ESCAPE?

Laura's Pov.

I didn't know how long I had been sleeping after the therapeutic and abominable sex I had with my brother-in-law. All I knew was that the sky was blue when we started and now it is dark and black.

I rolled to both sides of the bed, with my eyes half closed, and finally settled on the left side. I reached for my phone and unlocked it, only to see missed calls from Ethan and Bella.

I hissed and placed the phone back under my pillow.

I wasn't ready to talk to anyone right now.

I was slowly rubbing my palm on my eyes for clear vision when I heard footsteps approaching the room.

Quickly, I covered my body with a duvet and pretended to fast asleep. Thank goodness I had my bath and changed my clothes before sleeping after the passionate sex with Alexander.

“Hi honey, I'm home,” I heard Ethan's voice ring into my ear from the doorway before he pushed the door open.

I heard his heavy footsteps as he stepped into the room, his perfume invading my nostrils.

“Dammit she is asleep,” he voiced.

I felt his weight on the bed as placed a cold kiss on my forehead. Struck by his unfamiliar act of affection, I slowly opened my eyes.

I was surprised because the last time he touched me lovingly was almost a year ago.

“I'm home baby,” he announced excitedly, pecking me repeatedly until I smiled at him.

“Welcome home,” I mumbled, giving him a brief smile.

“Don't act too surprised; you are still my feminine wife, you know,” He grinned.

I forced a smile and nodded. “How was work and how is mother?” I diverted the conversation, I didn't have the energy to entertain a conversation that reminded me of how much of a flavourless marriage I was in.

“She is good, I dropped her off at her residence.”

I let out a sigh of relief and leaned my back on the bed frame 

“Seen my brother today?” 

“No,” I lied sharply. “I haven't seen him after the family breakfast we had,” I added, leaving no sign of any suspicion.

“He is obviously resting,” he assumed.

“I think so too,” I added, exhaling tiredly. 

Ethan was pulling off his clothes when my phone suddenly rang out, disrupting the silence in the room.

I checked who to see the caller and I saw that it was Bella. She and my brother are the only people who call me regularly.

“Hey girl, tell me how's the fuck?” Her joyous voice resounded loudly from the phone speaker through the room.

Ethan's eyes widened in shock as he turned around to face me, his shirt halfway off his body. “Fuck?” he repeated, his voice low and disbelieving.

I quickly scrambled to come up with an excuse, but before I could say anything, Bella's voice came through the phone again.

"Girl, my ears are itching; I know you've got some juicy gist for me!” She spoke excitedly because she wouldn't be happy that her friend finally had sex after months of starvation?

Ethan's eyes narrowed, his face darkening with suspicion. “Who is that?” he demanded, his voice cold and hard.

I tried to play it cool, but I could feel my heart racing with anxiety. "It's just...uh...my friend" I stammered.

“Your friend? He pulled off his shirt from his body and walked over to where I was laying. “Your friend?” He repeated, wrapping his head around my jaw, and lifting my face up to look straight into my eyes.

“Yes, I mumbled, my eyes bulging out of its socket, as his grip got tighter.

“You are obviously fucking another man, and you…” he paused and moved his grip to my neck. “Tell me, who is fucking you ?” He asked, his voice dry and harsh.

I tried to struggle, to talk, but Ethan's grip on my neck was too tight. I couldn't breathe, couldn't speak. I felt my throat drying up as I tried to gasp for air.

“Who is it?” Ethan demanded again, his voice cold and menacing. "Tell me, who has been fucking you?"

I tried to shake my head, but Ethan's grip was too strong. I felt my vision starting to blur, my body going limp.

Just as I thought I was going to pass out, Ethan suddenly released his grip on my neck. I gasped for air, my lungs burning as I tried to catch my breath.

Ethan's eyes were blazing with anger, his face twisted in a snarl. “You whore! “You're going to tell me who it is," he spat, jealousy and anger flickered in his eyes.

“You get pleasure from a third party in this marriage; why are you so pained when I did the same thing?” I muttered, climbing down from the bed and staggering backwards, towards the door.

“You fuck other men too, don't you?” I questioned audaciously.

“And you are allowed to fuck only women too, but you fucked a fucking MAN!” He roared, his green veins shooting out from his neck. 

“Yes, I fucked a man because I wanted to feel a hard dick, not some man-made toy with no warmth and emotions!” I spat shamelessly, dabbing with tears rolling down my cheek with my wet palm.

The atmosphere thickened and the tension in the room grew palpably. 

From my tears-blurred vision, I could see Ethan’s face twisted in a snarl that made him look almost unrecognizable.

His fist clenched on both sides as he took a step close to me, his burning eyes fixed on mine, making me scared to death.

I took a step backwards too, my heart racing with fear. I wanted to run, to get away from him as fast as I could, but my feet felt too heavy to lift as if they were sucked to the floor.

Seeing him drawing closer with a dangerous gaze, I managed to stagger to the door. I grabbed the door handle and was about to twist it open and run for my dear life when a force pushed the door open from outside, revealing Alexandra 

“What is going on here?” He asked calmly, his eyes hovering around the room.