the book case and on the floor. I bend back in the chair not seeing it, I eventually spot the cover all the way in the corner out of his reach and I smile in relief, I love Jane Eyre the most, I've read it about ten times so I thought I'd give Pride and Prejudice a try but I would prefer he not burn anything of mine.

I focus back on Theo now satisfied with the fact that one thing I love is safe. His eyes are focused on the fire "why did you get drunk?" I ask quietly

"I felt like it" he sneers

I frown at him and look at the bottle placed on the books "I think you've had enough" I say reaching for the bottle, my heart pounding in my chest

I grab it but Theo's blood shot eyes dart over to me and he snatched the bottle out of my hand, I hold on tight but he squeezes it out. It flys out of his hand and across the room shattering into a million pieces all over the floor, the liquid left now in puddles, the fires orange light reflecting from it.

It's silent, the only sound is the pounding of my heart and the quiet gasp that escapes my lips. I'm frozen, to scared to even breath.

"I'm-"

I feel a solid firm hand slap me across my cheek, I gasp as my skin tingles and eyes brim with tears. My hair is whipped across my face, my eyes focused on the ground that glows with the fires light.

"You made me spill my drink" he curses, I turn my eyes back to him, tears now running down my cheeks

He turns to me smirking and finally looking at my attire my outfit seeming to change his mood "well don't you look ravishing" he says "not your typical boring outfit-" he says and his smirk grows "are you trying to seduce me?" He asks with a low and loud chuckle

He lays his hand on my upper thigh, over my black jeans, I gasp and pull away but his grip is tight, his touch makes my stomach twist, unlike the warm feeling Vincent's hand brings.

"Don't touch me" I choke on my words pushing his hands away

His face twists, the yellow glow from the blaze illuminating one side of his angered face, each crease is deep, every frown line dark, his lips closed in a thin line, and both eyebrows pulled together so tight they touch.

He swipe his arms across the side-table knocking over a lamp and my books. I gasp as they both fly to the fire, he gets up and walks away. I fall on my knees and reach for the books that the fire grasps with its burning heat.

"No" I whisper as I pick up one of the books with its burnt edges

I go to reach for the other but my hair is yanked and I drop both, being pulled back and sliding across the floor. I turn and swat and claw at him, crawling my way over to the fire. No, I have to get it, an image of young Vincent and his Mother flashes across my eyes and then the book begins to burn in her hands, Vincent looks broken and it only makes me crawl quicker but I hear Theo growl.

I stick my arms out reaching for the book, the flames wild and reaching out to me, scorching my skin. I grab The Great Gatsby, burning my fingertips on the ashes. I gasp and blow on the book, the edges burnt to a black char, but I sigh in relief at least it hadn't perished with the rest. I reach for the other but my legs are pulled out from under my crouched position and I'm pulled away from the fire, I scream and clutch to the book in my hand as I watch my old copy of Pride and Prejudice burn like the rest, becoming unrecognisable.

I turn over to see Theo pulling me, I kick and scream but his hands grip my ankles tight "let me go!" I demand kicking my feet

"Maybe it's your time to do your job and be a good Wife honey" he sneers with dark eyes making me kick harder

We get to the stairs and he drops my legs to the ground, I drop the book as I try to stand and get away, my heart pounding inside me. Theo grabs me by my waist and drags me up the stairs, I try to get my footing but my legs are useless as they fumble up the stairs "please" I beg clutching to the railing

"Let go you pig" he slurs and grabs my hands, prying off my weak finger from the metal rail

My last finger was ripped off and he continues to pull me "stop!" I beg

He pushes me into the bedroom, his bedroom, tears are now falling down my face like rain in a thunder storm "Theo please" I beg holding my hands in front of me in defence as he pushes me into the dark room

He turns to take off his shoes and I run to the door, I go to open it but I scream when I pulled away "oh no you don't" he laughs pushing me onto the bed as I cry out my pleas

I inch up the bed trying to get away as he crawls over to me, the moonlight shines in through the windows, the white light broken up through the closed curtains. I look back over to Theo, my entire body shaking, this light hits his face and it appears even colder than the fire made him look, a chill goes down my back as I try to get off the bed.

He pulls me back by my arm and lays on top of me, pinning my arms and legs down. He pushes some hair out of my face with a firm hand "don't you want to make me happy?" he asks feeling down my neck and shoulders, he kisses my ear lobe and whispers "don't you what to please me" he says, his voice husky and horse

His lips crush on mine and I squirm under his heavy body, his kisses are sloppy and I try to suck in my lips as I pinch my eyes shut, his tongue tastes of scotch and salt as my tears slips between our intertwined lips. I turn my head, he doesn't stop though, he kisses down my neck and I cry harder as he nips at my skin hard enough to draw blood "Theo stop" I cry harder my tears blurring my surroundings

He sits up allowing my chest to rise and fill my lungs, but my relief doesn't last long he slaps my face again and I lay limp for a moment "you whore! Can you do nothing correctly! Maybe this time we can get that baby thing right" at his words I cry harder, my breath coming out too fast and my eyes blurring with dark spots "I'll give you a baby this time and you worthless shit won't kill it"

"No! No!" I beg kicking my knees up but he's to heavy for my slim legs to do damage

He holds both my hands above my head while his other hand rips off my shirt, I sob as his hands move down my torso and reaches behind me to unclasping my bra "I forgot how good you look" he says staring only at my naked chest, while my face is flushed and streaming with tears "take off your jeans" he demands

I take my lip in my mouth, keeping it from quivering and shake my head "do it!" He yells, I shake and close my eyes praying by some miracle someone will come and save me away from this devil. I pray that any second Vincent will come up and sweep me away from this house and man. I hope Sofia called the cops even though I told her not to. I thought I could handle him because I knew if the cops came Theo would kill me...but I almost rather that than this,  I know no ones coming "fine" he says

He goes to do it himself, he pulls off my jeans to my thighs but when I start kicking his nails dig into my leg. I feel him pierce the skin of my thigh and I scream again from the searing pain as he runs his nails down my leg.

He throws my jeans in the same direction of my bra and shirt. I push at his chest and slap at him when he try's to lay on me again. My lungs feel like they are tied off, enabling me to take full breaths and my brain feels heavy as it pounds against my scull from my screams.

He pulls off his shirt and pushes me back down, he kisses me again as I cry, not even keeping my lips from his anymore. He bites down hard on my lip and I whimper "I know you want me" he says and I shake my head but he pays no attention while he unbuttons his jeans

My body shakes with fear when he rids himself of cloths entirely, I try to cover my nearly naked body. He smirks at me in his naked glory but I look away, I don't even try to move or get out, I know it will do me no good. I look down at my leg to see blood trickling down it from where he clawed me like an animal.

"Now it's time for fun" he says climbing back on me and straddles my waist

I try to get away from his touch, it makes me feel sick and my skin crawl. I want to gag as his hand feel over my breasts and falls down the curves of my waist and hips, hooking his fingers on my underwear. I give one last exert of energy to try to get him off but he just smiles down at me with red eyes. He throws my underwear somewhere about the room and I lay there my body  in so much shock that it's unable to move no matter how bad I want to fight back...I can't.

I feel the cool air of the room fan over my naked body as I shake with anxiety, fear and terror. My quiet sobs along with his soft chuckles are the only things I hear. He lays his body on mine and I shutter in disgust as I feel his erected member on my thigh.

"Please, don't" I beg placing my hands on his chest hoping to god he'll pass out and let this torture end

He smirks a groggy smile and kisses me again, his lips so bitter and vile. I scream when he forces himself inside me...I'm no virgin but it's been a while. I cry hard as he rocks inside me with no regard for my body, he pounds into me like I am nothing but a tool to get him off. The bed rocks and creaks while he buries himself in me and I bite my lip holding in my sobs and screams.

After three more agonising minutes of his abuse he finally falls on top of my petrified shivering body. His breath is hot on my skin, his lips kiss my neck and his sweaty body sticks to mine. His body goes limp and quiet snores echoes in my ear. I lay there my lip quivering and my heart still pounding against its cage, the reality of what just happened sinks in.

My own husband rapped me

I lay like this, unmoving, emotionless and under my husband for what seems like hours. My body and mind not allowing me to move a muscle. I shake my head and blink my wet eyes clearing them of the remaining tears.

I can't stay here, I can't be here when this demon wakes up, if I see this mans eyes looking at me again I might explode into nothing. I shake in fear as I lift his arms from me, I place my arms under his chest and push him off of my body, letting him roll over to the other side.

I get up out of the bed and run

I run out of his room and into mine, my breathing hard and fast knowing if he wakes up and finds me he'll do more than just rape me. I can't think, my mind is working to hard in over drive. I throw my robe over my naked body that itches with the feeling of his fingers still on me, I feel his hot breath, I hear his words, I taste his liquored lips.

I want to scream and beg God to kill me where I stand, I clutch my robe tight to me holding in the screams and screwing my eyes tight, trying to get the images out of my mind. I run down stairs almost tripping down them, I still hear the echoes of my screams when I was dragged up these steps.

I shake my head and try to control my breathing, I look down in the foyer, The Great Gatsby laying where I left it on the white marble floor. My bare feet pad over to it and I pick it up, the cover no longer hot but the remnants of the fire still remains on its charred edges. My eyes water and I clutch the book falling to my knees. I wipe my eyes and take a deep breath.

I get up and go, I can't stay here a single second longer, everywhere I look memories of this night flash through my brain. I run out into the garage, by the side of the house, and take the first set of keys I see. I click the clicker to see which of the five expensive and nice cars I selected, the lights of the Range Rover flashes and I quickly run over to it, his book in one hand and the keys in the other. That's all I have and I dare not go back in that house to get anything else.

I climb in and start it up, I press a button and the garage opens. I sit there watching it raise but then I stop, where am I supposed to go? I don't have friends, I could go to Vincent but...I can't bother him with this, my parents could care less but... they are all I have right now. I go through the directions to there hotel in my head and speed down the long driveway that seems to never end...like I can never really get away.

The drive there is silent, the adrenaline still fresh in my veins, my eyes water and over flow, my heart still beating with pain. How could I let this happen? I should have pushed harder, I should have left him years ago, but I can't and I couldn't, I'm trapped in a marriage I'll never get away from. From my tears the car lights in front of me blur all together like red stars and white street lights turn to shooting comments.

It's feels like forever till I finally reach the hotel, what if they turn me away? What if they arnt here? Where will I go? Who could I go to? My thought make me cry harder against the steering wheel, I feel so alone in the world, Vincent makes happy but what will he think of me after he finds out? Will he hate me and think I'm dirty?

I shake away my thoughts and begin to get out, I look down at my robe and back up at the fine hotel. I hope no ones up, my Mother would scorn me if she knew anyone saw me like this. I get out holding the book and keys, I see my reflection in the window and gasp. I look so dead and empty, my eyes are red from tears, my cheeks streaked with black from my makeup, my blonde hair matted, my lips red and swollen, my face sickly pale.

I run up through the parking lot and into the doors, thankfully by this time of night the door men are not here. A few scattered people are in the lobby but I keep my head down, staring at the golden floor with diamond shapes and my bare feet. Walking over to the elevators I rapidly press the button hoping by doing this it will come down faster.

The bell dings and the doors open, I scurry into the thankfully empty elevator. I click the button of the floor with the pent house and other beautiful rooms, where my mother and father are staying. I ride the elevator up, my body still shaking, I hug myself and hold in my tears until the elevator opens again.

It's as I remember a long hallway, with bright lighting and golden walls, the penthouse across the hall from my parents room.

I walk quickly over to the familiar door and bang on it loudly, not giving a crap if anyone hears "Mom!" I yell against the door banging my first and palm "dad!" I beg, new tears in my eyes at my helplessness 

After minutes of my pounding I fall against the door weeping in my hands. I lay my head back against the door, pounding against it, how has my life come to this? How have I ended up so alone and empty? How can I let my life go on like this?

As I cry in my hands I try to avoid the pounding of my scull, the cold and stabbing feeling in my heart and the emptiness of my soul. I feel his hands on me, his breath on my skin, I shutter remembering his words...god I wish he had the decency to use a condom I doubt and pray nothing will come of it.

I hear a door open and I turn my face from it, I'm surprised not more people have come out and demanded I leave. I hold my breath hoping I might just disappear into another world or be swallowed into the earth.

"Adeline?" I hear a voice call out

I'm puzzled at this voice, am I imagining this? Am I dreaming? I pull my face from my hands and turn my head to the owner of the voice and still I think I must be dreaming or even hallucinating

I choke out his name "Vincent?"

A/N
Hey guys....I know, kinda a messed up chapter but hope you guys still liked. More exiting chapters to come!
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