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freya could hear vincent stomping down the hall. she was trapped in the kitchen so all she could do was hope he forgot she was in the house. so such luck. his form filled the doorway. it amused him that his wife was cowering against the bench.

'so tell me again what that bitch told you freya.'

vincent smirked.

'don't get cute with me. i know you went to see your sister the other day. i want to know what bullshit she's been filling your head with.'

when vincent stepped inside the kitchen, freya tried to back up but she had nowhere to go. when he grabbed her arm, the look on her face was one of utter terror. her skin squeezed beneath his fingers turned white.

'you're not going anywhere until i find out.'

vincent wasn't one for playing games. he let freya go and when she tried to stand up straight, he let fly with a backhander that sent her sprawling onto the tiles. he stood over her.

'don't play games with me. i'm not in the fucking mood for your bullshit. i know she said something to you. tell em or so help me god......'

vincent didn't finish his threat cause the phone rang. he swore and went into the living room. he grabbed the phone and ripped it out of the wall. freya thought this was as good as chance as any to get out of there. but as she tried to get past vincent he reched out and grabbed her hair throwing her into a chair. she sat there staring at this man she thought she loved. he squatted down in front of the chair and rested his hands on freya's thighs. his touch excited and repulsed her at the same time. as she felt his hands move higher, freya knew she was in deep trouble.she was no match for vincent. he always used sex to get what he wanted. and she knew if she let him he'd do it here now.

'i've got all day baby.'

'she must have told you why'

freya closed her eyes as she felt vincent's hand between her legs. she moved them together to stop it's advance. vincent squeezed her thigh until she opened her legs again.

'come on you don't want me to hurt you do you? i know something is wrong freya, you haven't let me near you since you went to see her.'

vincent was leaning in very close to freya now, he spoke softly near her ear.

'come on baby tell what she said. you need to tell me otherwise i can't defend myself.'

when vincent kissed her neck, freya thought she was going to throw up. she went with it just so he wouldn't hit her again.

vincent looked into freya's eyes to see if she was telling the truth. not that it especially mattered to him.

'you know she'd say anything to bad mouth me you know that right?

vincent continued kissing his wife.

she wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. certainly not the most conducive atmosphere for making love to your husband. she pushed vincent away from her. still holding his hand, freya stood up and led him to the bedroom. as she pulled her dress up over her head, freya wondered if she could pull this off. she doubted vincent would even notice her reticence. sure she'd made love to her husband countless times, but this time was different. she had to make vincent believe that she wanted this and that she trusted him. right now she despised her husband more than she ever had. then why was she here? why didn't she just say, 'fuck you vincent' and walk out the door? vincent would never allow her to do that. he'd beat her senseless and then say it was her fault. that she made him do it. vincent spoke, jolting freya out of her delusion.

'you didn't say you believed me freya'

oh yeah that didn't sound fake..much

vincent looked at freya for an instance. it gave him a hard on intimidating her. so it didn't much matter if he believed her or not. he could deal with that later. making love to his wife, if you could call it that, was something that gave vincent absolute pleasure. she was so scared of him that she let him do practically anything he wanted. thoughts of anna filled his head as he ran his tongue down his wife's body.he'd like to fuck that bitch. she probably needs a good lay. doubt that prissy photographer boyfriend of hers ever gave it to her good. it didn't take long for vincent to come after he entered his wife. something that freya was thankful for today. when he'd finished, vincent slapped freya's arse and retreated to the bathroom for his usual post coital piss. freya lay on the bed curled into a ball. when vincent returned he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his body. he continued kissing her shoulders and back. when he said he loved her, freya felt a wave of revulsion rise in her stomach. his hand rested on her breast and remained there until he fell asleep. freya heard the subtle change in his breathing and cautiously removed herself from his grasp. she grabbed her dress off the floor and went into the bathroom. looking at herself in the mirror, freya saw nothing. she hardly recognised the person looking back at her. she wanted to have a shower and wash his smell from her. but the urge to get the hell out of there override any thoughts of cleanliness right now. briefly she stood at the doorway of the bedroom and noted the pig asleep in his own filth.
later standing under the stream of hot water in a dingy motel by the highway, it all came down of her. freya slid to the floor like a rag doll and cried. the water washing away any love she had felt for vincent. she had left her husband. she had chose to believe his word over that of her sister, who had never lied to her. and now she was alone. no husband. no sister. and no idea what the fuck she was going to do.

i turned away towards where the phones were. i should call him to make sure. as i opened the door, i felt a hand on my shoulder. i turned and smiled when i saw it johnny.

'you weren't gonna stand me up were you anna?'

'i'm never on time anna. i think that's something you should known about me.'

johnny smiled.

'let's go somewhere where we can talk. somewhere with a bit less sunlight.'