This isn't a wimp story, it will change, no sex, sorry if that's what you don't like. It's not much of a revenge story either but anyway... enjoy the story. I honestly don't care for a alternate... feel free to change it around if you want, honestly don't care. This is just a little something I put together. Again, enjoy the story and I'll leave commenting and rating on.
I woke up early and headed down the kitchen to make breakfast for my beautiful, high self-esteem, 'loving' wife, her names Linda Davis... she took my last name when we got married. I made eggs with a little yolk, making sure there were no egg shells... I learned my lesson last time. I was smacked and she threw the plate at me, it gave me a bad gash but I survived. I rubbed my arm and flinched when I hit a bruise from where gave me a small cut with the knife.
My wife walked down the stairs and plopped down in the chair.
"Get me a coffee." She demanded, I hadn't even put any down yet.
I hurried over to the old coffee and popped it in the microwave... I wish I could of made a new batch but she'll just have to go with that.
"You just took a old batch and heat it up in the microwave! You asshole!" She stumped over to the microwave and pulled the door open my by the handle, I watched as it went from 5:00 to 3:00... it should be very hot by now.
She pulled it out as if it wasn't nothing... all I remember is scorching coffee going all over my face and my neck, a little fell to my collar bone, it burned. Like damn fire! It burned. I yelled in pain as my body shook with pain... I felt her hands grab me and the something being poured over me, like cool water... it didn't help, I knew my white skin was probably red. I opened my eyes, betting they were red too. I saw the look on my wife's face, she seemed scared but then again excited with my pain.
"Baby! I'm sorry. I-I wasn't thinking." I just nodded and slouched my way to the bathroom, which is right down the hall by the way, ignoring her as I went.
I guess I better describe my wife... she have strawberry blonde hair, blue dazzling eyes, stand around 5'0 and have a nice little ass with 36C cups. Believe it or not... I never had sex with my wife yet... I'm not a wimp... or at least I wouldn't call myself one. I would call myself a... well, I don't know what I would call myself. But, it defiantly wasn't a wimp! I deal with domestic violence. I have a 4 month year old baby, who I think is mine, her name is Helen Davis and she means the world to me.
I'm still married to Linda because I don't wanna lose my daughter. She bribed me to staying with her, threating to take my daughter away from me, I can't have that. I... I would do anything for my baby girl. My little boo-boo mean the world to me. I'M the one up every night making sure she's breathing in her sleep, I'M the one that change her diapers, I'M the one who give her baths, I'M the one who calm her down when she's crying, I'M the one working two jobs just to keep food on the table.
While my wife for 3 months is on her back all the time, legs wide open, most likely with more than one cock inside her. I don't have sex with my wife for one reason... okay, more than one. One: She don't use protection, Two: She doesn't have birth control, and I'll be damned to have a baby with her, Three: I am a little small in the 'manhood' department... there are plenty more that I don't have the time for to list.
I looked in the mirror and saw my face was red... everywhere, my eyes were puffy and made it seem as if I've been crying my eyes out for days, my cheeks hurt when I touched them, my lips would burn when ever I touched them too. I was hurt, in agony. I heard footsteps and, literally, ran to the door to lock it... I don't need that... that animal, in here with me.
I looked back at my face and then at my hands, rough, strong, big hands, forgot to mention RED hands. Only if it was blood they were stained with. That devil's blood... but I can't kill her. Who will take care of my baby girl? I have no one but my little girl and it would kill me to loose her.
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(3 Hours Later)
I stepped out the shower fresh and clean, I applied ointment to some appearing blisters and decided to call in work so they didn't have to see anything new that Linda did to me. I stepped into a long sleeve shirt, sweatpants, and brown slippers. I should be use to such abuse but this was new... she never done this before.
"What the hell are you still doing here?" Linda came around the corner, carrying Helen in a unsafe way.