Heart's Betrayal (10 page)

“Sure, but why don’t you call him on his cell phone?” I asked curiously.

“I have, it keeps going straight to voicemail,” he sounded disappointed.

“Oh, when are you guys leaving?”

“In an hour.”

“In an hour? But Tilly just left my house.”

“I don’t know, I think I’m walking down the aisle this weekend. You know Tilly, everything is a surprise.” he chuckled.

“Well, it’s not the 24th as of yet. I think you were part of the process of making the invitations.” I giggled but he stood silent. “I do wish the both of you the best of luck, good bye Eddie, give Tilly a big kiss and hug from the both of us.”

“Good bye, tell my buddy I’m going to miss him,” he said sadly.

“I will, cheerio, right?” I giggled.

“Yeah, Honey nut…” he said laughing. We hung up and I almost felt as if Eddie didn’t want to leave. He seemed lost. As my New Year resolution, I needed to mind my business and move on. I didn’t ask any more questions and that’s where it ended.

     Michael came home late that night, slamming the door and throwing the mail on the kitchen table.

“Michael, is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just dropped my keys.” He walked over to me and gave me a kiss.

“Do you want dinner? I can heat it up.”

“No, not hungry, save it for tomorrow.” He said yawning.

“Okay… Listen, Tilly and Margaret were. Tilly and Eddie are leaving; I mean they should have left already. He said to tell you good bye and cheerio and all that good stuff.” I giggled but Michael was not amused.

“Wow, what a way to leave your best friend. He didn’t even call me.” he said irritated.

“He said he
did
call you on your cell but it went straight to voicemail.” I said puzzled by his annoyance.

“Defending him… are we?” he said sarcastically as he threw his suit jacket on the couch and flung his shoes off of his feet.

“What? Come on… he’s your best friend. What’s with you?”

“Exactly, so why is he calling you?” He seemed angry.

“Michael, give me a break, I’m going back to sleep.” I kissed him on his forehead goodnight and walked towards the bedroom.

Michael grabbed my hand and said,

“Come here, I’m not hungry for food.” He sat on the couch pulling me down.

“Michael, not now, I’m tired. You had a long day at work and I cooked for you and the girls.” I said shrugging him off. I walked away to the bedroom to lie down. He began to take his clothes off and went into to take a shower. I was so exhausted all I wanted to do was sleep.

“Jenesis,” I heard him say. He crawled underneath the sheets and began caressing my breasts. I rolled over towards him and said,

“Come on, Michael I’m tired, tomorrow, okay?” I said sleepily.

“No, come on, now, I want you… now.” he insisted.

He slid his hand between my legs turning me around and sunk his thick, hard erection into me. I was tight and it hurt. It was really uncomfortable, but I didn’t want to say anything to him. Then, I felt him pushing into me a little harder and I yelled,

“You’re hurting me!” I grabbed his arm tightly.

“Come on Jenesis, you know you like it like this. I’m just a little stressed out, baby. Please…I need you.” He slowed down and I turned to stare at his face.

“Michael, really? I told you, you’re hurting me?

“Let me finish, at least?” he demanded.

“No, what are doing? Are you crazy?” I shouted. He grabbed me by the waist and stood behind me lifting my ass towards him.

“You can’t deny your husband.” He whispered in my ear. “I’m almost done.” He held my arms together by my wrists, pulling them behind me. He pushed into me hard. I held my breath for a moment sucking up the pain that was shooting through my belly. I wasn’t turned on at all. So I faked my orgasm so he could get off of me as quickly as possible. He let go of my arms and flipped me on my back. I was shocked to see that dark, desperate stare in his eyes, and for a moment, it almost seemed as though he
hated
me. He pumped into me faster reaching his climax, letting out a low groan as he pushed harder in me as he came. The sweat dripped from the tip of his nose as he stood up, leaving me leaning on my elbows and my ass up in the air. He stood there shaking his semi-hard erection as he shook the last of his release on my ass. I felt ashamed as he smeared his come over my ass cheeks then smacked it hard. I jolted and sat up. It almost felt like I had just been raped by a stranger. I slid down on the mattress pulling the blanket over my body trying to sit in a dry spot on the bed. I watched him go into the bathroom, wrapped the blanket around me, and walked to the kitchen. I was trembling all over. I tried to swallow the ball in my throat but it didn’t work. The tears slowly ran down my face. I heard Michael get out of the bathroom. I waited until he walked into the bedroom to quickly walk over to the bathroom and lock the door behind me. I was shaking with anger. I rubbed my belly gently as I looked in the mirror. I didn’t recognize myself. I looked and felt like a victim, like the ones I visited when I worked for children’s services, not
his
wife. It was after midnight, and I was exhausted. I sat on the toilet bowl, crying silently, then I took a cup, filled it water from the sink, and began to wash myself with soap between my legs, too exhausted to take a shower. Michael knocked on the door and startled me. I dropped the cup of water on the floor.

“Are you coming to bed?” he asked softly.

“Yeah, in a minute,” I answered hesitantly.

I dried myself off with the towel and stood by the door inside of the bathroom. I was heartbroken, and I didn’t want to leave the bathroom. He knocked on the door again.

“What are you doing in there?”

“Nothing, I’m coming out.” I said as my voice trembled.

“You feel okay?”

“I was just cleaning up. I’m a little nauseous.” I walked to the bed and slipped under the covers. Michael stood by the bedroom door staring at me with pain in his eyes.
He finally realized he did something wrong
. He then climbed into bed with me. He stroked my hair with his fingers.

“I love you. I really needed you tonight. I had a rough day at work. You understand, right?” he said as he brushed his hands over my stomach. I grabbed his hands and pushed them away. “Why are you pushing me away?”
Why the hell did he think I was pushing him away? What’s wrong with him?

“I’m not. I’m just nauseous. Good night.” I whispered. Michael held on to my stomach the entire night stroking it gently after he forced me to have sex. I guess he
really
didn’t understand, but I did, and I was hurt…disappointed in him.

     I woke up the next morning, slowly opening my eyes and I noticed Michael was gone. My stomach cringed as I stared at his pillow. I felt unforgiving this morning. I got up to take a shower and the steaming hot hit me like a free body massage, softening all of my tense muscles in my aching body.  I closed my eyes and began to cry. I slid down the tiled wall into the tub and sat there. I felt lonely and disappointed with myself. I turned off the water, got up and wrapped a towel around and sat on the bed.

I decided to call Margaret.

“Margaret, can you come pick me up?” I said softly.

“Jen, what’s wrong? Are you crying?” Margaret asked.

“I feel sick.” I whispered.

“I’m coming.” she answered.

“I’ll be downstairs waiting for you.” I hung up and quickly got dressed. I looked at myself in the mirror and felt like a coward running away from Michael.  I walked into the living room and looked over at our wedding photo on the mantle of the fireplace. Then, I put on my coat and grabbed my pocketbook.

     I waited downstairs for Margaret in the lobby. I kept thinking about what happened last night. I saw Michael coming from around the corner so I quickly walked behind the building. I waited for him to go inside. I was looking for Margaret, and I saw her pulling up and I waved my arms at her so she could notice me. She rolled down the window and I said to her,

“Margaret, meet me at the back of the building.”

“Ok, what’s going on?” she asked.

“Please, just hurry?” I said frantically.

Margaret met me in the back and waved to me to get in.

“Jen, what the hell is going on?” Margaret asked worriedly.

“He hurt me last night and acted as if he didn’t care,” I said as my lips trembled.

“You mean he hit you?” she asked, surprised.

“Just drive, I don’t want to talk about it; drive to your house, please!” I said anxiously.

“Okay, okay,” she answered. Margaret drove off to her apartment. Dave met us downstairs in front of the building. Dave walked towards the car.

“Michael just called me he’s on his way” Dave said.

“What?” A feeling of panic set in my stomach.

“Jen, you need to talk about your problems not run away?” Dave said sternly.

“But you don’t know what happened, why would you say that?” I stared at Dave stunned.

“Dave, listen to Jen, Michael did something really bad to her, why are you defending him?” Margaret said furiously.

Michael pulled up in front of the apartment building. I didn’t even have a chance to get out of the car.

“Get out of the car!!” Michael yelled.

“Michael calm down.” Margaret said sternly.

“Jenesis, get the fuck out of the car, now!” he said as he banged on the window.

     He tried to open the door but Margaret locked it. He had this distraught look on his face that scared the hell out of me. She cracked open the window.

“Michael, stop it!” Margaret yelled out of the window and drove off leaving Michael standing on the sidewalk.

“Jen, what did he do?” she asked.

“He hurt me. He was rough during sex last night. I didn’t want to have sex, and he forced himself on me and it hurt.” I said as I began to weep.

    I flipped down the mirror to look at myself and wiped my tears then I turned to Margaret and said,

“My God! He’s so angry. Why? What did I do? He’s the one who forced himself on me!” My lips quivered as I tried to hold back my tears.

“Jen, I can’t believe he did that to you, that’s rape! And you’re pregnant. He should know better than that. I’m sorry but you have to face him. Don’t run away or he’ll do it again and won’t respect you. If he pulls that shit again, call the cops!” She shouted. She made a U-turn and went in the opposite direction.

“Who would believe me? And besides, I love him…I don’t want to hurt him. We’ve had rough sex before, and I liked it…but I’m pregnant, and I’m more sensitive…it hurts,” I said worriedly.

“Oh really? So, it’s okay for him to hurt you? No means no and that’s that! Married or not!” she said angrily. I shook my head and stared out of the window trying to push down the lump in my throat. My stomach was in knots and I just wanted to cry.

She drove me to my loft and unlocked the car door.

“Come on, let’s go upstairs, don’t be afraid,” she said.

“I want to walk up the stairs. I don’t want to get caught in the elevator with him.” I said nervously. She grabbed my hand and escorted me into the building. We walked up the stairs and suddenly I began to feel dizzy. My heart began to race, my palms were sweaty. I turned around to Margaret and reached out for her almost falling down the stairs.

“You’re having a panic attack.” She grabbed a hold of my waist and sat me on the step. “Sit, take a deep breath, and calm down.” She held my hand and stroked it gently with her thumb.

    I sat on the steps breath in deeply when suddenly I heard, “Jenesis! Jenesis!” Michael’s voice projecting through the hallway. I quickly stood and rushed up the stairs. The feeling of dizziness disappeared, and I became fearful enough to move as fast as I could. Margaret held my hand then grabbed my pocket book to get my keys. She was just as nervous as I was and when we reached the landing she dropped the keys on the floor.

“Hurry, open the door!” I shouted.

     As she went to pick up the keys, Michael stepped on them with his foot. She glanced up at Michael then stepped back.

“I’ll get it,” he said as calmly as he could. He was out of breath form running up the stairs at lightning speed. He glanced at me as he leaned over to pick up the keys up from the floor.

“Jen, are you ok? Why are you running?” he stared into my eyes, his look obscure and confused.

“Michael, open the door, right now!” Margaret said adamantly as she tapped her foot against the floor.

     Michael looked at Margaret as if he wanted to kill her. He opened the door. Margaret shoved Michael out of the way. She held me by the arm and sat me on the couch.

“Michael, what the hell is going on with you? She’s pregnant, PREGNANT!” Margaret yelled at the top of her lungs.

“Margaret, please, lower your voice. I know you’re upset, but…” he said graciously, almost like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

“Get some clothing Jen, you’re staying with me.” She walked me over to the bedroom and grabbed the overnight bag from my closet. I started to fill it up with undergarments and clothes.