Shattered Violets (girlxgirlxboy)

Shattered Violets~33

33

Bracing myself as the plane landed, I couldn’t help but bite my lip and hold onto the armrest, for dear life. As the landing gear hit the tar mat, I held my breath as the plane shook and vibrated before it came to a slow roll.

“Oh poor little Vivian, you still haven’t grown out of your fear of flying, have you?” Damon teased, chuckling.

“Fuck you.” I seethed under my breath as I watched Damon’s roll his eyes.

Finally, the plane came to its resting place and the seatbelt signs turned off. I couldn’t wait to get off this damn plane and put some distance between Damon and I; if I could.

Starting to stand up to disembark, Damon pushed me back into my seat. His large strong hand pushing into my flip flopping stomach. “You will remain seated until the last person has left the plane. Do you understand me?” He ordered.

I didn’t say a word. I just looked at him blankly. I mean really, who in the hell did he think he was. Oh, right; my god forsaken husband.

Watching as the men, women, and a few children exited the plane; I longed to have their freedom. Once we were alone with the just the flight attendants, he stood up and hovered over me, grabbing my bag out of my hand.

“I’ll be carrying that for you.” He said, more as a demand than a kind gesture. “Also, my dear wife; don’t try to cause a scene or try to run.”

I tried to call his bluff. “Oh, and if I do what will happen?”

“Don’t think I don’t have your fucking little whore and that asshole who shot me being watched; one call and lights out.” He seethed.  

Damon stepped aside, allowing me to move down the aisle as he led me off the plane with his hand resting on the small of my back. Once inside the airport, Damon wrapped his big hand tightly around my forearm, almost dragging through the terminals.  It took everything I had to keep up with his quick stride. Part of me wanted to tell him to slow the fuck down, but the other part was afraid of his reaction. I don’t know why, but I had a fear that now that he had me that he wouldn’t be afraid to use force to get what he wanted.

Thankfully within a few minutes we were both seated in the back of a plush town car, heading to who knew where.

Once we were on the freeway, I asked him boldly. “So where are you taking me?”

Damon put his phone back in the breast pocket of his suit and looked at me. “Why to your fathers of course. His estate is fully armed and protected, so it will be impossible for you to escape. Don’t think I don’t know what’s running through the beautiful little mind of yours.”

“What the fuck… come on. Damon please you have to be kidding me. We’re not going to my fathers.” I pleaded, even though deep down that is where I knew I needed to be. Come hell or high water, I was putting end end to this nonsense.  

“Woman, I am your husband. The sooner you get through your head the better off you’ll be. Now, I’ve made up my mind. So until you can prove you can be trusted, we will be staying with your father. Behave, and we might move to our own home.” He stated, as if he was dangling a prize in front of me.  “Furthermore darling, you need to work on you language. You sound like such gutter trash.”

“Fine, whatever.” I spat. God I hated him. Still I knew it was best for him to believe that I didn’t want to be at my fathers. They both needed to believe that this was the last place I wanted to be.

Pulling through the big rod iron gates, the car moved slowly over the crushed quarts driveway. Peering through the window, it didn’t look like much had changed over the past few years since I left home. How long had it been? I couldn’t help but wonder what was awaiting me through those huge carved double oak doors. I felt like I was returning to the pits of hell.