Page 158 of One Nightstand With My Ex's Uncle

EMILY’S POV.

“Stop.” I said, my voice ringing with terror, as I tried to push him away.

“Stop? You must be kidding me. I’ve been holding back for so long. Do you know how much I’ve wanted to hold you?” His hand pushed back my hair to land on my cheeks. Even his touch made cold waves rise in my chest. Cold waves embodying terror.

“John. I’m not married to you anymore. We have separate lives to live.” I said, swatting his hand from my face, staring at him with all the boldness I could muster.

“Separate?” He asked, with raised brows.

“I won’t let you touch me.” I said, venomously.

“I’d love to see you try.” He said, dragging my arm.

“John, stop! Are you going to stoop this low!? Stop it!” I cried, trying to fight against me. He pushed me to the bed, and I tried to run, feeling my heart beat right in my throat. It felt like it wanted to burst out.

Before I could make it down to the floor, he dragged my hair, and I screamed, trying to pull his hand away. He straddled me, and began to take off his shirt, while I cried, hitting him, and squirming, trying to get away from him.

“You’ll realize just how much you missed me. Just you wait.” He said, breathlessly, wrenching off his shirt.

I desperately scratched at him, but he hit my face, surprising me.

“John! Stop this insanity!” I screamed trying to rise, as he pulled out his belt.

“Will you cooperate? Or we go the rough way?”

“You need to give this a thought!” I shouted.

“If I gave things second thoughts, then I wouldn’t have come this far.”

“Wait. Please, just leave me. Haven’t you done enough?” I cried, and his hand came down on my T-shirt, ripping it into two.

I screamed, as he ruthlessly, took off the clothes. My brassiere followed next, and that was when I knew there was no avoiding it. Everything about him disgusted me, but all I could do was cry.

Then and there, John sexually assaulted me.

~

Walking on the streets I had longed to walk on was finally granted me by John.

He had forcefully slept with me, and it went on for hours.

He didn’t hesitate to use violence, and whacked me across the face, each time I tried to frustrate him with silence.

The sound of me screaming and crying, seemed to excite him all the more.

He had violated every part of me, and as if the feel of his hands on my skin wasn’t enough, there were marks. He had dug his nails into my skin, with every burst of pleasure he had.

At that point, even the hoodie I wore as I walked out on the colorful night streets wasn’t enough for the cold I felt within me.

Why didn’t I run? Why didn’t I find Lucas? You might ask, but the three men in black suits following closely behind me wouldn’t even let me walk into a restroom.

Days passed by, and John did however he liked with me. He told me I was the only woman he could have, and so day and night, he slept with me. Wounding me with each session.

He’d watch lots of crazy, and violent pornographic videos, just to try them on me, and hear me cry.

Every morning, I was forced to hear him badmouth Lucas, and spew hateful words towards everyone he knew.

The mirth in the house I died. The kids weren’t there to laugh, the maids didn’t involve in any chitchat, and Lucas and I weren’t there, talking and laughing late at night in the kitchen, with cups of tea.

~

I walked to my window three weeks after Lucas had gone. Everyday had been miserable, and it felt like a year had gone by.

Scrolling through the numerous photos we had taken, I realized how happy I had been, and it felt too surreal. The fact that happiness had come easily with Lucas. Since he was gone, the days were too hard, and the nights were too long.

Headache had become a constant friend. Once more, even though I knew it would be futile, I dialed his number. On and on, I tapped on his name, wishing there’d be some kind of miracle that would suddenly make the call connect.

His phone was always off.

“Emily!” I heard, and looked down. There was Sadie and Jude. “Emily.” Sadie called, waving madly, and I smiled, waving back down at her.

“We made a fanfiction of you and Lucas. Check it out.” Jude said, throwing a drawing book up. It took a few tries before the book finally hit me in the face.

“Sorry!” Sadie shouted, giggling.

“We have to go now. We’ll be back.” Jude said, waving, and I nodded, watching them leave.

I looked at the book, and opened it, smiling at the drawings.

The man who was supposedly Lucas showed up at a door, and a female came out in the next page. She had the same long brown waves, flowing down her head. They embraced, and in the next page, he suddenly fished out a gun.

I burst out laughing, as in the next page, there was a man, who was definitely John with a hole in his head. They had drawn the hole quite well.

Then, they drew me and Lucas getting married.

I watched their drawing for a while, wondering if the day would ever come. If Lucas would ever return.

Then I received a call. It was from Dahlia.

I smiled.

She and the kids were the ones who kept the little trace of joy in me going.

“How are you today, Emily?”

“Better than yesterday.”

“Really? Anything good happen?”

“Just read a really weird, yet satisfying fanfic made by two little friends of mine. John gets a hole blasted into his skull at the end.” I replied, and she laughed.

“I’m guessing Sadie wrote that?”

“With Jude. They drew it. I’m quite sure she suggested the gun part though, and Jude suggested the marriage.”

“Well, I’m glad…” She was saying, but she suddenly screamed.

“Dahlia?” I called, getting to my feet. There came a really loud sound from the background, and I heard the sound of cars honking, and people talking in hushed tones.

“Call Nine-one-one!” I heard someone shout, and my heart dropped a hundred feet.

“Dahlia!”