(Bella)
"You were a whore Bella and you're still a whore. Jezz, what was I thinking?" Dean lashes out angrily as he threw pictures of me around the room.
I haven't seen Dean this angry, it scares me to the pit of my stomach.
"I swear, Dean. This is all a lie, a mistake, a conspiracy," I wail, on my knees as I beg him to listen to me just this once.
"Shut the fuckk up, Bella. I'm done listening to you," he seethes. "My mom was right all along, a pig will always remain a pig," he spits the words out, like venom, unfiltered.
My heart aches hearing those harsh words from him.
Tears stream down my cheeks as I sobbed, but those tears doesn't move Dean, not anymore.
My once loving husband, who stood his ground that I was his soulmate, who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, against his family.
He didn't care about their opinion of me.
A stripper, an exotic dancer but none of that mattered to Dean. He loved me and married me against all odds.
"You still crave that life. Don't you?" He fumes, charging towards me, eyes blood shot.
"Hot shot Bella, great body, every man's spec. You left that life behind just because I married you and not because you really want to, right?" He spat.
I shake my head fervently. "No, Dean. I called it quit because I loved you," I say, amidst sobs.
"You know nothing about love, Bella." He says, his voice thick with emotion. "If you loved me, you won't betray me like this. You wouldn't fuckk around, not one, not two, not fucking three, Bella. You're a pig," he yells at me, for the very first time.
Where's Dean, the sweet man I married?
"Please, Dean. Listen to me. I'd never do that to you. I love you, please believe me." I cried out.
He chuckles maniacally. "If anyone had told me you'd hurt me like this. After everything I sacrificed to be with you." He says and paused.
"Wasn't I good in bed? Didn't I spoil you enough? What the hell did those fuckers give you that I couldn't?," he grips my hand, and when I stare into his eyes, I saw how much he was hurting, how much he believed all those lies, how much he's not willing to listen.
I shake my head in tears. "No one has ever touched me since I met you, Dean. It's the truth,"
He chuckles, a bitter, amused one. "You're a pathetic liar and even worse, you're a pretender. You stand there and still lie to my face?" He spats, infuriated.
If I didn't know Dean well enough, I'd be scared of him hitting me. But Dean is nothing like that and it breaks my heart that after two years of marriage he still doesn't trust me enough.
But then again, looking at this pictures.. I'm lost for words. There's more to this, more than neither me nor Dean knows.
I'm as shocked as he is…
How the hell did this pictures come about?
Dean lets go of my hand and walks over to the drawer, as I wince from the impact of his harsh grip.
He comes right back with a container, and my eyes strayed.
He threw it at me. "You never wanted to get pregnant, you didn't want to ruin your perfect body, you never wanted to carry my child," he says, his voice a thick coating of hurt.
I pick the container up, wide-eyed. Birth control pills.
How the hell did this get into this room?
"Look…. Look, Dean," I stutter. "I didn't know how this got here, I swear. Of course I want to have your child,"
He stares at me in disbelief. "Liar!" he yells. "You're a pathetic Liar, Bella. What was I thinking? Getting you out of that shit hole, hoping for your redemption?," he snorts. "I was stupid, falling for someone like you. You're meant for the streets Bella, and that's where you'd always be," he snickers.
I can hardly grasp a breath, it feels like my heart is being rippled apart.
My once perfect marriage just turned into a nightmare in a snap of a finger.
Who did I offend?
Dean runs his hand through his hair frustratingly as he pace up and down while I cry my eyes out.
He let me cry, something he's never done before. I've never had to shed a tear since I met Dean.
If there's anything like perfection, that would be Dean.
A man I met and my life changed for the better.
Ashley would always say that I bashed myself a trophy and wished to have a man like him. Indeed Dean is a trophy, a trophy in a man.
And now all of that sweetness is about going down the drain.
Dean cast me a once over glance, more like a death stare and walks to our closet. Pulling my clothes and throwing them out.
I panicked. God, I'm finished.
"Dea— Dean what are you doing?" I stuttered, moving closer, a teary mess.
He turns, fixing me with a scary look. "Just like trash, Bella. I'm throwing you out. I'm done, you know this a deal breaker for me. I can't even look at you, you disgust me," he spat as he continued throwing my clothes out.
"No, Dean. Let's talk this out. You can't possibly do this, where do I go from where?"
He turns again, a taunted smirk on his face. "Oh, you know exactly where to go. A slut like yourself can't be stranded. Just take some few bucks from them niggas and let them fuck you. That's what you're best at anyways,"
"Stop it, Dean!" I breathed out, another round of tears came flooding down my cheeks. "You promised never to use my past against me,"
"And never have I!" He yells back. "But then you just showed me that's who you truly are. A fucking slut, a filthy one at that,"
"Please, Dean," I pleaded again, tired.
"Go back to the streets, that's where you belong." He fumes. "Get out of my life and never come back. I'm done,"
I crawl to him, holding his legs. "Please, Dean. Don't throw away the beautiful life we had,"
He pulls his leg away forcefully and I fell. "I don't want to get back here and meet you," he spat, his eyes filled with disgust.
"My attorney will send the divorce papers across. Don't ma
ke a fuss, just sign it for your own good," he spat, and with that he picks his car keys and storms off.
(Bella)My heart bleeds as I watch Dean storm off.He's asking for a divorce, just like that?How did we get here?How did my life turn into a living nightmare in one day?Those pictures, I mutter reaching out to them and picking them up one after the other.Four different men that I've never seen.It looks so real but I don't remember coming in contact with any of this men, not in my past and definitely not now.Something is fishy but I can't seem to place my hand on what it is.Whoever is behind this, just wants to break me and Dean apart.But I won't let them."No," the word slips out of my mouth. "I won't give up on us just like that, I'm going to fight for my man, my marriage, what I have with Dean is worth fighting for,." I say, my voice firm as I dust myself up.How do I go about it?Dean is so angry, I doubt if he'd ever listen to what I have to say.I need someone that can talk to Dean.But who?His mother?I scoff at myself. Judy is the last person I should think of.She has
(Bella)The doorbell rings and jars me awake. I fling my eyes open, pulling myself up from the couch.My back hurts..Just then I realize it's the next day and I had slept off on the couch waiting for Dean.This only means one thing, Dean didn't come home last night.The very first day he's sleeping out.My eyes hurts as fresh tears stride down my cheeks but the doorbell rings again, this time continuously.I spring up. It could be Dean.Quickly I move over to the door, and swing it open.My breath catches in my throat. It's not Dean.Judy, Elena and an older man. And then when she shifts, I spot Ashley standing right behind.Before I could process what's going on, Judy pushes me aside, striding in like the queen of England. Elena, Dean's aunt, gives me a horrific look as she walks in.And then the man and Ashley came in.Ashley casts me a weird look as she brushes past me.I step in. "What are you doing here, the both of you?" I'm forced to ask, as much as I'm exhausted, I can't let
(Bella)I shove the papers on the table and Judy picks it up, her hand running through the papers in excitement.A smile crosses her face as he mutters. "Finally," she turns to Ashley and Elena, giving them a knowing smile and then back to me."Alright. Let's wrap it up real quick. Go in there and pack your things. The buyers are waiting, hurry up Bella," she spat, crossing her legs and relaxing into the couch.I stare at her, all of them, sobbing my eyes out.Where do I go from here?My life has been centered around Dean. I drag my feet upstairs, each step feels heavier than the last. My heart torn apart as I packed my clothes, glancing around the house I'd started to set up as my forever home.The one I'd build a family with Dean and live happily ever after. Fresh tears came pouring out, my eyes feels so heavy, my chest too tight to breathe.Once done packing my personal stuff, I sit on the bed, thinking of where to go.I really do not want to bother Derrick but he'd be so mad if I
(Dean)"That's enough Dean!" Ethan says as he drags the glass away from me, eyebrows raised."You're only hurting yourself. Drinking won't solve anything," he retorts. "You need to go home and at least hear Bella out,"I chuckle bitterly. "And listen to more lies?" I blurted out. "Those pictures are all the proof I needed. She's a slut, Ethan."Ethan shakes his head. "This is quite confusing. Bella loves you, I'm sure.""Pretense, all pretense, man. She deceived me into believing that. But truth is, she still craves her old life, she wants to be out there fucking them dudes. She's on birth control, didn't want to ruin her perfect shape," I snap."My mother, Aunt Elena, they were right after all. Bella is a filthy slut, no redemption.""You're drunk, Dean. We need to get you home," Ethan says, skipping right past my tantrums.I scoff. "Home?" I laugh. "That's no home. She disgusts me, I can't even stand her," my phone insistently buzzes in my pocket, again, and again.I pull it out, an
(Dean)"That's enough Dean!" Ethan says as he drags the glass away from me, eyebrows raised."You're only hurting yourself. Drinking won't solve anything," he retorts. "You need to go home and at least hear Bella out,"I chuckle bitterly. "And listen to more lies?" I blurted out. "Those pictures are all the proof I needed. She's a slut, Ethan."Ethan shakes his head. "This is quite confusing. Bella loves you, I'm sure.""Pretense, all pretense, man. She deceived me into believing that. But truth is, she still craves her old life, she wants to be out there fucking them dudes. She's on birth control, didn't want to ruin her perfect shape," I snap."My mother, Aunt Elena, they were right after all. Bella is a filthy slut, no redemption.""You're drunk, Dean. We need to get you home," Ethan says, skipping right past my tantrums.I scoff. "Home?" I laugh. "That's no home. She disgusts me, I can't even stand her," my phone insistently buzzes in my pocket, again, and again.I pull it out, an
(Bella)I shove the papers on the table and Judy picks it up, her hand running through the papers in excitement.A smile crosses her face as he mutters. "Finally," she turns to Ashley and Elena, giving them a knowing smile and then back to me."Alright. Let's wrap it up real quick. Go in there and pack your things. The buyers are waiting, hurry up Bella," she spat, crossing her legs and relaxing into the couch.I stare at her, all of them, sobbing my eyes out.Where do I go from here?My life has been centered around Dean. I drag my feet upstairs, each step feels heavier than the last. My heart torn apart as I packed my clothes, glancing around the house I'd started to set up as my forever home.The one I'd build a family with Dean and live happily ever after. Fresh tears came pouring out, my eyes feels so heavy, my chest too tight to breathe.Once done packing my personal stuff, I sit on the bed, thinking of where to go.I really do not want to bother Derrick but he'd be so mad if I
(Bella)The doorbell rings and jars me awake. I fling my eyes open, pulling myself up from the couch.My back hurts..Just then I realize it's the next day and I had slept off on the couch waiting for Dean.This only means one thing, Dean didn't come home last night.The very first day he's sleeping out.My eyes hurts as fresh tears stride down my cheeks but the doorbell rings again, this time continuously.I spring up. It could be Dean.Quickly I move over to the door, and swing it open.My breath catches in my throat. It's not Dean.Judy, Elena and an older man. And then when she shifts, I spot Ashley standing right behind.Before I could process what's going on, Judy pushes me aside, striding in like the queen of England. Elena, Dean's aunt, gives me a horrific look as she walks in.And then the man and Ashley came in.Ashley casts me a weird look as she brushes past me.I step in. "What are you doing here, the both of you?" I'm forced to ask, as much as I'm exhausted, I can't let
(Bella)My heart bleeds as I watch Dean storm off.He's asking for a divorce, just like that?How did we get here?How did my life turn into a living nightmare in one day?Those pictures, I mutter reaching out to them and picking them up one after the other.Four different men that I've never seen.It looks so real but I don't remember coming in contact with any of this men, not in my past and definitely not now.Something is fishy but I can't seem to place my hand on what it is.Whoever is behind this, just wants to break me and Dean apart.But I won't let them."No," the word slips out of my mouth. "I won't give up on us just like that, I'm going to fight for my man, my marriage, what I have with Dean is worth fighting for,." I say, my voice firm as I dust myself up.How do I go about it?Dean is so angry, I doubt if he'd ever listen to what I have to say.I need someone that can talk to Dean.But who?His mother?I scoff at myself. Judy is the last person I should think of.She has
(Bella)"You were a whore Bella and you're still a whore. Jezz, what was I thinking?" Dean lashes out angrily as he threw pictures of me around the room.I haven't seen Dean this angry, it scares me to the pit of my stomach."I swear, Dean. This is all a lie, a mistake, a conspiracy," I wail, on my knees as I beg him to listen to me just this once."Shut the fuckk up, Bella. I'm done listening to you," he seethes. "My mom was right all along, a pig will always remain a pig," he spits the words out, like venom, unfiltered.My heart aches hearing those harsh words from him.Tears stream down my cheeks as I sobbed, but those tears doesn't move Dean, not anymore.My once loving husband, who stood his ground that I was his soulmate, who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, against his family.He didn't care about their opinion of me.A stripper, an exotic dancer but none of that mattered to Dean. He loved me and married me against all odds."You still crave that life. Don't you?"