Page 5 of Remy

Chapter 4

Tianna

I met with the wedding planners today. I picked out the best one I thought would do us justice. She seemed great. She seemed like she knew what she was talking about, and we already started on some of the plans. It was perfect. Everything is going to be perfect.

I stretch out a little as I sit on the couch. My body aches in good ways from what Brad did to me last night. I smile and raise my fingers to my lips I remember the dream I had. It was different than the other dreams. Usually, there are more men than one in my dreams. There are multiple. And Brad sits back and watches it all unfold. It makes me wonder why I have those kinds of dreams. What do they mean? Obviously, that isn’t something I would do in real life. Maybe it’s just my mind wandering.

Then there’s Remy. My Remy. He isn’t really mine, though, is he? I run to him. I always run to him, and I can’t seem to stop. When things with Brad get hard, I turn to Remy.

The door opens, and Brad walks in, looking as mad as ever. It’s the days like this that throw me off, that make me regret being with him. I know how this goes. I know what happens when he’s angry and starts to drink.

Brad stumbles his way into the kitchen, letting me know he’s already started. I stand from the couch and head for the stairs, ready to hide out in the bedroom, when he walks over and cuts me off, beer in hand.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” he asks as he takes a long pull from his bottle.

“Upstairs. I was going to take a shower,” I lie to him. He eyes me up and down before shaking his head.

“No, you weren’t. You’re avoiding me.”

“Why would I do that?” I ask as I step up another step, trying to get as much distance between the two of us as possible.

“Because you don’t like me like this,” he slurs, pointing the bottle at his chest.

“I always like you, Brad.”

“Not like this, you don’t. You can’t lie to me, Tianna. I can tell by the look in your eyes.”

“What look?” Before the words even leave my mouth, the bottle has been discarded to the floor and his hand has wrapped up in my hair. He jerks me backward, causing me to stumble and slam into his chest.

“You like when I get rough with you, don’t you?”

“Please, Brad. Let’s not do this today,” I nearly beg him.

“Do what? Fuck my fiancé? Oh, I’m going to fuck you so good,” he says, his breath smelling of liquor. I try to slide away, but he runs his tongue up my cheek, and the thought of vomiting hits hard.

“Not like this, Brad.”

“Like what?”

“You’re drunk. Let’s just go upstairs and rest,” I tell him. No, I nearly plead with him. He just chuckles and tugs harder as he pulls me up the steps. I try to keep up with him as my scalp screams in pain.

Once we’re at the top of the stairs, he shoves me against the wall and yanks my shorts down my legs. I don’t have time to respond before he bends me over and thrusts his cock into my ass. Pain rips through my body as I cry out, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t stop. He never stops.

Tears fall down my cheeks as I try to block out the pain. There’s no use. This is what he does to me. He uses me, and I let him. Why? Because I love him, and he has a hold over me. One I can’t get away from. One that I can’t get back. Just thinking about causes sobs to rip from my throat. I can’t do this. How much can I endure to keep her safe?

I shake my head, trying to force her out of my mind, but I can’t. I can’t do it. She was … she was my everything. He stole that from me. He ripped her away from me, and now I’m alone and at his beck and call. How can I love him? I ask myself that question every day. How can I love a who has taken so much from me? How can I love a man who stole from me? I don’t have answers. Maybe it isn’t love at all. Maybe it’s just the way I cope with things.

I feel the bile as it rushes up my throat. I try to swallow it back down as pain rips through my body. Tears stream down my cheeks as he does what he wants to me. After what seems like forever, I hear him grunting and groaning. Finally, he’s finished. He pulls out of me, and my knees nearly buckle. Then I hear it. The sound of his belt being pulled from the loops of his pants. You can almost hear it as it whips through the air and smacks against my flesh. One. Two. Three times. I scream from the painbefore I hear it drop to the floor. Then Brad stumbles his way to the bedroom as I follow behind him. My body aches. It hurts, but there’s nothing I can do about it right now. Instead, I walk into the bathroom and clean myself up before taking my pills and climbing into the bed next to his drunken body. He snores lightly, and I think he’s asleep until I pull the blankets over myself and he speaks.

“Be a good girl, and I’ll let you see her this weekend.” His words wrap around a part of my heart and hold on tightly. That’s all the hope I have left. He holds my fate in his hands, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

Chapter 5

Remy

“Remy, someone’s here for you,” Hodge calls out to me. I hit the punching bag a few more times before I turn, grabbing my towel to wipe my face on as I walk out of the room and down the hall. Sweat trickles down my temples as I make my way into the main room. That’s when I saw her. Tianna stands there wringing her hands together in front of her, looking anywhere but at me.

I walk closer, and her eyes finally find mine, a soft smile tugging across her face. She isn’t happy, though. I can see it in her eyes.

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