“Good job, Drew. I’m proud of you, and I feel like we’ve made some progress today. I think that’s enough for one day. We’ll pick up here next week,” Deidra proposed. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to keep talking. I wanted to know.
Drew looked at me, realizing what he’d just said in front of me. He didn’t like it.
“Let’s go,” he ordered.
I followed Drew’s quick pace to the car. He was upset; he never walked in front of me. “Drew,” I softly tried, touching his arm.
“Don’t! You fucking happy? Is that what you needed to hear? You can look down on me now. You can take me off your fucking pedestal,” he yelled, jerking his arm away from my touch.
I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say anything. Drew got in the driver’s seat not opening my door and tapped the steering wheel with his fingers. I was afraid, really afraid for the first time in a long time. He drove like a crazy person, weaving in and out of traffic all the way home. We rode in silence with me being terrified of my husband and Drew pissed off at the world.
“What?” he answered Celeste through the car speaker.
“You on your way? We have a briefing, remember?”
“I’m not going. You go. You can handle it, can’t you, or do you need me to come and hold your fucking hand?”
“Drew,” I tried calming him. He shot me a look to shut up. I did.
“Damn, sure no problem. Call me when you get your shorts out of your ass.”
Drew hung up.
“Go upstairs,” Drew ordered, parking the car.
“No, Drew. You’re upset. I’m afraid to be alone with you.”
“You should be, and you don’t want to defy me right now,” he assured me through gritted teeth and a terrifying, hateful glare.
I didn’t want to go upstairs with him. I was afraid of what he would do.
Marta met us at the door with Nicholas. I took him from her and kissed his cheeks. He squealed, seeing Drew behind me. Drew didn’t even talk to him, he took him from my arms and handed him back to Marta.
“Take him,” he ordered, shoving me towards the stairs.
“Morgan?” she called after me.
“It’s fine. We’ll be down in a little bit.”
Drew answered his phone, stopping me at the bottom step. “Go upstairs and take your clothes off. I’ll be there as soon as I take this call,” he quietly ordered in my ear.
Of all times that I wanted to protest, this was it. I could put Drew in his place just like Celeste and Deidra did, but not now, not like this. I was afraid to defy him in his current state, knowing I’d only make it worse.
I sat naked on the bed, waiting for what seemed like hours for Drew to come and do what I knew he was going to do. It brought back a flood of emotions and memories. I used to hate waiting naked for Drew to come to me. What the hell was I doing? I didn’t have to deal with this. I could walk away with Nicky and never look back. Why couldn’t I do that? Why didn’t I just get up, get dressed, and take my baby out of there?
Because Drew had just opened up a new can of worms, that’s why. I’d just learned some pretty messed up shit about his upbringing. I felt sorry for him. He was hurting and needed to vent. I wish he could vent in other ways, like let me be there for him, tell him we were going to be okay, and make him feel secure. He wasn’t the type to do that, not yet anyway. Hopefully, Deidra would get us to that point, but right now Drew needed me to be somebody else. I would be that person for him. I could take the fucked up sex. I just hoped he didn’t feel the need to hit me.
“You like thinking about Celeste licking Alicia’s pussy?” Drew asked, slamming the door behind him. What the fuck? I wasn’t expecting that. That had been weeks ago. I hadn’t mentioned it at all. “Get up,” he demanded.
I stood, trying to feign a hurt look, wanting him to see what he was doing.
“Answer me. You like that, Morgan? Is that what your problem is? You want your pussy licked by Alicia, or is it Celeste?”
“No,” I quietly replied, taking the blow to the corner of my mouth. I could taste the blood before I saw it.
Drew grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled me to him. “You know I love you, don’t you, Morgan?” he asked, fighting with everything in him not to hurt me.
“Yes, it’s okay. We’re okay, Drew,” I tried soothing him.
He shoved me away from him, backhanding me again, and then again before throwing me to the bed. I was scared. I hadn’t seen Drew like this in a very long time. He wasn’t Drew at all. He was out of control. I screamed when his belt came down hard across my ass. After five very painful blows, I breathed a sigh of relief, hearing the belt hit the floor.