Carries POV
Miranda and I have been painting for at least an hour now. I put my brush down and decided to call Brad. I picked up my phone off of the hardware floors, in me and Brads room. I dialed his number and he answered right away.
Call
B- "are you okay??"
It sounded like he was a little worried.
C- "yeah, I'm fine babe. I just wanted to call you"
B- "oh really?"
C- "yeah.. How are the kids..?"
B- "good.. Their helping with packing"
C- "so fun"
I said, being sarcastic.
B- "do you want me to bring you anything"
C- "you?"
B- "I'll be right over.. I love you"
C- "I love you"
I said while smiling, before I hung up. I looked at Ran. "Brads coming over so if you wanna go back to your house, that's fine" I told her. She started winking. "Oh shut up" I said while laughing. "But yeah I'll go back over" she replied while also laughing. She stood up and walked downstairs. I looked around out room. It was empty. All that was in it was our hardware floors, but that's in all of the rooms except the family room, the painting things were in here and a big rag so that the paint wouldn't get on the floors. The view from our window was beautiful. We had so much land. I walked downstairs and went into the kitchen, even though there wasn't anything in there either. We didn't have anything in any room. The house was completely empty. We only had all of our cars in the garages. The camaros, corvettes, two of Brads trucks and then my Tahoe in the driveway. Miranda already left so.
I waited for Brad to come in the door. It's been 5 minutes since I got off of the phone with him. I stood at the kitchen counter, on my phone waiting for him. I heard the door start to raddled. I immediately got happy. I turned my phone off and put it down. I walked over to the door, to see my husbands face. But when I got there. I didn't. My heart started racing again. "Get the hell out of my damn house" I yelled. It was Mike. "This isn't your house.. It's Brad and Kim's.. And their kids..." He said, walking inside. Everytime he would take a step closer to me, I would move back a step. "Brad is my husband" I told him. He reached his hand out to me and then wrapped his arms around my waist and roughly pulling me closer to him. He leaned down and kissed me. But I pulled away. "Stop.. I don't love you.. Were not together.." I told him. He didn't like what I said because he slapped me. I turned around so I could run upstairs but he slapped my butt and pushed me against the wall. "Stopp" I yelled as he started taking off my shirt and bra again. He pulled his pants off and then mine. He slammed me on the floor and got on top of me. "Stoppp" I yelled as he cuffed his hands around my neck, causing me to choke. "No. You are my wife" he said as he slammed himself into me. It hurt like hell. I screamed in pain and almost lost my breath. I tried getting up but he kept holding me down.
Brads POV
I finally got to the house. I walked up to the door. I was so happy to see my wife. I opened the door and looked around. I heard her screaming. Dammit. No. I walked in and saw her. I saw her on the floor with Mike. He was hurting her again. I was fucking done. I went over to the closet, where I told Miranda to put my gun and pulled it out. I slammed the closet door shut and walked over to them. I pulled Mike off of her. "What the hell did I say about touching my wife" I yelled as I punched him. I saw him lay his hand back on her.
