I slowly walked up the stairs of the resort tears in my eyes. I held my hand to my nose as it continuously bled. Justin doesn't love me. I'm starting to believe he never really has. If he did love me he wouldn't... Have done what he did. My body hurts, and aches. I don't know who he is.
There Justin stood a few feet away carrying our bags smiling away nodding 'hello' to the people we pass. Once we got inside I went over and slowly sat on the couch wincing at the pain. I took Justin's sweatshirt out of the bag I was carrying and held it to my nose. I rubbed my eyes hoping to take away some pain from them. Not working. Justin came over and smiled at me then frowned.
"Why the fuck are you using my sweatshirt?" He yelled. I was about to respond but he snatched it from me. "Come on stupid." I got up and followed him.
Once we got up to the room I began unpacking our clothes and putting them in drawers. I hope Justin doesn't stay like this. I want him to be a good person but, he just isn't. I don't know who I married anymore.
Justin came in the room and sat on the bed. "Look at me." Justin said. I ignored him and continued putting the clothes away.
"Lillian-NOW." I quickly turned around and looked at him. "Wh-what do you want.. J-Justin..?" I asked.
"Strip." My heart began beating fast. "No. No! Justin please don't make me." I pleaded. He giggled standing up.
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way. And we know what happens with one of the choices."
I closed my eyes and began taking my clothes off. It's gonna be okay. DO IT. Rosey. You'll survive. Remember what daddy says. I felt tears coming down my eyes remembering what my dad told me. It this really happening again? Why?
Once I was fully undressed I opened my eyes and looked at Justin.
"Come to daddy."