Water from the shower nozzle hit her back relentlessly as she stood in the shower, emotionless.
Aaron had spared her last night, much to her relief. But he had forced her to stroke him to orgasm. She mechanically put her hand over his hardened member and rubbed it as fast as she could, trying to manufacture some sort of response from him. But she hadn't been able to get him to release, so he told her to let go of his penis, and they slept in awkward silence.
She felt the bed lift up slightly at three in the morning as she heard him grab his phone and hastily mutter a few words into it. She caught "It's too early for this", and then " I'm on my way.". She heard him cock his handgun and refill it before leaving and going downstairs. She heard the door slam and wondered if she should try to go see what he was doing. But immediately decided against it. Aaron would eat her alive if he saw her that early in the morning.
Gwen got out of the bed and began searching the room for her phone. Aaron would probably be gone for a while. She heard the door swing open and felt goosebumps riddle her skin. She jumped back into the bed and pulled the covers over herself and went to sleep.
So, early this morning, when he informed her that he would be staying home, she kind of panicked. She quickly made him breakfast and then went to go shower.
She turned off the shower and took one of the fluffy white towels from the stack in the bathroom, covered herself with it, and walked into the bedroom. She let out a sigh of relief.
"Gwen!" he called from downstairs. "I'm ready to make the call!"
"Coming!" she yelled. Throwing on one of his large tee shirts and a pair of his shorts, she ran down the stairs and into his study, where she found him doing work. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye and looked back to the computer. He had her phone on the desk, open.
"So, what number?"
"347-***-***8," she said.
He dialed the number onto his phone and then handed it to her.
"Hello, this is Kelly from the Lehman firm, how may we help you?"
"Kelly, it's me, Gwen." she sighed. She thanked God it wasn't her other co-workers. She didn't need to tell them she'd be quitting.
"Where have you been, girl! Henry has been throwing a fit saying that he couldn't get in reach with you."
"Some urgent family matters forced me back home to Georgia. I'm going to have to resign. I'm sorry that I wasn't able to call, it has been a turbulent week." she apologized. She saw Aaron roll his eyes from the corner of her eyes.
"I'm sorry to hear that, I'll tell Henry and we will miss you," he said. "Have a great day, Gwen."
"Thank you so much, Kelly! Have a great day and I hope everything goes great at the firm."
The phone call ended and Gwen found herself face to face with a working Aaron, who was distracted by the paperwork in the files on his desk.
"Thanks for letting me call them," she said. "I didn't think you'd let me."
"I wouldn't want anyone coming here to come and try to take you back. Especially when we're getting married in about three weeks."
Three weeks. That was how long she had to hightail her ass out of there. She nodded in agreement, not wanting to upset him. She began to get out of her seat before he stopped her.
"Wait a minute," he said. "What did you do when you worked there?"
"Oh, I was a secretary for one of the senior officers. Nothing too big."
She saw his look darken, and his jaw was hinged as she began to shake. That kind of look reminded her exactly how irrational Aaron could be if he got angry.
"Secretary," he repeated. "You sucked off some old fuck and got him coffee while you had a boyfriend?"
"N-no! No way, Kevin isn't like that, he's a nice guy. Not all secretaries are like that!"
"So, you call him Kevin? Not very formal." he scowled.
"Aaron, we were friendly, but it was just that. I wasn't a slutty secretary, honest to God."
Aaron glowered at her, eyes narrowed in a cat-like fashion, almost in a child-like manner. She had no clue what he was thinking, did he think that she was some type of slut? He threw around lots of wild accusations with little evidence, and she was tired of it. He could not just call her a whore like that and expect no repercussions.
"What about you? Do you jack Randall off every day? Is that what you do at work?!"
Gwen felt his hand meet her face again, for the second time in three days. She touched the stinging surface and cried to herself.
"Don't you ever disrespect me." he sniffed.
Gwen stayed quiet, not wanting another slap. Aaron looked like he was ready to give her another one too.
"If you want to work so bad, I'll give you a job," he said, after a long silence. "Go clean the backyard."
She frowned, was the backyard that bad? She hadn't bothered to actually look at it since she arrived. Most of the people in the elite neighborhood had maids, but she guessed that Aaron intended for her to be his maid. She walked out of the study and outside, to be met by a surprising field of tall grass and a lot of trash.
"I expect it clean by tonight."
(4.0)
She's too scared to go back inside. She felt his shorts tear and are pretty sure that he would think she did it on purpose. She lifted the last garbage bag onto the curb, and sat on the porch, wondering if he had noticed all of her hard work. Her cut up fingers indicated lots of pulling and tugging of weeds and since the lawnmower seemed to be nearly useless, she improvised with garden priers and a machete.
She's too afraid to run either. His kind of work entailed lots of physical endurance, and when she was tempted to take a break and go inside and drink water, she reminded herself that he would probably laugh at her, tell her she couldn't even clean the backyard and should forget about getting any job.
"Come back in," he said from the door. Gwen looked at him with a triumphant smirk. She looked at him with a proud look. Having conquered his challenge and not taking any breaks. She felt his hand trace against the bottom of her shorts as he slammed the door behind her. Gwen scampered away, afraid of his lustful gaze.
"I saw you," he said. "I saw the way you presented your ass for the world to see."
"The shorts ripped because of some of the fence. And they didn't rip that far up!" she said.
"Don't fucking lie to me Gwen."
"I don't understand why you're so angry! You hate me! You Loathe me! You used to tell me that I wasn't even worthy of breathing your air!" she screamed. "You called me ugly!"
"You still are and lower your voice. I don't need the neighbors assuming I married some dumb ghetto bitch."
She gnashed her teeth and walked up the stairs, done with him. She wasn't prepared to stoop down to his level.
"I'm talking to you!" he called from the base of the stairs. "When I'm talking, you don't walk away."
"Fuck you!" she snapped.
Gwen ran into the hallway bathroom and locked the door behind her. She heard him coming up the stairs and didn't want to endure the brunt of his anger. Frightful brown eyes watched the lock shift open. He had a key, what an idiot she was being.
"You don't speak like that here," he said. "Especially not to me, you fucking slut."
"Aaron, I'm not going to even try anymore. I've had it. I don't care what the fucking council does to me, I'm leaving and I would rather be stoned to death than live with you."
Gwen pushed him out of the way and went to go pick up her discarded leather jacket from his room along with her blue shirt and jeans. Gwen froze once she felt a leather strip lay a solid hit on her back. She howled in pain and doubled against the toilet crying.
"You forced my hand," he said. "You're my wife and the sooner you realize it, the better it will be for me and you. You're not leaving, ever."
"I'm not your fucking wife. I'll never be your wife, and I hate you more than I hate this retarded town."
"Do I care? Gwen, let this be your last warning, I will resort to using a lot more tactical methods if you aren't going to comply," he said, gaze blank. She stared at him, he was void of emotion, like some sort of robot.
"Aaron. You've never hated me this much." she pleaded. "Just let me leave. Please. I can't stay here."
He gripped a handful of her hair in his first and dragged her out of the bathroom and down the hall to their bedroom. He slammed the door as he pushed her on the bed. Gwen turned around with a scream and lunged at his throat, her senses gone animalistic. Wild brown eyes looked around the room, afraid. He smacked her clean across the face, knocking the air out of her.
"You listen, you fucking slut. If you don't want to follow rules, then you've got another thing coming."
A nasty slow grin appeared on his face as he looked at something off in the distance. Gwen heard a fizzling from outside the windows and panicked. It was time.
"I guess it's time."
Oooh. What's it time for?