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him, a small two door Honda, but he told me it was a piece of shit and made me sell it. I haven’t had a car since. 
                  He opens my door as I slide into the cream leather seat and buckle. He strides around to his side of the car climbing in and as he sits in his seat, closing his door, he places a hand on my bare knee and turns to look at me.
                  “Two years ago I made a commitment, Steph, to love you for a lifetime and more. You’re everything to me and will always be mine,” he says seductively causing me to become damp again. Thank goodness I actually wore underwear because I was contemplating going commando. He has called me his since we started dating. He’s always been possessive and controlling. I guess that’s what first attracted me to him. I don’t mind it at all and it’s actually a turn on, but when he becomes the drunken possessive husband, that’s different. There is nothing sexy about a man abusing and taking advantage of you and I hate when that Travis comes out.
                  “I love you too,” I say in response and he releases my knee to turn on the car. I melt in my seat beyond thankful for how he’s treating me tonight.
                  It doesn’t take long before we have pulled up to an extremely fancy restaurant that I have not yet had the pleasure to eat at before. Like a gentleman he opens my car door for me, giving me his hand to help me out. He stands there not moving, not shutting the door behind me, but just staring at me. Looking me up and down with a frown spread across his face.
                  “I really wish you wouldn’t have dressed so slutty,” he states. 
                  And there it is. There’s Travis the asshole. I knew he was hiding in there somewhere just itching to get out. Only two people in my life have addressed me as a slut or of being slutty, Travis and my dad. I don’t respond to his rude comment. The last thing I want is to provoke a fight that will most likely be inevitable anyways. I take a breath letting it go and he has said what he wanted to say so he closes the car door and grabs me by the waist as we walk towards the restaurant entrance.
                  “I guess I’ll just need to keep you close. Oh, and don’t take off that cardigan,” he barks and I nod in response. Ugh, why can’t he just be normal for once?
                  We walk into the dark quiet restaurant that is mostly lit by candlelight and there’s a stage to the corner of the room with a few musicians playing slow beautiful sounds from their instruments. Mostly couples fill the tables around the room and the food smells so good my stomach growls in response. The hostess greets us and I take in her long wavy red hair and the little freckles that give her character. She appears young and very intrigued with Travis. Of course! They always are. He smiles in return and she walks us to our table. Only a moment after she seats us our waiter appears. His youthful skin, short brown hair and heavy lids give him that overworked college look.
                  “Good evening. My name is Steven and I will be your waiter tonight. Can I get you started with something to drink?”
                  “Yes, a bottle of your finest red wine, please,” Travis replies, not looking up at the boy and still studying the menu that was on the table when we sat down. 
                  “Yes, a bottle of your finest red wine, please,” Travis replies. He never even looks up at the boy; he just continues studying the menu. 
                  “Tonight I want you to order whatever you want, Steph. I know I typically order for you, but I want you to try anything and everything they have,” Travis says looking up from the menu. I only smile in return and look over all the delicious dishes written out in front of me and again my stomach