My Only Control

TROPHY

Characters :

Jonathan ( joe) : Age 32. Trophy husband.

Synthia ( his wife) : age 36,CEO.

Son ethan ( his son) : age 5

Anisha ( his muse): age 22. Indian immigrant student.

" you can't even do one thing right joe!" Synthia yelled .

I sat on the edge of the couch in our living room " Honey, it was just a mistake , I didn't even see-"

" Mistake ?! It was fucking 100000 loss you idiot!" She cut me off as always.

" I know honey" I tried to touch her hand on the coffee table but she pulled back immediately. Standing up and pacing like a feral animal.

" One thing joe! I trusted you for one thing and you had to mess it up didn't you?! Huh? What do you even do In office?! I just hired you as my managing director out of love and you fail me!" She snarled ...like an angry fucking owl.

" You know I'm into arts !" I defended. standing up to follow her, " you said it led me nowhere and just appointed me as MD without even asking me-"

" Oh now you're complaining about what I handed to you in silver plate?!" She pointed her accusing manicured finger at me ," your art is shit! And you weren't gonna make it ! And I helped you get the top position in my company and you're whining?! You spoiled brat!"

I paused in my path.My jaw clenched so hard I think I heard a teeth crack. "I only wanted to be with you. I don't know about numbers and you know it. Yet you made me take a position I don't understand. Yet I tried hard to keep up. I did too! But only one mistake and you're flipping on me ?!"

" Your.One. mistake.is. costing. Me. 100k joe!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, throwing a wine bottle to the floor.

"How am I supposed to know the executive officer is embazzling money! It's not my fault! " I tried to argue.

" You are the fucking managing director! It's your fucking responsibility to keep an eye on them!" Her screams are never ending.

I was gonna defend myself but I paused as I heard a sniffle . At the corner, on the staircase, our son- ethan . Is in his pajamas . Watching and crying .

" Ethan ? What are you doing here bud ....go upstairs" I walked to him to wipe his tears .

" Please don't fight again " hic hic , he is crying so hard his breath turned into hiccups.

My wife, the drunken devil, snapped again" Hey! Who asked you to involve ! Get upstairs or imma whip your ass!

Ethan flinched in my arms . And I whipped my head to glare at her " don't take it out on him . " I gritted through my teeth.

She clapped in sarcasm" Oh! Wow! Now you're the great father and I'm the villian huh? You're a loser ! In the office and at home too! Getting us into financial trouble ! I shouldn't have fell for your stupid abs and big dick ! You fucking piece of ass!" And she slammed the bedroom door . Locked me out. Again .

I closed my eyes to contain myself. It was true. I was handsome trying to impress my way up through older women. Only to sell my art . But god when I got the offer to marry the synthia Sinclair ? I couldn't turn it down. Highway to riches I thought. But god it turned so bitter so fast. She just treats me like trophy lately. Like a piece of good dick. But telling that in front of my own son? Who's rn looking up at me with wide confused eyes? Would any man's fate het worse?

" Don't listen to her " I forced a smile to comfort him " let's get you to bed okay?" .

I carried him upstairs. Tucked him under the blankets. Kissed his forehead.

" Dad,why does mom hate you so much ?" He whispered tinily.

I sighed , cause honestly, I don't know either. Somewhere in trying to be a perfect husband to the elite of world, trying hard to fit in, I lost myself. " She's drunk. And sometimes people get stressed like that . Don't worry "

I force smiled , turning off the lamp .

" Goodnight bud" I whispered almost guilty of everything he's going through

" Night daddy" he whispered tinily. Hugging his stuffed dinosaur.

As I walked out of his room. Down the stairs. With nowhere to sleep- cause she turned the guest room into her walk in closet . I realised something. These big ass halls, which i was so excited to live in, are actual hell.

I grabbed my jacket and car keys. Drove my porsche in the night empty streets . To the bar directly . Gulping shot after shot. At this point the staff know my brand too, cause I'm that regular here. My only way to swallow my anger. And suffocate in silence.

Being the husband of the most prestigious family in town felt so exciting when I was young. But I didn't see the hidden cost..my creativity..my freedom..and my fucking dignity. Cause there isn't a single day where she didn't humiliate me . Calling me names. And I can't leave the family cause divorce here means losing custody of ethan to that woman. The one who beats my son. That's worse than death.

But living without respect or dignity is emasculating. Eating me alive.

I stumbled my way out. Drunk out of my skull. No way I can drive in this condition cause I swear I could see 6 fingers on my hand right now.

I tried to call my bodyguard but ...fuck I forgot my phone ? Could this night get any worse. I can't even book uber. It's almost 1 am and I can't even find any taxi.

So I walked, or more like wobbled into the subway nearby. It's simple. Get in the metro. Get down near my home. Send the bodyguard to get my car. Simple.

As I stepped down the stairs, I heard a girl scream. Hard. Loud. " Don't! Ahhhh!!! Help!!!! Ahhhhhhh!"

I ran down fast to see, one girl pinned down by three guys . She's kicking the air and trying to run. But they held her down? He's unbuckling? Holy shit!

" Hey! " I shouted immediately, running to stop them.

" Get Outta here ass face! " One stood up holding a knife. Which made me sober almost immediately.

"I'm not leaving until you let her go assholes !" I yelled back.

He swung the knife right at me. Damn it almost grazed my neck. Shit is getting real.

Wow, if I leave they'll kill her. Fuck.

I did the only thing my drunk mind could think of. I pulled out the rifle from my jacket. The one my bodyguard insisted I carry every since the last time we were attacked in the political mess. Never thought I'd get to use it. And shot at this asshole in the face.

The blood splattering on my face. And my shirt. His lifeless body fell back onto the dirty subway floor. Blood pooling around his head.

The girl screamed and ducked.

Other two tried to run. Shit! They saw me! I can't leave back loose ends!"

I shot them both immediately. As the bullets pierced their backs.

I'm too drunk to think straight. The only thing I could focus on is the one woman crying on the dirty-bloody subway.

I ran to the girl on the floor and knelt beside her. Her Clothes are half torn- blue jeans and short kurthi? I helped her sit up and she moved her dark wavy hair aside from her face to look up at me scared. God her face.my breath caught in my throat for a minute .

It's golden brown . Wide brown eyes. Thick eyebrows and lashes. Straight nose with a nose ring. Lips almost brownish pink.

She looks like an indian fairy .only except torn clothes and tears and clearly traumatized.

" You okay?" I asked almost concerned

She cried. Hugging herself. " They ...they tried to....they ...."

She's unable to speak either. But looking at her I can tell she isn't hurt . Yet.

" We can't stay here! There might be cameras! Come with me! " I pulled her hand and ran. God I never thought I'd be running away from the system like this.

For an indian girl I just met? I'm fucked.