my lunch I went into the staff changing area to prepare for the lab. After my texting with Dominic, I felt much, much happier. Silly what can brighten your day.
5.30pm arrived quicker than expected; I packed my equipment away, left the lab and changed out of my safety gear. Then I took my notes back into my office and tidied my desk. I checked to make sure Dominic’s files and computer were locked down for the night before I left. That was really Emily’s responsibility, but I felt better checking.
Ellie was at school today so no doubt I would get to hear all about that when they returned, but it would be later in the evening as it was Mum’s Yoga class and Dad took Ellie swimming. It was home time, it was time to kick back and relax. Watch all my recorded programmes, have a bath and indulge in some sweet heaven – chocolate. I smiled at my thoughts and turned the lights off as I left the office behind.
Chapter 3
I walked in the front door humming “ we are youn g ” and froze. The blood drained from my face, my heart froze mid-beat, and my ears buzzed as the blood whooshed away. Elliott sat at the dining table, staring at me with a serpent’s grin, ready to strike at any moment. How the hell had I not noticed his car outside? A sudden pang of nausea hit me, and I swallowed fast, trying to dispel it. I knew what that grin meant, something in his day had upset him and he was hampering after an argument with me. No matter what I said, he would find something in it to cause tension. A scowl spread across his face, and my body reacted immediately, throwing itself into defense mode.
“Hi, I didn’t expect to see you tonight .” I swallowed at the lump in my throat. “You always know how surprise me.” I tried to muster a sweet smile, but my body started shaking.
I stood with my back to the door, my head bowed as I heard the chair legs scrape across the kitchen tiles . He paused, looking me over, scrutinising me like a lion circling its prey. He stepped closer, and my body shuddered. His proximity made me feel sick; the bile rose in my throat.
He pressed his nose into my hair, inhaling deeply. “You have been a naughty girl,” he whispered through clenched teeth.
“No ,” I replied, my voice flat and low.
“Oh , but I know you have. I saw you.”
I lifted my head instantly at his words, realising my huge mistake . I averted my eyes to the floor again. Panic shot through my veins. Saw me? Do what? What had I done? My body started to tremble, and I tried to control it, but nothing I did steadied my reaction.
“You. Are. A. Slut ,” he said, each word pronounced into my ear with vehemence. “You are mine, do you hear? Not his. That pathetic little shit is not having you.” His rage was boiling. As he spoke, his lips scraped against my ear.
“I...I...didn’t – ”
He grabbed me by the throat, banging the back of my head against the door. He sneered something at me, but I didn’t hear as I was dazed from the force of hitting my head. He shook me by the neck before forcing me down. I tried putting my hands out to catch my fall, but it was too quick. I crashed to the floor with my elbow taking the full impact.
“I saw you, holding his fucking hand, getting all cozy over a sandwich. ” Elliott’s hand squeezed tighter around my throat, and I struggled to breathe. I pushed my heels against the tiles to try and push away but his body pressed me down, his weight easily pinning me to the floor. His hand gripped the top of my thigh, his breath heavy on my chest. His scent of strong aftershave and stale coffee made me want to vomit. Bile rose in my throat.
“ Did you think I wouldn’t find out? What? Is my cock not enough for a little whore like you? Thought you would try us both out, did you? You’re a dirty whore. You make me a bad person, and I know why.” He licked my cheek “You want me to punish you,” he whispered, removing his hand from my throat, stroking a finger down my cheek.
Craig Buckhout, Abbagail Shaw, Patrick Gantt