How To Love

Chapter 1

Warning mentions of sensitive topic: sex acts and abuse

Once you get home you tell the boys they can stay at their friend's for the night. Then proceed to get as drunk as you can off tequila and wine mixed together.

"Y/n..... Babe.....! Where are you?" He enters the bedroom. Then walks into the bathroom seeing you drunk in the bathtub. You are holding his tie in one hand and a bottle in the other.

"I've been calling your phone. Where are the boys?" He then notices the tie in your hand. "Y/n why are you drinking in the bathtub?"

"The boys are at a friends house. Now get out!" He looks at you and rolls his eyes. He leaves for a bit then comes back again. "Leave me alone Jaylen."

"Explain to me.... Why my wife has my tie and she's drunk in the bathtub right now?"

"And let me ask you hypothetically where were you an hour ago?"

"At work. I had a meeting it ran a little later than I thought. But you know that already."

"Uhmmm so you weren't fucking my best friend? Hypothetically." You say and throw the tie at him. Taking another drink from the bottle.

"No I wasn't. I was at the office."

"Okay then let me ask you again. Maybe in words you understand." You stand up swaying a bit. "When did you start fucking my best friend?"

"Never I wasn't fucking her. You are fucking crazy." He starts walking out of the bathroom.

"Okay. When did she start fucking you then?" He smacks the bathroom door loudly and turns towards you.

"Y/n. I don't know what twisted dream you had but I didn't fuck your best friend. So calm the fuck down." You start laughing a bit and he looks at you.

"You did..... you wore this tie this morning. The tie I got you for our anniversary. A custom made tie with my favorite colors and initial on it. I fucking hate you." You start crying hysterically. He just stares at you.

"Thought you would've been a quarter of a fucking man. Instead I married a bitch......." Within seconds he is choking you and pins you against the wall. The bottle hitting the floor.

"Ohhh so I'm not man enough for you?" You claw at his hand. "Listen to me and listen good. I'm your husband. I provide for you while you chase this silly ass police dream of yours. Yet all you do is file stupid ass papers. You're my wife. I fuck you when I want and how I want but lately all you do is tell me no. Too tired my ass. You already know I always get what I want. So let's go back to a few weeks ago when you were on your knees as I fucked your face like the little obedient bitch you are." You break from him as air fills your lungs once again.

"Fuck you." He slaps you. You go to open your mouth again but he hits you again. A few more strikes and you sit on the floor in glass and liquor. "I want a divorce. You don't love me." He raises his hand causing you to flinch.

He laughs and looks at you below him on the floor.

"Then go you pathetic bitch. Tell me where do you have to go Y/n...? You are nothing without me. I provide for you. All you do is take care of my kids, spend my money, allow me to fuck you, and be a paper pusher." He grabs your face. "You can't leave me. So...." He starts unbuckling his pants. "You get to leave when I'm done using you."

Tears falling down your face he wipes a few away. "My little fuck toy. Am I clear?" You won't look at him and he squeezes your face forcing you to look at him. "Am I fucking clear Y/n?" You struggle with him and he slaps you again busting your lip this time. "I suggest you surrender."

You kick at him and he gets more pissed. Lifting you from the ground while choking you. He hits you a few more times then drops you again in the glass. Kicking you a few times.

"Clean this shit up. I want you on your fucking knees in our room in 20. Got it?" He asks as he stand over you.

You don't respond just coughing. Your body exhausted. He spits on you and walks out, but comes back.

"I hope you can out perform her. I didn't get to finish. Terrible pussy." He laughs and walks off again.

This wasn't the first time he put his hands on you. Nor will it be the last. But you are finally getting the career you wanted. This can be your fresh start. You are not his property. You don't belong to him. Even if he does call you his little fuck toy.

You lock the bathroom door. Getting back in the bathtub. Another bottle of tequila and wine again.

You just want the pain to stop. Drowning it seems like the best option.

"Y/n...." He tries the handle and realizes it locked. "Come out or I will break this got damn door. Do you hear me?" You drink more praying you black out and die from alcohol poisoning. At least before he gets to you.

"Y/n!" He starts aggressively twisting the handle. Then starts pushing at the door. "Y/n open the fucking door now!" He kicks it. "I swear to God you are a worthless slut." He keeps yelling degrading things through the door as he keeps hitting it.

"I will take every fucking door off the hinges in this got damn house you worthless whore ass bitch!" Your vision gets blurry.

Few minutes pass and he breaks the door open. Yanking you out of the tub. Without hesitation he's yanking your pants off.

"I'm going to teach you a good lesson." Without a doubt you pass out unconscious.

You see glimpse and moments of different things. Glimpse of him on top of you. Another of you laying at the bottom of the stairs. A group of people surrounding you. Then you are at the hospital.

Throughout your visit you hear him giving bullshit answers of what happened to you. The boys come visit and refuse to leave your side. Until Sunday early in the morning.

A nurse was in the room.

"How bad are my injuries?"

"Nothing critical. Your husband suggested we keep you because of your concussion. But you don't show any signs of a concussion or any brain damage. We were planning to discharge you......"

"Let me sign myself out. Someone else needs this bed more than me. Please."

"Ma'am I......"

"Please." You plead and she looks at you. You don't want her to speak on it but she knows. "I have my first day at the FBI tomorrow. I have to go."

"Okay. I'll be back shortly sweetheart." The nurse comes back with a doctor. They do a final checking of your vitals, and everything. Within 10 minutes you are being discharged. Bless her soul.

You take the stairs knowing he might take the elevator. You don't know when he'll return either. Back to old times.