Post by Melissa on Aug 18, 2006 16:21:06 GMT -5
Chapter 2
A hour and a half passed by, as Marlena sat in her car staring at the wedding ring
that clung to her slender finger. As she got lost in the glimmer of the diamonds,
her mind travelled to a place that she never wanted to return to again. She
closed her eyes as the pain of that evening burned a hole in her heart. The
moans of John and Kate having sex, forever tormented her mind and soul. Then
suddenly Roman on top of her, pushing himself back and forth into her, flashed
through her mind. She tried to shake off the image, but it only came back to
haunt her even more than before. She shut her eyes as she could almost feel his
hands roughly grab her breasts and suck them, leaving an undesirable feeling in
her soul. He had pumped her body almost as if she were his own personal pillow.
She remembered his moans, his sweat, his unsatisfying thrusts. Her skin began to
crawl as she thought how little that night actually meant to her. In fact she only
went through with it because she had known that John and Kate were doing the
exact same thing. How she regretted that night and how it made her feel even
lower than she would have ever allowed herself to get. Her cell phone tore the
silence, as the blaring ring pulled her from her nightmare. She leaned over to get
her cell phone from the purse, glancing at the caller ID, and quickly noticing it
was John. She didn't want to answer it, knowing that he was probably already
pissed off that she had broken the news of two bad situations already… and now
she was a half hour late on top of that. She ignored it, letting her voicemail take
over. She slowly exited her car, as she made her way to the elevator that was
waiting to take her on up to her unwanted and dreaded destination. The ride up
was slowly agonizing as she fidgeted with her ring on her hand. The ding sound
snapped her out of her trance as she realized that she was on her floor. She
walked out and baby-stepped her way to the door, placing her key into the slot.
Before she could turn it, the door flew open, as John asked where she had been.
She stared at John with an angry look, as she walked past him and placed her
purse down on the desk. John turned around and glanced at her as she ignored
him.
"Did you hear me?... answer me dammit!" John yelled, causing Marlena to turn
around and yell back.
"I don't have to respond to you... you don't own me... you never did and you
never will!" Marlena snapped as she grabbed his keys and threw them at him.
"Get out of my house...NOW!" She screamed angrily.
"I'm not going anywhere, honey, until you explain to me exactly what
happened... word for word!" John said, as got in her face. Marlena backed up just
a little and she put her head down.
"You don't want to know the truth John... it will only hurt more," she said softly as
her eyes once again began to fill with tears.
John grabbed her wrist as he pulled her close to him. "I want to know everything!"
"Let go of me! Get your hands off me." She said with aggravation .
"That’s what you should have said to Roman. Tell me... did you say that? While he
put his dick inside you...did you tell him to stop… did you tell him you belonged to
someone else?" John’s words were wild, as his anger got the best of him. He
pinned Marlena to the nearby wall, as he put his hand under her suit coat and
grabbed her pussy.
"Stop John..." Marlena yelled as she tried to push his hands away, only for him to
pin her again. He grabbed her roughly as he whispered in her ear.
"Tell me Marlena, did you say I love you.. fuck me? Did he ride this all night long?
Did you like it? This and you… belong to me! I own your body, your breasts, your
pussy, your ass... I own it all!" John spat as he ripped open her suit coat and
grabbed her breasts roughly. Marlena managed to get one free hand and she
slapped him across his face.
"Get the fuck off me... get out John..." Marlena cried as she attempted to try to
cover herself up with her torn jacket.
John came to his senses, as he held his face and he backed up a bit. He looked
at her softly, whispering that he was sorry. He slowly walked over to her and he
laid a gentle hand on her jacket. She quickly swatted him away, but again he
placed his hand on her coat and tried to cover her up.
"I had no right. I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you... I love you, God knows I do,"
John said, as tears fell from his eyes. He watched his wife cry her heart out.
"I want the divorce John. We can't go on like this… I don't think we can ever be
the same again," she said as she turned her head away.
"Then maybe this might help..." he said, as he dropped his suit coat on the floor
and began unbuttoning his shirt.
A hour and a half passed by, as Marlena sat in her car staring at the wedding ring
that clung to her slender finger. As she got lost in the glimmer of the diamonds,
her mind travelled to a place that she never wanted to return to again. She
closed her eyes as the pain of that evening burned a hole in her heart. The
moans of John and Kate having sex, forever tormented her mind and soul. Then
suddenly Roman on top of her, pushing himself back and forth into her, flashed
through her mind. She tried to shake off the image, but it only came back to
haunt her even more than before. She shut her eyes as she could almost feel his
hands roughly grab her breasts and suck them, leaving an undesirable feeling in
her soul. He had pumped her body almost as if she were his own personal pillow.
She remembered his moans, his sweat, his unsatisfying thrusts. Her skin began to
crawl as she thought how little that night actually meant to her. In fact she only
went through with it because she had known that John and Kate were doing the
exact same thing. How she regretted that night and how it made her feel even
lower than she would have ever allowed herself to get. Her cell phone tore the
silence, as the blaring ring pulled her from her nightmare. She leaned over to get
her cell phone from the purse, glancing at the caller ID, and quickly noticing it
was John. She didn't want to answer it, knowing that he was probably already
pissed off that she had broken the news of two bad situations already… and now
she was a half hour late on top of that. She ignored it, letting her voicemail take
over. She slowly exited her car, as she made her way to the elevator that was
waiting to take her on up to her unwanted and dreaded destination. The ride up
was slowly agonizing as she fidgeted with her ring on her hand. The ding sound
snapped her out of her trance as she realized that she was on her floor. She
walked out and baby-stepped her way to the door, placing her key into the slot.
Before she could turn it, the door flew open, as John asked where she had been.
She stared at John with an angry look, as she walked past him and placed her
purse down on the desk. John turned around and glanced at her as she ignored
him.
"Did you hear me?... answer me dammit!" John yelled, causing Marlena to turn
around and yell back.
"I don't have to respond to you... you don't own me... you never did and you
never will!" Marlena snapped as she grabbed his keys and threw them at him.
"Get out of my house...NOW!" She screamed angrily.
"I'm not going anywhere, honey, until you explain to me exactly what
happened... word for word!" John said, as got in her face. Marlena backed up just
a little and she put her head down.
"You don't want to know the truth John... it will only hurt more," she said softly as
her eyes once again began to fill with tears.
John grabbed her wrist as he pulled her close to him. "I want to know everything!"
"Let go of me! Get your hands off me." She said with aggravation .
"That’s what you should have said to Roman. Tell me... did you say that? While he
put his dick inside you...did you tell him to stop… did you tell him you belonged to
someone else?" John’s words were wild, as his anger got the best of him. He
pinned Marlena to the nearby wall, as he put his hand under her suit coat and
grabbed her pussy.
"Stop John..." Marlena yelled as she tried to push his hands away, only for him to
pin her again. He grabbed her roughly as he whispered in her ear.
"Tell me Marlena, did you say I love you.. fuck me? Did he ride this all night long?
Did you like it? This and you… belong to me! I own your body, your breasts, your
pussy, your ass... I own it all!" John spat as he ripped open her suit coat and
grabbed her breasts roughly. Marlena managed to get one free hand and she
slapped him across his face.
"Get the fuck off me... get out John..." Marlena cried as she attempted to try to
cover herself up with her torn jacket.
John came to his senses, as he held his face and he backed up a bit. He looked
at her softly, whispering that he was sorry. He slowly walked over to her and he
laid a gentle hand on her jacket. She quickly swatted him away, but again he
placed his hand on her coat and tried to cover her up.
"I had no right. I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you... I love you, God knows I do,"
John said, as tears fell from his eyes. He watched his wife cry her heart out.
"I want the divorce John. We can't go on like this… I don't think we can ever be
the same again," she said as she turned her head away.
"Then maybe this might help..." he said, as he dropped his suit coat on the floor
and began unbuttoning his shirt.