Page 12 of Thirteen Years
“Oh! I just was over at Monica’s, hanging out.” She was stammering all over herself, and God dammit if my heart wasn’t melting at her absolute shyness. I heard the pump click off and reached over before she could, replacing the nozzle and capping her tank.
“Ah, you two would make quite the fearsome duo,” I nodded.
“She seems like she’d be a good friend!” Becks agreed. “My daughter Nat and Lexi have hit it off and are having a sleepover. I’m just going to go home and read a book.”
“Sounds like an exciting Friday night. No date planned?”
“I’m single,” I looked down at her as she turned a bright red.
I looked her over, she was in another oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants. Nothing fancy or dressy. Damn she was gorgeous though. That body and those curves. “Well, that’s every other man’s loss, isn’t it?” I said in a low voice as I looked down at her. “Would you want to go out sometime?”
“Me and you?” she practically squeaked out.
Jesus. Was she going to faint on me?
“Well that’s the idea, babe,” I tried to laugh in a reassuring way.
“Um….” Fuck. She was going to say no. Way to go, Lucas. “I guess?” I heard her say.
“Your enthusiasm is astounding!” I reached over, gently taking her phone out of her hands, where she was fiddling with it and put in my name and number before handing it back. “You’ve got my number now, can I get yours?” I handed her my cell phone and watched as she typed her information in. She was almost acting like she couldn’t believe this was happening. I needed to wrap it up and let her process this in her own way. “I’ll text you details later. You have a good night, Becks.”
“Night,” she said, and I watched as she practically sprinted back to her car and dove inside. As she pulled away and out of the parking lot, I glanced down, noticing a book on the ground. It must’ve fallen out and slid under her vehicle. I glanced up and noticed she was halfway down the road. Taking in the title I raised an eyebrow.
Looks like someone’s into romance novels. A bit of light reading it is then. Smiling to myself I made my way back to my truck to head home.
Chapter 06
The night everything broke…..
I stepped back into the apartment and shut the door quietly, locking it. I breathed another sigh of relief, turning around, but the couch was empty.
Shit.
Out of nowhere a hand slapped me across the face, causing me to fall back against the door.
“Where the hell were you, Becks?” Clark growled at me, drunkenly. His bloodshot, hateful eyes met mine.
“I just took the kitchen trash out.” I responded, keeping my eyes down. It was always best not to make eye contact. Anything I said or did when he was like this could cause it to be worse.
“Bullshit!” he yelled, grabbing me by the arms and throwing me onto the floor in the dark living room. The only light was the flickering from the television. It was still blaring and the sports announcers were droning on about some stupid statistics of the last game. I landed on my side hard enough to be vaguely alarmed, wondering if I’d lose the baby inside me after only knowing of him or her for such a short time.
“Who the hell were you meeting to fuck?” Clark screamed, standing over me. He clenched his fists by his sides repeatedly.
“WHAT?” I asked, floored. He had never accused me of cheating, and I didn’t know where this was even coming from.
“Is that why you turned me down last time? You dumb bitch. No one else could ever want your fat ass. Who’d you find that was desperate enough to fuck you?” he asked menacingly. “Your pussy is mine. No one else could ever want it. Only I know how to fuck you right.”
“Clark, I haven’t been with anyone but you…” I stammered.
“SHUT UP!” he was on top of me before I could blink. His calloused hands wrapped around my throat squeezing tight. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to even fight at this point. I had no one and nothing anymore. No one to bail me out. No one to run to or call. He had my phone, my wallet, and car keys. He had taken them from me weeks ago. I hadn’t been out of this apartment in months by myself.
His hand went into my leggings and underwear forcing itself between my legs. Two fingers roughly plunged up into me and I cried out. I tried to squirm away, but he just jeered mockingly, thrusting his fingers hard in and out of me a few more times. Tears were streaming down my face.
“Hah,” he laughed, “Dry as a desert.” He withdrew his hand, wiping his fingers on my neck.
“Knew you couldn’t find anyone to fuck you like I can.”
He stood up, “Get the fuck up off my floor and clean yourself up, Rebecca. I don’t know why the fuck I put up with you. You’re an ugly, fat fucking cow!”
