Misty:
She had hated leaving Robert that way and would have preferred spending the entire day in his arms, but she couldn't. He had already seen more than enough when he had lifted her sweater and there was no way she wanted to explain any of that to him. What happened between them this morning, had erased those memories even if just briefly and it also gave her the strength to get through the weekend, knowing she would be with him again on Monday.
Larry was in a foul mood when he got home from work and her body tensed the minute he walked in the door and yelled. She took a deep breath and trying to ignore his temper she prepared dinner. She kept her mind occupied on the events of the morning, helping her block out Larry's yelling about how nothing was getting done and wanting her to quit her job. This continued throughout the evening, but she remained calm, knowing if she yelled back, it would only make things worse. She was relieved when he finally went to bed early and she took advantage of the moment, retreating to the hot tub and under the stars, again reliving the exciting events of the morning.
Throughout the next day, Larry kept at her on and off and by that evening she was totally exhausted. He finally took hold of her arms and shook her, demanding she quit her job and threatening that he was going to have it out with Robert. She could take no more and yelled back at him.
"No! You don't own me. I'm not quitting! "
"You're my wife and
you will
do as I say. " Larry yelled back.
"I'm not quitting! " She yelled back and seeing his temper flare, she quickly retreated to another room. Before she was able to close the door, he banged at it, knocking her down at the same time. He came at her and jerked her up by the arms, and she cried out in pain. He ripped her shirt open and pushed her down on the bed, roughly peeling her jeans and panties off as she cried and tried fighting him.
"You're my wife! You
will do
as I say! " She felt his hands roughly groping her, adding more pain to the already inflicted bruises and finally she felt his weight on her as he took her. She finally laid still and waited for the humiliation to end. Tears ran down her face as she turned her head away and tried to recall being with Robert, distancing herself from the pain of what Larry was doing.
The next thing, she was alone and heard Larry in the shower. Anger over came her, and without another hesitation she quickly put her jeans and t-shirt on, not worrying about under garments. She quickly went out the door, and started running. It was only after 2:00am, dark, cold and drizzling and it wasn't long before her feet were cold and she swore to herself for leaving her shoes behind. Angry thoughts circled inside her head, and she yelled at herself for what had happened. As she ran, she angrily wiped the tears from her face and swore no one would ever make her feel that way again. With this thought she ran even faster, and didn't see the cat. Suddenly she was tripping over it and was lying in the middle of the road, elbows pounding from skidding across the pavement. She saw the headlights just as she started to get up.
Robert:
" Damn! " He yelled as he stepped on the brakes. He had come within inches of hitting the girl in the road. He quickly got out of the car.
"Sure, run me over and finish off this day! " She was yelling as she got up.
" Misty, is that you? What happened? " He asked shocked that it was her. She had picked herself up and was still yelling as she walked away from him. He quickly caught up with her and stood in front of her, putting his hands on her shoulders to stop her. " What happened? "
" Move, just leave me alone! " She yelled, pushing him and trying to get around him. Having left his headlights on, he could see her elbows were bleeding, but more than that her anger was fierce considering how she had pushed him. Having little choice, he picked her up and carried her to his car.
" You sure are one hell raiser when you're mad, aren't you? " He said as he put her in the car. He was relieved that she didn't fight him, but inside the car she sat with her arms folded and refused to look at him. He reached behind and grabbed a blanket he had in the back seat and covered her. " This should help warm you until I get you …. "