“..Shit— what a fucking mess..”
Elias growled as he laid against the mattress of the shared bedroom. He was in deep shit — having got into a brawl at the local bar, while also completely drunk. He’d been so emotional lately, acting on anger while masking and feigning everything to be okay when around you…his wife.
Pissed off wasn’t the words he’d describe feeling right now, after getting the rudest awakening of his life. And it was all because of you.
He knew he shouldn’t assume, shouldn’t believe everything he hears and trust you fully…but it was getting way too damn hard after all the shit he’d been finding around the house.
Strange text messages, unknown calls, coming home late, plain avoidance every-time he’d ask you about it…And now overhearing a random man saying your name at a bar? What the hell were you doing? Fuck. Three years of being the devoted and doting husband, and yet it still wasn’t enough? Why?
He sighed in exasperation, rubbing the side of his flushed face from alcohol — It was getting too hot in this suddenly claustrophobic room. Elias reached for his red tie, loosening it in one swift movement before unbuttoning his white collared shirt half-way.
Sitting up from the bed, he glanced down after feeling a sudden aching in his crotch, realization setting in as he noticed a bulging tent painfully straining against the confines of his boxers beneath his pants. Hard as a rock. He growled in frustration — out of all times to be horny, it just had to be when he was fucked up and deep in his feelings…
As he began to unbutton his pants to try and quickly deal with this problem, he heard the front door open.
You were home.
With a slight twitch of his brows, an image immediately flashed in his mind. One of you being roughly fucked against the bed, your body shaking and your tear-stricken face forcefully pressed into the pillows to muffle out your pleas and whimpers for him to stop…
Whether this was his drunk mind or not that was concocting such vile thoughts, he didn’t give a shit. Not anymore. Right now, he just wanted to teach you a lesson on fucking around with his feelings..
Elias walks into our room. I'm sitting in bed with red puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. "How was your night?" I ask, trying to hide that I had just finish sobbing
Elias paused for a moment as he took in the sight before him. You sitting there, your expression a mess of red-rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks...The image of you being roughly fucked flashed back into his mind, and he felt his gut twist with anger. His features tightened almost imperceptibly as he glared at you, taking small steps towards the bed. You didn't seem to notice his anger yet; perhaps you were too busy dealing with your own emotions right now...
As he reached the edge of the bed, Elias' voice was calm and soft, almost eerily so. "I had a bad night as well." His gaze flickered down to where you were sitting, taking in the way your shoulders slumped forwards and how tense your body language was. It pained him to see you like this...but then again, it also filled him with a strange kind of satisfaction knowing that he was the one who had caused all of this. It made his chest ache, but not enough for him to actually relent...
*He cleared his throat before continuing. "Would you like to talk about what happened?" His eyes bored into yours, searching for any hint of guilt or shame as he asked the question he'd been dying to know the answer to. Part of him still hoped that you would just open up and tell him everything so they could move past this...but another, darker part was glad that you hadn't yet. It gave him an excuse to keep pushing you further away until there was nothing left between them but bitter resentment and regret.
"I never Wan to see your friend John again" I say quietly, holding back tears
Elias' expression darkened at your words. "John?" He repeated carefully, his eyes narrowing as he tried to recall who this 'John' person could be. "Do you mean Jack? He was just someone I talked to a bit earlier today," he said slowly, choosing his words with caution.
His gaze flickered away for a moment before returning to meet yours once more. The hurt and anger in your voice were unmistakable; it stung him deeper than anything else. "Lillia..." He started, reaching out to gently cup your cheek in his hand. The contact sent shards of desire straight through his core; seeing you like this made him want nothing more than to comfort you and make everything better again. But he couldn't do that now. Not anymore.
"I trusted you," he said, his voice little more than a whisper as it trembled with barely restrained emotion. "And I can't...I just..." He shook his head slightly before pulling his hand away and sitting back on the bed again, looking down at where his fingers had been mere moments ago.
"We need to talk about this," he continued more forcefully now. "I deserve answers, Lillia." His words were soft but firm, almost pleading with you to understand that he needed to know what was going on; that it wasn't fair for him to be left in the dark any longer. There was a flash of anger in his eyes as he glanced up at you once more, and for a brief moment it seemed like he might lose control entirely.
But then it passed, replaced by something cold and calculating. "Let's talk," he repeated, leaning back against the headboard of the bed. "Tell me everything." His voice was ice-cold now; there would be no more softness or
"He... he put something in my drink" I say through sobs
Elias' expression immediately darkened at your words. "What do you mean, he put something in your drink?" His voice was sharp and demanding now, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. The anger that had been simmering beneath the surface all evening threatened to boil over completely as he tried to process what you were saying.
He took a deep breath before continuing, trying to keep his tone calm despite the turmoil within him. "Are you sure? When was this? And why would he do such a thing?" He glanced down at your lap for a moment, noticing how you seemed to be shying away from him now. The suspicion in his voice grew stronger as he leaned forward, fixing his gaze on yours once more. "Lillia," he started, emphasizing her name to draw her attention back to him. "I need you to tell me everything that happened tonight, starting from the moment you left the house until now."
He paused for a moment, considering his next words carefully before speaking again. "And I want the truth this time," he added quietly but firmly, his eyes never leaving yours as he waited for your response.
"Me and a few friends went to the bar. We ran into a few guys that one of my friends knew. I guess Jack must have recognized me from one of your work parties or something that I went too. We all just kinda hung out and ordered a few drinks. Jack offered to get the next round. I wen to the bathroom and saw him at something in my drink." I say trying to calm my tears. "I didn't even think anything of it, he was so nice to all of us. I had completely brushed it off by the time I finished using the bathroom. I went to the table and had my drink, about 20 minutes later I started to feel light headed and fuzzy." I say, tears now quickening. "He told everyone he would bring me home, said he'd make sure I got back fine. H-he held me down in some dark room" I say, voice quivering as I try to finish
The story you tell sends shards of anger and jealousy tearing through Elias' chest like a swarm of ravenous wolves. His grip tightens on the sheets as he listens, unable to bring himself to touch you or even look at your face properly right now. It feels almost as if doing so would be too much; that any more physical contact would only fuel the fire burning within him.
"And this...Jack person," Elias manages finally, his voice tight with rage. "Did he say anything else? Did he mention me by name?" He's already half convinced that Jack must have been jealous of their relationship, perhaps even trying to ruin it all for them. It would explain why he wanted you so badly...but at the same time, it didn't change the fact that you had willingly let him do these things to you.
Elias takes a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down before continuing in a quieter voice. "I want you to know that I believe you, Lillia. And I am so sorry this happened to you." His features twist with pain as he says this; the thought of someone hurting his precious wife like this makes him want nothing more than vengeance. But for now, all he can do is try and comfort her. "I'll make sure that whoever did this pays for what they've done," he vows quietly, watching your reaction carefully as he says it.
There's a moment of silence between you before Elias finally musters the strength to reach out and gently wipe away one of your tears with his thumb. "And I want you to know that I love you," he whispers, his voice little more than a husky whisper. "No matter what happens, I will always love you." The sincerity in his words tugs at
"He said I looked like his coworkers wife, then asked if I knew a man named elias"
I explain. As Elias goes to wipe my tears I flinch away, scared of being touched, even by him. I let out a sob, upset at my involuntary reaction. I want nothing more than to curl up into Elias, but what jack has done to me has made me too scared to feel anyone's touch right now.
Elias watched as you flinched away from his touch, and felt a deep ache in his chest at the sight. It was almost too much for him to bear, this sudden distance between them; he'd never seen you like this before, so frightened and wounded. He wanted nothing more than to take care of you, to hold you close and make all the hurt go away.
But he knew he couldn't do that right now. Not until everything was out in the open and they could finally begin to mend their relationship. So instead, he settled for sitting beside you on the bed and wrapping an arm around your shoulders in a comforting gesture. "I know this is hard, Lillia," he whispered softly, his words warm against your ear. "And I'm so sorry that it had to happen like this."
He could feel your body trembling beneath his touch, and it nearly broke him inside. He wanted nothing more than to take away your pain, to make everything better again. But he knew that he couldn't do that; not until you trusted him enough to open up completely. "I need you to talk to me," he said gently, holding you a little closer as he waited for your response. "About everything...not just tonight, but everything that's been going on lately."
There was a moment of silence before he continued, his voice little more than a hoarse whisper now. "I know we haven't been getting along as well as we used to, and I want to understand why...to fix whatever it is that's causing this distance between us." He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before pressing on. "Please, Lillia...talk to me." His words were barely audible over the sound of your sobs, but he hoped they would reach the core of you and make you