Punishment

She laughed happily as she skipped down to his car that was waiting just at the gate. She was ignoring the fact her breath was visible in the cold morning air and that her bare legs was being attacked by the wind, it almost felt like people were stabbing her with knives.

Opening the door to the car, she leant in and took hold of his lips with hers. “Good morning, handsome. Did you miss me last night?” He smiled slowly as he kissed her back, his teeth harshly biting into her bottom lip - when she pulled away she could taste the bitter metallic taste of blood - before leaning over her and closing the door.
“More than you could imagine.” He whispered before pressing down the lock button and starting to speed down the road.

Gripping onto the door handle, she bit back tears as she realised that this was a scary moment. What the hell had made him go psycho on her? She looked over at him and could see the anger glinting in his eyes. “Harrison, what’s wrong?” She whispered in a pleading voice, her hand never leaving the door handle even though she knew it wouldn’t save her life.
“We’ll get to that.” He said coldly just staring blankly ahead. She let her tears fall now as she realised that she’d just walked into danger.

The car screeched to a halt at an unknown place and she found herself staring stiffly ahead, her hand was now glued to the handle with fear. He turned to look at her. “What was his name?”

She remained silent.

“What was his name!” He barked angrily taking hold of her shoulders and turning her so that they faced each other.
“What was who’s name!” She screamed back at him, trying to break free from his touch.
“That guy you was all over last night.” Something in her eyes faded and he knew she’d worked it out. He’d followed her. He’d been sat there watching her move sexily against the nameless guy. He’d watched her dance and laugh with another man. And he was now angry.
“I didn’t get his name…” She whispered looking down at his chest, not wanting to look at his eyes.

Afraid she’d see the betrayal.

“You danced with some man… So disgustingly it was almost as if watching sex… and you didn’t get his name?”
“I didn’t want to know his name. We were out having a good time!” She explained still refusing to look up. “We were there to forget about the ugliness our world has become.”
“Your world is ugly?”
“Yes…” She whispered then winced as his hand made contact with her cheek, making a loud slapping noise. She looked at him, her cheek reddening and tears stinging her eyes.
“I’m sorry you feel it is.”
“You don’t make it ugly. Oh, Harrison. You coming into my life has made me forget that they all hate me. That they all plan things behind my back… At night I just lay awake and wish that you was there holding me when I cried. I only want you. Not them.”

Her words cut him deep. Especially as he watched her cheek glow.

“You want to be a writer.”
“And to do that you need to be in touch with your emotions and realise what you feel.” She explained quickly. “And the only emotions I feel for you are love and adoration. I swear. I mean, at times I don’t even think I deserve you.”
“You don’t but I will never leave you.” He whispered. “Without me you are nothing.”

And she found herself nodding in agreement.