Chapter 8

Trigger Warning: Sexual Abuse

I found myself standing in the middle of the hotel room, with Philip's back facing me. We stood there in silence. None of us bothered to talk. I don't even know what to say at this point. He still seemed to be in a bad mood and I don't want to deal with that right now.

I mean, what am I supposed to say? Do I need to explain myself to him? Why? He doesn't seem to care for me in the first place so why should I bother?

"Who is he?" Finally, she cut off the ear-piercing silence that surrounded us. I opened my mouth to explain to him what really happened but I can’t seem to form any words. It felt like I lost the ability to think of what to say. What is wrong with me?

"Tell me, Jessica, how long have you known each other? How close have you two become for you to let him kiss you? Answer me!" He shouted and I nearly jumped because I was shocked. How long have we known each other? 'We just met three hours ago,' I answered in my mind.

"Philip," That's just what I managed to say. He just looked at me. His face seemed dark, and he looked like she could pop a vein anytime. 

"Tell me, Jessica Amelia, did he sleep with you already? Huh?!" He asked and I was really surprised by this time. Is that how he sees me? A girl who sleeps with anyone she meets? How dare he! 

"If I answer you 'yes', what will you do? What can you do?" I won't show him how intimidated I am of him. I'll show him that I can keep up to his level and that I won't just give up and give into what he wants. I have to fight back.

His face darkened even more, if that was even possible and his jaw clenched. Even if I'm really frightened by him right now, I won't let him see it. I returned that dark and cold stare he's giving me.

"Dammit!" His voice echoed around the room, followed by the sound of the wall that met his fist. It caused me to close my eyes, to say that I was terrified was an understatement. He tried resisting the pain that I know he got after punching the wall but I can see blood dripping down his knuckles that says differently. He made his way over to me and held me by my arm, tight. I tried to remove his hold from me but it was no use since he's much stronger than me. 

"Philip, let go of me. You're hurting me."

"I told you that you are mine. And I don't share what's mine." He said in a cold yet firm tone.

“I am not for you or anyone else to own!” I said and still tried my best to get away from him but he only gripped my arm tighter. “I am not your property!"

"You're my wife now. And that means I own you. You’re my property.” He said, a devilish smirk evident on his lips. “Everything that you had was mine. Even your body." And he pushed me down on the couch. What is he planning to do to me? Philip then started to unbuckle his belt. 'No, Lord, please.' I mentally pleaded in my mind since I had a feeling of what might happen next. 

"You're mine..." He said before pressing his lips on mine roughly. His kisses were rough, unlike the last time. Looks like he's punishing me for what I did. And I can’t help but think of the worst thing that could happen to me.

"Philip, no, please." I pleaded when he started kissing my neck. I felt him suck on it and I had to stop myself from moaning since I don't want him to get the satisfaction he wants. I still tried to get out of his grasp but I can't. He’s really strong.

"Have mercy on me, please." I can feel the tears streaming down my face. He quickly tore the shirt I was wearing in half. I still tried to fight back but because of how strong he is and how weak I'm getting; I couldn't push him away. He held my arms up to my head and pinned them there as his lips traveled down the valley of my breasts. 

What am I going to do? I'm really afraid of him.

"Don't do this, please..." I pleaded again. But he doesn't seem to hear me as his lips continued to travel down my stomach. My body's shaking. I'm terrified of what might happen next. 

He really is the devil.

I'm hurt physically and mentally. I didn't fight back anymore. I just let him do what he wanted but I still tried to beg for him to stop but he won't listen.

"You're mine," His voice was raspy and deep. He started to remove the pants he's wearing. Now, this is my chance to push him away. But when I tried, I couldn't do it. I can't feel my body anymore. I lost all my strength. 'Why now?' I asked myself.

"Why Philip?" I sobbed. 'Why are you doing this to me? What have I done?' Those were the things I wanted to say. 

But instead, I said, "I hate you..."

He stopped undoing his pants and he slowly looked up to meet my eyes. Anger was still visible in his eyes. Again, tears started to fall from my eyes and his expression changed after seeing them fall. He seemed like he just got back to his old self.

"I hate you, Philip Edwards," I said sharply. I looked straight into his eyes. "You're a devil."

"I didn't---damn it..." He closed his eyes tightly as he tried to pull his hair out of frustration. I have to admit, this is the very first time that I saw him like this. Maybe if the situation was normal, I'd probably smile because of how he's acting. But right now, the situation wasn't normal. Far from it actually. I'm was mad at him and the feeling grew onto something more than that.

He stood up and I quickly inched myself at the couch, hugging my body. I sobbed; this is all too much. "Don't cry please," He said as she slowly crouched down to be level with me. "Jessica," The way he said my name seemed like it was full of care and compassion. 

He moved closer and enveloped me in a hug. "Shhh, stop crying..." His voice turned soft and calm, much like the voice of an angel; it was soothing. I slowly looked up and saw him looking straight back at me. 

This Philip was different from the person I was with a few minutes ago. We've been married for a year and I thought that I knew everything about him, but no. I don't even know who he really is. Who are you, Philip?

"I'm sorry..." That's what I last heard before I lost consciousness.