Billie slammed the door shut just as Sean's hand reached out to block it from closing. He threw it open with such a force, it knocked her to the floor. She scrambled across the floor on her back as she looked around for something, anything she could grab to defend herself.
"What are you doing here?" Billie gasped.
"I was going to ask you the exact same thing." Sean said, grabbing her legs as she lurched away and attempted to kick him.
"How dare you think it's ok to leave me, ME, like that? I've been made a fool by you." He screamed.
"I'm so sorry. You're right. I am a horrible person. I was just, I was just being selfish." She said in a breathy whisper as Sean crawled on top of her, breathing into her neck and opening her robe forcefully.
"You are my wife." He said.
"Yes." She whispered again. She turned her head to the side and realized they were in front of a large fireplace. Wrought iron candle holders adorned the hearth, at least two and three feet tall, and Billie, thinking quickly, turned her body to the side to get a better reach at then, as subtlety as possible. Sean leaned up and looked at her, grabbing her face and forcing her to look at him. His cold, ice blue stare gave her chills. He reared back and punched her in the face, connecting with her nose, hard. The familiar pain seared through her face as she tasted blood pooling into her mouth. She felt it crack and saw stars, fighting to keep conscious.
"Don't you ever fucking pull some shit like that again, do you understand me?" He said as he moved close to her ear. "Or I will kill you." He whispered, hitting her again and again. He stopped and Billie struggled to focus.
He began to open his pants and she tilted just a little more to the left and felt the cold, solid legs of the candle holder along her fingertips. She gave what was left of her strength and grabbed it, and in one fast, swooping motion, she heaved it toward Sean's head, knocking him off of her.
"What the fuck!" He shouted, holding his head. She managed to bring herself to her feet and she reared back again, swinging it like a baseball bat and cracking it up against his skull again. Without hesitation, she dropped the weapon on the floor and ran out of the room and to the staircase to the main lobby. She made it out of the front revolving doors to see Ezra and Paul pulling up out front.
"Billie!" Ezra shouted as he ran to her.
"He's inside. He's in the room." She said, panting. He looked at her face and felt anger rising inside of him that he had never before in his life felt. Even more than he felt for the instructors at his boarding school. He helped her into the car and told Paul to keep her safe inside.
"Where are you going, sir?" Paul asked.
"To kill him." Ezra said, looking back at her one last time and heading inside.