Little Red's Love ✔ #2

c h a p t e r - t h i r t y e i g h t

Everyone was frantic with their moves and moved with the pace of lightening. They knew what they needed to do without being told; they were to find Jessie and make sure she was alive or their life was on the line. For me, my life was on the line and I was going to face my consequences at the hand of Cole Matthews, the gang leader, not my husband.

Struggling to get out of his hold, I was dragged into the bedroom where we had come out from our encounter where I thought we could be in love with each other again. Things had quickly flipped over and my thoughts had become a dream again, but now they were much more violent and there was no remorse.

My heart dropped to my stomach as I replayed the scene in my head, both from what happened now and the actual incident. I remembered it all as much as I tried to push it to the back of my mind as hard as I could. The tears threatened to slip out because ti had been out in the open, told in front of everybody and I still didn't know how.

I shouted when I was pushed onto the bed, my ass just about landing on the bed. I grabbed onto the messy bed sheets and I pulled myself up, feeling the exhaustion crawl back into me again from everything faced today. I dared to look up at Cole, who had stood in front of me, glaring down at me.

If I said I didn't fear Cole, I had been lying. My mouth opened to explain to him, but he didn't want to listen to me as his hand clasped around my neck and pulled me up. His grip was tight, tight enough to make me lose oxygen but he didn't care. I scratched at his hand, but he didn't even flinch as his jaw clenched.

"My own fucking wife. The woman I love, saved countless times, came back for, tried to fucking kill me." Tears blurred my vision as I started becoming lightheaded. I yelped when he threw me onto the bed, discarding me and walking away. I took in huge amounts of oxygen again, trying to find my breathing to get back to normal.

"Was this before or after our so called divorce?" He question, looking back at me over his shoulder with his eyes narrowing at me. He didn't have an ounce of care in his face when he looked at me, no love, no remorse, just anger. Cole had every right to hate me, I had tried to kill my own husband and it was only now that things were beginning to sink in.

When I didn't answer him, he reached behind him and grabbed his gun and pointed it at me. I looked at him with bewildered eyes, scared that he was actually going to shoot me. He didn't lower the gun, kept it trained on me and we stood still in that scene. If anyone were to walk in, who knew what they were going to think.

"Answer the fucking question, Cora." My name sounded like acid coming out of his mouth, I flinched. I lowered my head, ashamed to repeat the events that occurred. "Did you try and kill me before or after the divorce. So help me God if you don't answer the question..." I raised my head, waiting for him to finish what he was going to say.

"It was the last night when we were together." My voice came out broken, defeated. I flushed red when I told him the truth, it was out in the open now. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to forget the memory of me getting the gun and..."I got the gun from your drawer and I watched you sleep for God knows how long.

"The gun was so heavy that night, but I didn't know what I was doing. I wasn't in the right state of mind Cole! I didn't know what to think. I was ready and prepared to give everything up for what I wanted to do with my life, but at the same time I was so...so angry! I was so angry that you just gave up on us." My selfish act burned me.

"I gave us up for you because you weren't fucking happy. You wanted more from me, things that you knew you couldn't have. You walked into this marriage knowing that I wouldn't be able to change everything, and knowing that, I fucking let you leave because I love you." His eyes ushered tears, his words gritting out through his teeth.