Possessed By My Husband's Sons

Some days, I stand by the window and look out at the sun. I'll stare at it until my eyes burn and my vision blurs. I’ll stare at it until my eyes water and the tears flow freely. And then when I finally look away, I'll tell myself, “See? Even though we need the sun, it harms us when we get too much of it, but we’ll still need it. We will grumble when it doesn't come out. That is how much we need it, and it’s never going to change.” “You’re worthless,” Jeremy spat, and I flinched, my head bowed, my hands pressed together so he wouldn't see my shaking. “You know that?” I said nothing and just kept my head low, but somehow that enraged him, and he shot out from his chair. “Answer me!” he roared as he pushed me. I staggered back and hit my hip on the table. I moaned in pain, but I didn't linger long on it and stood upright again. “Y-yes,” I answered, my voice shaking so hard my words sounded like gibberish. “I-I-I know that.” He stepped closer, and I recoiled from him. He paused, but then he grabbed my hair, forcing my head up to look at him. There was a scowl on his face. A look that was only there when he stared at me. “I asked for one thing,” he said, his voice harsh. “One thing, and you couldn't get it right. That’s how worthless you are.” “I-I’m sorry,” I whispered, fighting back tears. He doesn't like it when I cry. “I’m sorry, Jeremy.” “Don't,” he snarled, his hand tightening in my hair, and I winced. “Don't say my name with those filthy lips.” I nodded, biting my lips. His eyes dropped to my lips, and they… they softened. His other hand reached out and cupped my face, his thumb stroking my lips. “Don't do that,” he whispered, and my chest tightened. “Don't bite your lips. I hate it when you do that.” I nodded, and he kept staring at my lips. Then he leaned down, closing the space between our faces, and covered my lips with his. I sighed into his mouth as soon as his lips touched mine, melting into him. He kissed me softly, so softly that I was almost fooled. And then he bit me, so hard that I tasted blood. I pulled away from him, my eyes wide, my breathing harsh. My blood stained his lips red, and he wiped it with his thumb. He looked at the blood on his thumb before he licked it off. He looked at me, and I took a step back without meaning to. “I’ll be back,” he said as he turned to leave. “Wait naked for me.” He left, and I just stood still, staring at the spot he had stood, my chest heaving, my eyes burning, but no tears came out. Where did it all go wrong? When did I become a slave and something for my husband to torture? What happened to the future we had planned together? What happens to that shy man who smiles bashfully anytime he sees me? “Where did it all go wrong?” I asked the walls, the ceiling. I dropped to the floor, and buried my face in my palms. “Where?” ~.~ I waited naked as he told me to. I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, waiting. Will it be painful, or will he be gentle? Whether he was gentle or not depended on his mood. A few minutes to midnight, he came home. He stood by the door, just staring at me, then stepped in and walked to me. He sat on the edge of the bed, staring at me. And then he smiled, a smile I haven't seen in years. He cupped my face and caressed my cheek. “You’re finally going to be useful, my Colette.” “U-useful?” I asked, still lying on my back. His smile widened. “Useful.” He kissed me again, and I kissed him back with bated breath, waiting for the teeth, the pain, but it never came. When he broke the kiss, I was panting, my lips swollen. “Sign this,” he said as he broke out a document. I looked at the paper before I looked back at him. “W-what’s that?” His eyes darkened, and just the mere sight of that dark look had me flinching. “Don’t question me and sign it, Colette.” I nodded quickly as I took the pen from him and signed where he told me to. He brought out another paper, and I signed that too without question. He dropped the papers and kissed me again. This time, hard and deep, his arms around me, and I melted into his touch. His hand roamed all over my naked body, squeezing my breasts. He got on top of me, taking off his clothes in the process. That night when he made love to me, it was soft and tender, the softest I've ever seen him for years. He kissed all the scars he gave me. Kissed the fresh ones while thrusting. And when he climaxed, pulling out from me, he whispered, “I love you, Colette. Always have. Always will, but sacrifices are always needed for the greater good.” I didn't understand what he meant because my head was still reeling from what we just did. He climbed off the bed and picked up the two documents. “Divorce papers,” he said, holding one up. He held the other one. “Marriage certificate." I blinked at him, my eyebrows furrowed. “W-what do you mean?” “What I mean, Colette, is that as of this moment we’re no longer married and you now have a new husband.” It’s like I could hear my world crumbling. Like I could hear the glass cracking and the smoke rising. I could smell the ashes as my world burned. “I… I don’t understand. Jeremy, that doesn't make sense.” He looked down at me, his expression chilling. “We’re done, Colette.” I was immediately on my feet, but my legs gave out, and I crashed to my knees, staring up at him. He towered over me, looking down at me like he was my god, and maybe he was. “Y-you don't mean that,” I said, my voice shaking, my eyes so wide I felt them drying out. “You don't mean that!” “Unfortunately, I do.” I shook my head so hard, I saw stars. “You can't do that. You can't! How dare you? How could you?!” “You gave me this power, Colette,” he said softly. “You made me feel like a god, so I merely just use what you’ve given me.” I was still shaking my head, the tears silently flowing out. He can't. He can't do that to me. It was impossible. He just said he loved me. He just said it! “You’re leaving tomorrow,” he said as he walked away. “Pack whatever little thing you have.” He can't. He won't. He can't just sell me like I mean nothing. Like I'm nothing. How could he? “Jeremy!” I screamed, and he paused, turning his head to me. My vision was blurry from tears, but I could still see the dead expression on his face. “You said you love me! You bastard, you said you love me!” “I did,” he answered softly. “I do.” My shoulders dropped, and my tears dried up. Wow. That was all it took to end three years of marriage and a lifetime of love. How could he turn his back so easily? After everything? “Mark my word, Jeremy,” I whispered, my head hanging between my shoulders. “I’ll make you regret this. I’ll do anything to make that happen.” “Good.” He turned and walked away, his last words echoing in my head over and over. “You finally look alive again.”