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feel that way.
    “Oh, shit. Give it back, Ana.”
    “No. I need to see. What the fuck is the big deal? Is the guy some heartthrob and William thinks I’m going to run back to him?” I asked begrudgingly.
    “Fine. I actually agree with you, but you don’t even know how to use it. Hand it over and I’ll show you.”
    “I don’t believe you.”
    “Sweetheart, I think it’s what you need. We all know that Will is becoming a little irrational. I swear that I wouldn’t do that to you.”
    Before I could stop him, he snatched it from me. “Give it back!”
    “Chill before you hurt yourself,” he said while doing something on his phone. He looked up at me. His face serious. “Are you ready for this? Maybe you should sit.”
    I pulled the chair out and took a seat. Suddenly, I was nervous, but I did as he asked and sat down.
    He handed me the phone with the back facing me. Slowly, I turned it around and the moment my eyes focused on the image on the screen, I dropped the phone. It hit the floor loudly, crashing and probably cracking on impact. Thoughts, memories, pain, tears flashed through my head. I started screaming and crying. My body started to convulse. I shook and fell from the chair, collapsing on the floor.
    The first memory was one of the worst. I felt his hands on my neck, squeezing as he demanded I submit my body to him on our wedding night. When he took my virginity, I felt numb inside and received a beating for crying afterward. I shook for days after that night.
    I remembered being forced into marriage with him. Two months after we met, he asked me to marry him. I kept telling him that I needed time, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. The wedding was rushed, and I was scared. I remembered staring at myself in the mirror and hating how stupid I could be. The entire time I had to smile and laugh, or he’d torture and kill my family. What family, I don’t know. There was this fleeting image of this one woman who I kept thinking was me, but I’m not sure. She had to be my family or me. The person was dancing with another guy there. Maybe she was married to him. If she were real, would she tell him where I was at? I was shaking the whole time.
    I felt myself being lifted off the ground and into strong arms. Then I heard a roar. “What the fuck are you doing carrying her?”
    I looked up at Davy holding me, and I nodded to him. He let me down, and I rushed into William’s arms. I ignored the pain that ran up my arm from the impact of crushing into his large frame. “You were right. You were right. Seeing his face would freak me out.”
    “She…” Davy started to speak, but I had to take the blame from him.
    “I stole his phone and looked for a picture of him. He tried to get the phone from me but didn’t want to hurt me, so he showed me how to find it, and I lost it.”
    “Sorry, boss. She was insistent.”
    “No, No. I was coming home to finally man up and show her. I knew it was wrong to keep Ana on edge.” He looked down at me and said, “Sugar, I would do anything to keep you happy and safe.”
    “Thank you, Will, but it worked. Some of my memories are back. Seeing his face triggered memories that I don’t think I could have handled the first time I asked.”
    “I’ll leave you two alone,” Davy said walking out the door.
    “Come on, Ana. You can tell me all you remember.”
    We walked into the living room where we sat down on the sofa. He tried to get me to sit in his lap, but I didn’t want to be in his arms as I explained my past with him. The wicked past I could remember. All I knew was that I wasn’t willing, and that made me feel good to know I wasn’t a monster as well.
    “I can’t remember everything, but I do have memories of working in a restaurant when we met. He approached me and made an introduction. I wasn’t sure that it was a good idea to talk to him and sent him on his way, but he came back the next day and the next. Each time he returned, he looked more and