TRIGGER WARNING: Abuse
Y/N let out a sigh as she quietly shut the front door behind her. It had been another late night at the office and she was just glad to be home.
She silently claimed the stairs and prayed that her husband, Keith was asleep. She had promised to try to come home earlier but since she's had to make budget cuts and lay off some people, she's been swamped in paperwork.
She opened her bedroom door but to her surprise, Keith was sitting at the edge of the bed with his elbows resting on his knees, looking directly at her.
"Where were you?"
She tried to ignore the question.
"Hey baby, how was your day?" She says setting her bag down on the dresser.
"Don't make me ask you again, Y/ N. Where the hell were you and why are you coming home at 2 in the fucking morning?"
His voice was eerily calm.
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Hey guys, this was supposed to be one of my entries for the contest the90sinspiredme is hosting but for whatever reason, wattpad won't let me post the story at once, so I have to post this in chunks 🙃 it's really annoying but I'm trying to fix the issue as fast as I can. For now, here's a little snippet.
Octavia
