Evil Of Love

by Echeverria, N. L.

  I stayed in my car last night, just waiting for her to make her move. When I saw Thomas leaving the house this afternoon I followed. I had to see it for myself. The pictures weren’t enough. I had to see the woman I’m married to, the real person that I’ve been sharing my life with. She’s nothing, but a fucking slut. Another whimper comes from the passenger seat and I take a swing at her, landing the back of my hand to her nose. Blood instantly dripping out, but I don’t give a fuck. She’s going to learn she can’t betray me. She belongs to me and that will never change.

  “Please, Travis, I’m sorry,” she cries.

  “Do you not know how to shut up bitch?! Don’t say another word!”

  I hit my fist against the steering wheel, I didn’t have any of this planned out. I don’t know where I’m going or where I’m taking her. She has me so fucking pissed right now I can’t think.

  Finally I decide to head for the house. It’s a long drive, but it will give me time to decide what my next move will be. I turn up the hardcore heavy metal music to drown out her small whimpers. Whatever I decide to do I’ve got to make sure it’s going to stick with her forever. It’s got to scar her on the inside and out, so she won’t betray me again. I step on the pedal taking it up to eighty as I blast down the highway. I take a quick glance over at her, she’s faced toward the window, hand holding her nose, blood covering her clothes and not one piece of me feels sorry for her. All I can feel is pure disgust.

  ***

  I pull up to the house that I once saw as ours, as the home I bought for her. It’s nothing now. I want to burn the place. I know Thomas’ is in the guest house and with it being the distance that it is from the main house, he shouldn’t be able to hear us.

  “I’m taking you inside. I need you to keep your mouth shut. Do you understand?” I look over at her with warning. She nods in response, the blood now dried on her hand and arm. “Don’t scream and don’t try to run. We’re going to fix this, okay?”

  I get out of the car walking around to her side and helping her out, keeping a tight grip on her arm just in case. Her short dress riding up past her ass, I help her fix it by tugging it back down. “There, that’s better,” I whisper. I pull her up the front steps, unlocking the door and drag her inside. She pushes against me, whimpering a little, but overall I’m satisfied with the way she is obeying. She owes me that much.

  I walk her to the living room, placing her on the couch. “Don’t move a fucking inch or I swear to God I will slit your throat, Stephanie,” I growl and she nods in response, tears brimming her eyes and all it does is disgust me. She acts like I’m the one that went and had an affair on her, like I’m the one that betrayed her. I leave her there, quickly running to the kitchen to grab whatever I can find to tie her up. Some wire under the sink looks like it will work just fine.

  When I get back to the living room I find her still sitting where I left her. I grab her ankles, wrapping the wire around them tightly and twist it off. Then I move to her wrists tying them together behind her back. I step back admiring the view. She looks absolutely beautiful. The blood from her nose running down past her chin, blood stained dress that is so short if I get close enough I could probably smell her pussy. Arms and legs tied so tight I’m sure if she moves the wire will cut her delicate skin. She’s perfect like this. This is how she deserves to be; bound, damaged and utterly beautiful.

  Her red lips swollen and plump from my hard hit. I bend down to my knees, sitting in front of her, placing a kiss on each of her thighs and then on her lips as a sob escapes her. “Shhh,” I whisper, “everything will be fine. You’ve been a really bad girl, Steph, and you need to make this up to me. First though, I need to know everything.”

  “Travis,” she cries, “please, don’t do this. I love you. I’ll stay with you, I promise. Just don’t hurt me.”

  “Not the answer I was looking for, Stephanie!”

  I stand to my feet taking to the kitchen, grabbing one of our sharp knives out of the door. I keep it at my side as I return back to my kneeling position in front of her.

  “Travis, please,” she pleads as she eyes the small sharp knife in my hand. I can’t help, but smirk. After everything she still doesn’t get it.

  “I asked you a question, Stephanie, and you didn’t answer, therefore you will be punished,” I plainly state as I pull the knife up, dragging it along her thigh.

  “Okay, Travis, I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you everything! Please!!” she cries out, begging me to stop, and all it does is fuel my anger. She has no idea what she’s in for tonight. With a quick slash I break the skin on her left thigh and watch as the blood pools up and drips down the inside of her leg. She instantly cries out in agony.

  “Travis!!” she wails. “What do you want to know?!”

  “Everything! Why don’t you start with who that mother fucker is?!”

  “His name’s Eric. I know him from high school. He was my boyfriend for a couple years before I moved out of my parents’ house. I never saw him again after that, until…” she stutters between sobs.

  “Until?” I question, rubbing the knife along her leg, admiring the slow dripping blood.

  “Until, I ran into him this summer at the market. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this Travis! I swear. I didn’t plan any of this. It just happened.”

  “What do you mean it just happened? He just happened to get his dick inside of you? Tell me Stephanie, how is that not something that you mean to do?” I yell feeling nauseous from the thought of her fucking him, of her naked straddled on top of him, ridding him. Before she can answer me the rage takes over, I grab her neck, squeezing and slash her other thigh. This time deeper and she cries out against my tight grip, struggling for a breath.

  “You better toughen up, gorgeous. This is only the beginning,” I whisper through gritted teeth.

  Chapter Thirty One

  Stephanie

  My legs burning, my nose throbbing and the thought of what else is to come has my whole body shaking uncontrollably. The tears don’t stop streaming from my eyes. The room is spinning and I want so badly for all of this to be over. Every time I try to move my hands or feet the wire digs deeper and I can feel it cutting my skin.

  “What do you want from me?” I exhale feeling defeated.

  “I want you to suffer,” he growls and the words vibrate through me like lightning striking. “I want you to realize you are mine and every decision you make has consequences,” he whispers in my ear and I can feel the knife rubbing against my arm. “When I’m done with you, you won’t even look at another man.”

  I drop my head in defeat. I have to get through this. I have to get out of here, away from him. The sound of the front door swinging open has him jumping to his feet and running to the entrance. I look up towards the direction of the entryway with hope.

  “Stephanie!” I hear Eric call out my name.

  “Eric!” I yell back, but I can’t see either of them.

  “This is my house! My wife, you mother fucker!” Travis hollers and then crashing comes from the hallway followed by grunting and I can hear them hitting against the walls.

  Finally after what feels like forever, Eric comes running around the corner still dressed only in the shorts he was fighting in.

  “Fuck, Steph, I’m so sorry. What the fuck did he do to you?”

  “I’m okay, Eric,” I exclaim through cries. “Where’s Travis?” I ask fear returning and I look around as if he’s going to come charging.

  “Marcus has ahold of him. He isn’t going anywhere. I called the police on my way here,” he says as he untwists the wire from my ankles and the relief is overwhelming as he removes it.

  “How did you know he brought me here?”

  “I wasn’t sure. I didn’t know anywhere else he would go so I came straight here.”

  He helps me to my feet, untying the wire from my wrists and as soon as they are free I throw my arms around his neck and sob into his chest.

  The sobs don’t stop
even when I hear the police cars outside. Eventually I get myself under control, in complete shock of what I just experienced, what I was about to experience if Eric hadn’t shown up when he did.

  The ambulance cleaned up the cuts on my legs and bandaged them. Thomas apologized I don’t know how many times for not hearing my screams and being there to help me. The paramedic told me I would need stiches on both the cuts. My nose wasn’t broken, just badly bruised. It’ll probably be sore for a while they explained. Eric didn’t leave my side the whole time and they handcuffed Travis and when they placed him in the back of the patrol car a piece of me felt guilty. I can’t help but feel sorry for him. He could have been a better man; with everything he’s built for himself; with everything I was willing to give to him he used all of it. He used me, manipulated me. I shake my head at the thought.

  “Baby, it’s okay. He will never be able to hurt you again,” Eric leans in whispering in my ear.

  “I love you,” I exclaim.

  “I love you too, baby.”

  We spend the next few hours at the hospital. Marcus already took a cab home to his wife after riding with Eric to the hospital. The nurses cleaning me up, the doctor examining my nose, stitching the two large gashes in my legs and once I’m ready to go I spend another hour speaking with the police. Even after Eric insists that they come out tomorrow and let me go home, they continue with their questioning.

  “Are you willing to give these statements in the court of law?” One of the officers with the short black hair asks.

  “Anything to be able to be free of him,” I state.

  “If you have questions for us here is our card, otherwise we’ll be in touch,” he replies handing me his card and finally we’re free to leave. Thank God because the pain killers are really kicking my ass.

  “You look exhausted,” Eric observes as we leave the hospital, me limping from my recent gashes, but Eric more than helps me out to his truck easily. “Let’s get a hotel for tonight. We’ll drive to our new place in the morning,” he concludes as we drive off down the highway.

  “Eric?” I whisper trying to stay awake till we get to the hotel.

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “Did you win the fight?”

  “Don’t worry about that, Steph. The fight doesn’t matter. What matters to me is you.”

  “Just tell me, Eric. Did you win?”

  “No. He knocked me out.”

  I sigh, disappointed that Travis ruined that for him; angry that the issues I have in my life caused him to lose the fight. All because he was looking out for me.

  “I can challenge him again another time. Losing my first fight will bring a lot of publicity, especially if I challenge him again. Don’t worry about my fighting. It will all work out.”

  He turns the truck pulling into a hotel and the bright light from the sign causes me to close my eyes. He parks the truck and comes around to my side.

  “I can wait in here while you get the room,” I whisper, wanting to fall asleep in the truck.

  “I’m never leaving you behind again, especially not like this.”

  He lifts me out, placing my arm around his neck and carries me into the lobby of the hotel. Only placing me on my feet long enough to pay for a room and get the key then picks me right back up and carries me all the way to the room. Once I’m lying on the soft warm mattress with Eric’s arms wrapped around me I close my eyes and drift into a safe comforting sleep. One that I haven’t had in a long time.

  ***

  I wake up in a panic, sweat covering my body and images of Travis’ expression as he took the knife and cut into my leg haunting me. The sounds of my cries ringing in my ears and the words that he said to me repeating in my mind. I look behind me and find Eric sleeping soundly and find comfort in his peaceful body. Carefully I turn to lie towards him, but the pain from the cuts shoot through my legs. The painkillers have worn off. I turn back reaching for his night stand where a glass halfway filled with water and my bottle of pills sit from last night. Gently, so not to wake Eric and not to strain my legs I reach for the bottle of painkillers. Twisting and popping the bottle open, I grab two.

  “You okay?” Eric’s tired voice sounds behind me.

  “I think the pills wore off so I’m taking a couple more to help me sleep.”

  “Let me help you with that,” he insists, climbing out of bed and grabbing my glass of water. He hands it to me, helping me sit up.

  “Was it the pain that woke you?” he asks.

  “Just a bad dream. I’ll be fine.”

  “Come here,” he instructs, lying behind me again and gently pulling me into him so that my back is to his chest and his arms are again holding me tightly. “I don’t ever want you to worry, Stephanie. Try to get some rest. We have a long drive ahead of us.”

  I close my eyes, embracing the warmth that is radiating from his body and slowly drift back to sleep.

  Chapter Thirty Two

  Two Days Later

  Finally, after sitting in that pickup for endless hours and spending another night in a hotel we pull into the parking lot of our new home and shock runs through me.

  “I thought you were getting another condo!” I exclaim.

  “I wanted you to have your own home. One that you can feel safe in. Marcus helped me find this place,” he replies, nonchalantly.

  “Eric… you are incredible!” I squeak with joy at the beautifully quaint home that sits in front of us. “It’s perfect!” I exclaim as tears build in the corners of my eyes making it hard for me to see.

  “It’s nothing like the home you had, but it’s yours.”

  I jump to his side of the truck, still cautious of my cuts, straddling him, pressing my lips to his. Kissing his cheeks, neck and back to his mouth. “I love you so much, Eric Sutherland. I don’t deserve you.”

  He grabs my cheeks in his hands, our noses only inches apart. “You deserve the world, Stephanie Wilcox. Now, let’s go see the inside.”

  I open his door with excitement, still sore from the stitches, so he helps me off his lap and places me on the driveway below. Hand in hand we walk up to the front door that leads to our new life. To my new life. He pulls out the key and swings open the heavy oak door.

  We walk through the beautiful home. It’s cozy and warm and gives me a feeling that no home has ever given me before; welcoming. One that is filled with love and security. Standing in the center of the open living room I wrap my arms around his neck and he pulls me in by my hips. Our bodies pressed together as one.

  “Thank you, Eric,” I whisper and he tilts his head to the side in confusion.

  “For what?” he asks.

  “For loving me,” I state and pull him in for a kiss.

  “How could I not love you, Steph?” he whispers in my ear, trailing kisses up my neck and reaching my lips. He licks my bottom lip until I part my mouth, letting him take it in his. Reluctantly I pull back slightly.

  “We should get our stuff inside. I still have a lot of things to sort out.”

  He nods in understanding, releasing the grip he had around me. “You rest and I’ll grab our things. I don’t want you ripping any of those stiches out,” he instructs and I sigh in defeat.

  The home is already fully furnished so I take to the large tan couch and lay down. I have so many things to get done and the first on my list is to get rid of the name Barnes and become Stephanie Wilcox again. I would love to take on Sutherland, but I know that would be too much to ask of Eric right now and too soon for me.

  Once the few bags that we have are loaded into the house Eric takes a seat at the end of the couch placing my feet on his lap.

  “What now?” I ask.

  “Anything you want,” he moans as his hand sneaks up the middle of my thigh. Oh, how I will never get tired of this.

  The End

  About The Author

  There are many versions of ME. I'm a wife of an amazingly supportive husband, a mother of three beautiful boys that inspire me every day, a
friend, a dedicated worker always looking to succeed, an author with characters and stories always on my mind and then there is Me. The woman that loves to stay up late and sleep in, takes ten minutes every morning before the kids are up to sit and have a quiet cup of coffee. The woman that loves staying up late with a good book and getting lost in the words. Enjoying a glass of wine with dinner to wind down from my long days. A person who is still a girl at heart, loving to smile, laugh and have fun whenever the opportunity arises. My favorite place is the beach because nothing is more peaceful then listening to the sounds of the ocean against the shore. This is all a part of who I am and I LOVE being me!

  Look for Fallen Desire book one and New Beginning book two in the Fallen Desire Series ~ now on Amazon and Barnes and Noble

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  Risen ~ Book three in the Fallen Desire Series

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