SCREAMIN’ in Pain
By Cynthia Pegram
COPYRIGHT
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Includes Index:
ISBN-10:1522-995080
ISBN-13:978-1522-995081
Copyright © 2015 Cynthia Pegram, All Rights Reserved.
Second Edition
This one is for everyone who gave me strength and patience to write this. Happy reading!
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
First, I want to thank my handsome husband, Dan. He has been so encouraging and supportive with me while writing this book. Thank you for all your patience. You really gave me help.
Next, I want to thank Cindy. You have seriously helped with so much. Without you, this would not have been written. I look forward to writing the next one.
Lastly, I want to thank all my family and friends for telling me I could do this. I love you all.
TABLE OF CONTENT
COPYRIGHT
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
Chapter 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 33
PROLOGUE
I lay in bed thinking about how my life used to be.
When I was in college, my boyfriend Hugh and I were totally in love. He worshiped me, thinking I was the most beautiful women in the world. He made me laugh, cherishing me. We went out a lot, always having fun. He supported me, always being there for me.
I was going to school to become a business associate. He helped me to study, always telling me to follow my dreams. He could not wait for me to get out in the business world. Hugh thought I would be a success.
We dated for four years when he asked me to marry him. We married right out of college.
We had a real big fancy wedding. My best friend since high school, Heather, was my maid of honor. Her husband, Randy, was Hugh’s best man.
I knew he had secrets. At the time that was okay with me. I trusted him with my life.
Things were good in the beginning, except the last few years have been a living hell. I wish I could redo my decisions in my past, but I cannot.
I have tried to find my happiness, what is best for me. It is so hard. I find myself drowning. Sinking in sorrow - in pain.
I am not sure what to do. Until I figure it out, I have to live this life of hell.
CHAPTER 1
How can this be happening to me? What did I do wrong in my life to deserve this? I stare in the bathroom mirror looking at my black eye.
Throughout life, I wanted someone to love me. I wanted to have fun. Instead, I was shy, quiet.
I never did wrong to anyone! My parents had raised me right. They died years ago in a car accident.
I am going on twenty years of marriage to a man I met in college. The last few years have not been great.
My husband, Hugh A. Coleman, is a part owner of a big bank. His job gives him a lot of responsibility. Too much responsibly, and with that comes stress. He gets abusive when he is this way. Which, seems all the time now!
It seems like I can no longer do anything right. Like I can no longer make him happy.
“Kristy, come here honey.”
I shake my head thinking how he can be so mean to me then turn around and act as if nothing has happened.
Hugh is tall, short brown hair, brown eyes, very muscular also hot as hell.
Hearing his voice brings me back to here and now. I hate so much to hear his voice!
Walking away, I sigh going into the dining room with him.
“Yes,” I grumble when I see him.
“Come sit down, I made dinner.”
I sit as he places a plate in front of me. It holds a chicken breast, corn with a green salad. I eat although I really do not want to.
When we finished the meal, Mandy, our housekeeper, comes in getting our plates.
Hugh gets up to make us a drink. He places the glass in front of me retaking his seat at the head of the table.
“Kristy, again you are making me explain myself. You do not ever ask me questions about what I am doing. If it is about work or my personal affairs. I make the money. You do what I tell you. Nothing more nothing less.”
I cannot believe this prick! Who the fuck does he think he is? Sometimes he makes me so sick!
“Hugh, I am your wife! You came home with lipstick on your shirt. You smelled like perfume. All I did was ask who she was. You told me none of my business then gave me a black eye.”
“That is my point exactly. I told you never question me.” He takes my hand standing me up.
“Now, come do your wifely duty.” He leads me into my room. Sadly enough we do not even share a bedroom.
We get undressed getting into bed. He lays me flat, grabs his dick to jack off. He does this when he is mad at me. Like he is trying to punish me. Please, I do not want him near me!
As he gets closer to cumming, he lays on top of me. He shoves his dick into my pussy. He starts to fuck me.
I lay there lifeless, as always wishing I were somewhere else or with someone else. How I hate this man! Years ago, we were happy but now that seems like a lifetime ago. I wish it could be that way for us again. On the other hand, for us to already be divorced!
Once I tried to leave him, he beat me worse than he beat any of the earlier times before. It is just so hard for me to wrap my mind around how much this man has changed.
A long time ago, he would make me laugh. Made me feel like everything. Not anymore, now he barely looks at me. He treats me like shit.
Hugh pumps me a few more times before he cums. I am so glad he is finished. I do not like his touch anymore!
He gets off me starting to leave my room. He has his hand on the door handle, “you should really start working out longer at the gym. You are getting heavy.” He closes the door leaving.
What the fuck ever, asswipe. I am five nine and weighing one thirty. I have dark hair, and I am attractive! I roll over crying.
My days are pretty much the same, same boring routine. Sleep until nine, coffee with yogurt for breakfast, and a long run on the beach, followed by a trip to the gym. I would go home shower, doing my hair and makeup. Head to Heather’s for a beer and conversation. I always get home before Hugh did. I do not want to give him any reason to be pissed at me. Over the last year, Hugh has been pissed when I was with her. He does not like her or her husband Randy.
Randy and Hugh were friends although; they did not get along well. A few years
ago, they quit talking to each other. Heather told me it was because Randy found out about the abuse. I guess he had abused girlfriends in the past before me. Probably even his girlfriend now!
Now, I have to hide to see, Heather. He hates me being around her. He pretty much hates her! However, the feeling is mutual.
Hugh never once laid a hand on me while we were dating. Once we got married sometimes. Now it seems like he is hitting me all the time. How am I going to get out of this?
The weekend belongs to, Hugh. I do what he says. Only what he says! Half the time I feel like he has someone watching me. Maybe it is just my mind. I would not be surprised he is so controlling. He would do something like that!
The next morning I get up taking my coffee outside to the back deck. We live in Ocean Shores, Washington. I love to sit on the deck staring into the ocean. That is so relaxing to me. I feel at peace. For whatever reason, the water calms me.
It’s Saturday so Hugh is off work today. He comes out to the deck to see me, “remember we have that office party tonight. Wear that simple black dress!”
Which one I thought. Hugh loves black. He would never let me wear anything sexy. The dress he is referring to is silk, pullover, coming almost to my knee. It makes me look like a prude.
His phone starts to ring. Stepping inside, he is gone for a while. I take in a deep breath inhaling the air. I am trying to calm my nerves.
“I have to go into the office. I will be back later.” He tells me as he comes back to the door.
I know he is going to see his girlfriend. One day I will find out who she is. I hate that he does this to me. All in good time, I will face him.
I get up going back to bed. I am sick to my stomach, so emotionally drained.
I wake up to Hugh slamming the bedroom door, “get the fuck up, cunt!”
What is his problem now? I jump up as he comes over to me, slapping me across the face. I start to cry. Having no idea what I did!
“Shut up, bitch.” I cannot figure out what I did wrong this time.
“Did you go shopping this week?” He yells at me with his fist shaking.
I look at him in disbelief, “I bought you a birthday present.” His birthday is Friday. I thought I was doing something nice. I really do not know why I even bother though!
“I told you under no circumstances are you to spend my money without my permission! That means even a present. Besides, I already know what you are giving me.”
I look at him closely. Yep, he is drunk. He comes home drunk more often than not.
“You don’t work you, lazy bitch.” I am now crying hard.
“Hugh, really? You won’t let me work.” He makes a fist then punches me in the side of my face. Holding my face in my hands, I fall to the bed.
“You stupid bitch, now I am going to have to tell my staff you are at home sick. There is no way in hell you are going out in public now.”
I try hard to quit crying, except I cannot. He stands over me as if he wants to hit me again. I curl up into a ball.
“What the fuck, Kristy. Why do you make me angry?” He slams my bedroom door leaving. I lay there in my bed as always crying until I fall back to sleep.
After Hugh gets ready for his work party, he comes into my room. It must have been about six in the evening.
“Baby, I am sorry.”
He goes to rub my hair except, I flinch. I have no idea if he will hit me again or not!
“I keep telling you all you have to do is listen. I think you like me to hit you. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t act this way.” He bends down kissing me. I feel his lips on mine although I refuse to kiss him back.
“You have slept most of the day, you have hardly eaten. I have to leave in a little while. Why don’t you go get something to eat?” He goes back into his bedroom.
I get up from my bed to go into the kitchen. Sitting at the breakfast bar, I make myself a whiskey and water. He thinks I am getting fat yet he wants me to eat. Make up your mind, asswipe!
Thirty minutes later Hugh comes down. He looks good in his suit and tie.
He bends down to give me a kiss goodbye, standing in his stupid command stance! His body rigid feet put together, one finger pointing into my face! He has the other hand on his waist. He looks like a total asshole!
“Don’t do anything tonight. Do not go over to Heather’s or call her. Take the night to decide if you are going to act the way I want you to!”
I shake my head up and down. This will be the first time Hugh has gone to his party without me. I always have to be there!
“Kristy, if you ever try to leave me again I will hunt you down. I will kill you!”
I look at him knowing he is serious. Once I did try to leave. I was going to go stay at his mom’s house. His parents wanted me out bad. I had just pulled in their driveway when he showed up. He grabbed me throwing my head in the side of the car. He punched me in the face. Throwing me in my car, he made me follow him home. I should have left then except he told me he would never do it again. Yes . . . I believed him!
“Thank goodness his ass is gone,” I say aloud to myself. I have another drink waiting for an hour before I call, Heather. I want to make sure he will not come back. I make one more drink and I take that one to my room.
I get my phone out and call, Heather, “Hey Heather, what are you guys doing?”
Heather is tall, long blonde hair, blue eyes, slender, and beautiful. We have been friends since high school. It is funny how sometimes she thinks she is my mom. Always telling me what to do.
“Just watching TV. Why are you calling me at night? Is Hugh gone?”
She already knows that Hugh would never leave me home alone, especially for a work thing. He has to look like the loving husband. Which, he is not!
“Yes, he went to that party.”
She let out a big sigh, “did you get into a fight? He never leaves you alone.”
“Yes, he is crazy!” I start to exclaim.
Heather starts to scream at Randy, “Honey, we need to go get Kris now!”
Randy, her husband, is tall, dark skin, black hair, brown eyes and very handsome. He definitely worships the ground Heather walks on! They have been together for a long time and still get along great. I envy them. I wish it were I!
“Kristy, what is going on?” Randy takes the phone from Heather. He always likes to hear what is happening from me.
Randy is calm, laid back. While Heather is quite dramatic, my drama queen. I replayed what happened to Randy.
“Kristy, one day he is going to kill you. You really ought to get out. Do you want me to come pick you up?”
“You know what will happen if you do.” I am trying to stop myself from crying.
“Somehow we have to call the police. We need to tell them what is going on.” Randy sighs.
“Randy, I have ran every scenario in my head. Even if the police do get involved, Hugh knows people, many people. You know that! If he spent time in jail, he would get out. Afterward, he would kill me. On the other hand, he would have me killed while he is gone. If I left he would find me.” I start crying again.
I really did not know what to do. I just know I have to do something. If I do not, it will get bad! So much worse than now
“I will be fine, guys. Thanks for your help. Tell Heather I will call her later.”
I feel a little better after talking to him. At least I know if something does happen to me, they will look at him!
I put on my favorite pajamas, a pair of men boxer shorts, and a tee shirt. I crawl in bed hoping to find something on TV. Moonlight and Valentino is on. I love that movie. I have seen it a thousand times, but I never get tired of it!
When the movie is over, I am hoping to fall asleep before Hugh gets home. No such luck! He comes in my room. He is in a great mood. Probably drunk as always!
“What did you do tonight, baby?” He sits next to me on the bed taking my hand.
“Nothing much! I had a few whiskey drinks, watched a movie, som
e TV.”
He smiles getting up, taking off his clothes. He gets into my bed taking off my pajamas. He put his fingers into my pussy, moving them around. When I am nice and wet, he slides his dick inside of me. He moans instantly getting off. I unwillingly lay underneath him wishing he were already done!
He moves in and out of me. I do my usual faking noise of excitement until, he finally cums.
“You know I don’t like to hurt you, but you are always doing something wrong - something to make me mad. All you have to do is what I ask of you!”
I sit up looking directly at him, “Hugh, I don’t like being controlled. I don’t like you treating me like shit!”
He starts laughing, shaking his head back and forth, “I don’t control you! You are my wife; you should do as I ask of you. It is that easy. After twenty long years of marriage, you think you would have learned that.” He gets up to leave the room. He takes one last look smirking at me, and then he leaves.
I had not bothered to look at myself yet, so I walk into my bathroom. Yep, bruised eye, my face is swollen. I go back to bed. I lay there thinking why I cannot just listen to him. I bet if I did, he would not hit me or be mean to me.
I figured the problem was I! I will have to change, not him. This really rode on me, thinking of what I can do differently. I thought I already did what he told me. I guess I will have to do more.
I thought excessively that night, giving myself a headache. I roll over, hugging my pillow as always and fall to sleep.
CHAPTER 2
The first part of the week goes smooth. I am trying to be good, so I do not go over to see Heather. Of course, she is annoyed with me. I start to help Mandy around the house. That makes me feel useful.
I do not have a mansion yet Hugh does not want me doing anything! He really wants to treat me like his, “little princess.” He thinks he is being nice. Instead, he is boring me to death!
Hugh seems to come home every night in good spirits. Yet, he will not make love to me. That is fine with me, I guess. It just pisses me off knowing he is with his girlfriend. That they are probably doing well and I know he is fucking her!
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