Vindicated

A Clearer View

I opened my eyes and looked at the clock. 10 AM. f**k, did I really sleep this late? I rolled over to find the other side of the bed empty. He must've found someone to keep him company last night. So much for changing, huh? Bastard. 

I get up and go out to the living room and start making my way to the bathroom when I hear the second bedroom door open. I see a blonde haired girl with Mitch's clothes on and Mitch's hands around her waste. I want to f*****g die. What a piece of s**t. I can't believe he'd do this again. He looked up at me with a smirk. He would always win. He'd always find a way to destroy me. He kisses her passionately and smacked her on her ass. She grabbed her shoes smiling at me and blushing as she left the suite. 

I wanted to f*****g kill him.

"Good morning beautiful," Mitch said acting as if what he did last night was forgivable.

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I am so pissed at this point, I don't care if I am gonna get punished. "f**k you Mitch, so much for changing. I should have known you'd say anything to get a piece of ass. You'll never change.  f*****g asshole, I f*****g h--"

SMACK right across the face. Tears fill my eyes. It hurt so bad. I turned to pull away but he grabbed my wrist and twisted it, I screamed. He pulled me into him. I almost vomited as I smelled the sense of s*x all over him.  

"You're mine b***h. Don't you ever disrespect me like that. You are mine and will always be mine. You know who I am, what I do. I don't give a f**k if you like it or not but you will not talk to me that way. Do you understand?" 

Crying hysterically at this point, "Y-y-yes. I, I, I u-unders-stand. I I'm s-ss-orry," I plead

"Good girl," he smirks kissing my forehead. "Now go get a shower and clean yourself up. I'll get you an outfit ready. We have an important business meeting to go to and you are gonna help me get that contract by sitting there looking sexy, do you understand?"

"Yes, I-I understand," I say. 

"Good," he kisses my cheek," make sure to cover up those marks. I want them to see me as a trusting, sweet, genuine, loving man."

I nod and head off the the bathroom. I turn the water to the bathtub. I quickly undress looking at myself seeing all the bruises this man has caused. Tears fall from my eyes. I must deserve this. I shake my head to the thought and sink into the steaming hot water. I put my head underwater and feel the sting of the water hit my sore cheek. I can't help but cry. Life isn't supposed to be like this. Superman I am calling on you to save me before this man kills me. 

I get out of the bath tub, dry myself off and put on a robe.  I make my way closer to the mirror and start the process of covering up the evidence of the evil I endure. No amount of cover up will hide my shame. I brush my wavy black hair and put it in an elegant up-do. Put lipstick, eye shadow, and mascara on. I had to be a "show" wife so to speak even though I knew I'd never marry this sorry an excuse for a man.. If I didn't do what he said, he'd make sure I'd pay. I sighed, walking out of the bathroom and heading towards my room. A floral summer dress and a white cardigan were laid out for me on the bed. I quickly got dressed when Mitch walked in. 

"Such a beauty. Such a shame you are such a terrible girlfriend," he smirked. I gulped biting my tongue knowing that if I dared say anything, he'd make sure I'd pay the price.

I smiled and took his hand. We made our way down the the lobby exit. A car awaited us. I got in not prepared for the business lunch I was about to walk into.

"This is how this is gonna go. You are gonna smile but not speak unless I tell you. Understand?"

"Yes, I understand," I said reluctantly. 

"Good girl," he smirked kissing my hand. God he's so f*****g repulsive. I hate him. This lunch cannot be over fast enough. I can't f*****g stand being near him.

After a fifteen minute drive, we approach the restaurant.  I take a deep breath before exiting the car.

It's 95 degrees, hot as s**t and I'm stuck wearing this f*****g long sleeve cardigan because this piece of s**t can't keep his hands to himself. I sigh.  I can do this.  I am a master at hiding what goes on behind closed doors. That's how I kept it from my parents. God, I miss them. I can't think about this right now. I have to pretend to be this perfect girlfriend with the perfect successful businessman for a boyfriend.

"Good evening sir, Ma'am, right this way," the busboy said ushering us to a huge private room filed with all these successful business men and one successful looking woman that looks oddly familiar. Oh my God, she was the woman from last night. That slut. He had some nerve bringing me here. 

"Good evening gentleman, Stella," Mitch said winking and smirking. She blushed. f*****g skank. "I would like to introduce you to my beautiful girlfriend Mariah Evermore."  I look up catching the eye of the most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on.  Stella gave me a b***h look and rolled her eyes but I ignored her. All man including the beautiful one took out their hands to shake mine. 

"Hello, I'm Mr. Banks," said an older man in his thirties. The others introduced their selves. I faintly remember their names, Mr. Turner, Mr. Scotch, Mr. Blacksmith, and an older man named Mr. Sky.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Derek Sky," said the beautiful one. He works with his father. I should have noticed that they have quite the same facial features. Stern, wavy brown hair about 5'9. The older mister sky is a older good looking version of Derek. I get lost in Derek's eyes for a mere second before I feel Mitch's eyes burning a hole in the back of my skull.

I took my hand out to shake his and didn't notice my cardigan sleeve lift up. He looked down. f**k he noticed. I am in so much trouble when we get back to the house. His face looked horrified.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Sky," I said quickly pulling my hand back. I hope Mitch didn't notice or I would be royally f****d.  Mr. Sky had the bluest eyes I had ever seen. Wavy brown hair. Just f*****g gorgeous to say the least. I wish he was mine. I hid my head in the menu making sure not to make eye contact with him. He was probably disgusted with me for being with a man who could do such horrible things. He could never love such a disgrace of a woman. He couldn't save me. My heart hurt. This lunch was going to go f*****g fantastic. I could just tell, not.