"Stop..stop," I beg.
"Elena, dear, you promised to be quiet," he whispers in my ear.
"James, please." A tear slips down my cheek.
"You're so beautiful," he mumbles, kissing along my jaw.
"You can walk away now, both of us can," I say.
"Now why would I do that? I have you right here, I'm. Never. Letting. You. Go."
.........
I jolt up in bed, breathing heavy. Reece sits up and rests his hand on my back.
"Bad memory?" He asks and I nod.
A couple tears slip down my face and Reece wipes them away, pulling me into his embrace.
"That's the second night I've had one," I state.
"Maybe you should talk to someone," Reece suggest.
"No, I can't do that. It was hard enough telling you and you are my husband," I say, shaking my head.
"I should have killed him that night."
"I don't want him here either, but you'd be in jail if I didn't stop you," I tell Reece.
"He hurt you, Elena, and he's still hurting you," Reece explains.
"Yes he is, but I got through it once. What's one more time?" I look down at my hands, I can get through this.
"You're a strong woman," Reece mumbles into my hair.
.........
I'm going into work with Reece, I'm too stressed to stay home. I'll worry about James all day, stressing more.
I shrug out of my coat, hanging it on the coat rack. I walk over to Reece's desk, leaning against it. He puts his pen down and leans back in his chair.
"You know I didn't have to come into today. I'll just have my secretary, Martha, email this all to me," Reece states.
"No, you need to do your work. I'm the silly one, I mean I'm too scared to stay home," I sigh.
"Hey, you are not silly for wanting to avoid being alone."
"But I shouldn't have to live in fear."
"No you shouldn't and you don't have too," he says, "look at me."
I look over at him and he tugs me into his lap.
"We'll get though this, together," he whispers in my ear.
"Promise?" I ask.
"Always."
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