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As you tend to the plants, blissfully unaware. Ghost storms outside, his expression dark with anger. Before you can even react he quickly strides up to you, dark hazel eyes turned to slits filled with rage. He grabs your arm, gripping it tightly before speaking in a deep, husk voice, his British accent seeping through.
"You little slut, get inside."
You look up at him dumbfoundedly. Normally you were always used to his cruel words and abusive tendencies but this was so sudden, like a light switch being flipped off and the room becoming dark and dreary.
“H-huh?” The muscles in the back of your neck tighten, mentally preparing yourself for Ghost's outburst.
"You fuckin heard me, inside. Now." He tightens his grip on your arm, pulling you towards the back door. His eyes lock onto yours, grim expression cold and unforgiving. Ghosts clearly beyond pissed, his temper boiling over the pot for whatever reason. And you're his unfortunate target.
You never know what to say or do when he gets like this, after all, he’s your rightful owner. You always try your best to satisfy him, even if it hurts you. That was your life, a pitiful one.
“W-why? I don’t wanna go inside..” You gently try to pull your body away from him, hoping he doesn’t notice.
Ghost tugs you back fast, the grip on your arm becoming even tighter. His expression darkens, you know he noticed.
"You don't ask questions, you just do as you're fucking told.” He huffs. “Now, you stupid thing, get your skinny little ass inside. I won’t ask again."
Ghost drags you towards the door forcefully. His anger increasing within every stomp. He suddenly shoves you against the wall when you attempt to tug away from him, enraged at your act of defiance. His large frame towers over your petite one as you wince from the impact. The size difference between you two was always laughable, never hearing the end of it from your relatives.
Fear fills your dreadful eyes as you look up at his face. “P-please.. I-I don’t understand.” His eyes darken at your words and the grip on your poor arm tightens tenfold as he pins you up against the wall. Face just an inch away from yours, and his breathing heavy with pent up anger.
"You don't need to understand shit. I already told you to get your fuckin ass inside, NOW!"
Ghost snarls down at you before raising his hand in the air, ready to strike your face. You flinch, waiting for the impact that thankfully never arrives. Ghost had abused you a lot in the past, whether it be physically or mentally.. or sexually. You never told any of your relatives or friends about it though, since Image was so important. What would they think of you? Leaving behind such a ‘’comfortable’’ life for the sake of your well-being. How pathetic.
Hell, the cops wouldn't even believe you anyway. Ghost was an operator in the British SAS. He’d be let off with a pat on the back while you'd be tormented ruthlessly for simply leaving. You had no choice but to stay. To stay in a relationship where abuse was the only thing you knew and could feel. It was fucked up, truly. Thank God he didn’t want any kids yet. You would have drowned in a full bath tub at that point.
Ghost notices your flinching and stops, hesitating for a moment. His anger is still there, but seeing your fear, he lowers his arm, his expression becoming a bit more conflicted. He's still obviously furious, but there's something else in his eyes now… like guilt?
“Please.. I don’t understand why you're being like this.” Your breath hitches as you anticipate his reaction. He huffs, expression hardening again, though there's a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. Ghost pins you tighter against the wall, face just inches away from yours.
"I don't have to explain my reasons to you. You don't question, you just follow like a good little wife." He hisses at you.
You try to look up at him with doe eyes, searching for an ounce of sympathy, an ounce of guilt that you swore you saw was there. “B-but all I was doing was watering the plants..?”
"I don't care what the fuck you were doing. When I tell you to do something, you do it. Understood?" He tightens his grip on your arm, his demeanor becoming even more hostile. Ghost continues to glare down at you, his breathing heavy. His grip on you is so tight you swear the oxygen is cut from your arm. In the moment of silence you start to tear up, eyes becoming red and watery as you look down at your flowery sandals.
He notices your tears, which makes his expression harden. He grabs your chin and forcefully makes you look up at him. "Don't you dare start crying. You know I fuckin hate it when you cry. I warned you not to before, didn't I? I'm tired of dealing with your tears, little wife.’’ You sniffle, nose and cheeks reddening.
“B-because you're being so mean to me.’’ This makes him scoff out loud, jaw clenching. "So? Why do you have to cry all the goddamn time? You're always so fuckin sensitive, it's infuriating." He lets out a frustrated huff and his expression remains hard before continuing to scold you.
"You're so damn frustrating, you know that? You always manage to get a reaction out of me, even when I try not to." Your full-blown sobbing at this point, head pointed towards the ground. He always makes you wanna disappear, always.
Ghost hears you and becomes enraged, slamming your head against the concrete wall behind you in an attempt to shut you up. "Cryin' again huh? Dammit. I hate it when you do that. It's so goddamn annoying, makes me want to smack the tears off your face with my fucking hand.” Your eyes widen in fear. You very well know he's not joking when he says that. But you want to stop crying, you really wish you could. You've been sensitive your whole life and never changed. Every little thing would make you cry. Sad songs, movies, shows. You’ve even cried at a stranger's funeral, that you never went to.
Ghost continues with his condescending words, making you bawl even more. “You want me to give you a reason to cry, huh? You want me to be mean to you, you fuckin little brat?" He spits on your face and you grimace at the sensation, disgusting. “P-please stop.. I'm tired of this.” You really were, the sun was slowly setting and you could spot little fireflies around the both of you from the corner of your eye.
In an alternative universe, you’d want to be an animal with wings. Wings that can straighten up quick and sore up so high, able to leave at any given moment you’d wish for. Birds, butterflies, bees. Hell, you wouldn't even mind being as pathetic as a fly, they probably had more freedom than you. Ghost notices your little zone out and shakes you aggressively, making you whine. God you hated when he did that, made you feel like the world was ending, your world.
"No, I don't think I will. You're just too damn sensitive, and it's so easy to make you cry. Maybe I should break out that leathery belt, huh? You remember it, don't you?" He smirks devilishly, a pure dark glean now present in his eyes. Your eyes widen in pure shock and fear. Oh your fucking scared, so fucking scared.
“G-GHOST, N-NO PLEASE!” Every bone in your body viciously trembles as you try your hardest not to recount the fucked up memories of Ghost abusing you with his belt. Leather belt. He of course had other ones but used the one that he knew was purely 100% leather because it would hurt the most. And it always did.
"Oh no little wife. You've been a bad girl today, and bad girls get what they deserve. It's time for your punishment. I'm gonna give it to you so fuckin hard I’ll make sure you wont ever forget." He grits his teeth saying the last part, sending shivers down your spine. You already know what's in it for you, but still meekly protest. Adorable.
“P-please n-no! No no no…” You ramble in your head, the reality of the situation hitting you hard like a flying soccer ball in an open field. Ghost grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs on it harshly, making you cry out in pain. "STOP SAYING NO YOU FUCKING RETARD! When have you ever won when saying no, huh? That's right, never. I'm the one who gets to decide what happens to you. And right now, I've decided that you need a good smack across that shitty little face of yours."
He tugs on your hair again, making your scalp ache. You grab his wrist with both hands and try to loosen his grip on you, failing miserably. Ghost scoffs and slams you against the wall again, your head taking more devastating impact. “Inside the fuckin house. NOW.” You quickly obey his order and step inside the house, the sun now fully setting. Making the sky a deep baby blue-ish color, one of your favorites.
Once inside, Ghost punches your face without warning. You shriek in pain and begin bawling again. “P-PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO ME I'M SORRY-” He smacks you again, this time even harder, making you feel lightheaded and dizzy. You can taste blood from within your cheek and a pearly shiner forming right onto your left eye. You see Ghost quickly leave the living room before coming back with *that* leather belt. You nearly choke on your own saliva and back up from him. Red, teary eyes full of pure fear and misery.
He stomps towards you, eyes half lidded, dark and empty. You can see it in his eyes that he wants to hurt you, no, *needs* to hurt you. You wholeheartedly believe that Ghost is actually a sadist. That would explain his fucked up behavior. He is affectionate sometimes though.. In a good mood of course.
Ghost corners you up against the living room wall, looking down at you with sheer hate in his eyes. “This is what you fucking deserve for disobeying me, you stupid brat. Clothes off. Now.” You look up him one last time with your so sad eyes before accepting your fate and gently stripping your clothing off,
Ghost stares down at you like a hawk and snatches your clothes, throwing them on the couch when you're finished. He gazes at your half naked body up and down before wasting no time lifting up his belt and striking your bare shoulder with so much force you nearly lose your balance and fall down. You squeal in agony, the area now turning purpley and bruised. With no cool down, Ghost starts savagely striking all parts of your small body. Legs, arms, torso, and back. He didn't hold back and made sure you knew it too.
At this point you were shaking like a little leaf, discarded there on the ground to wither away and die. Pain and abuse visible all over your body. A mixture of bruises and slight bleeding can clearly be seen. You sob uncontrollably, struggling to breathe with all your sniffling. You feel so cold and hurting, harsh stings of pain electrocuting you throughout your poor body.
Ghost stands there, looking down at you. His expression is cold and heartless, showing no remorse for what he did. "Look at you, fuckin crying like this. You make me want to beat you more, you know that? Just looking at you makes me wanna make your pain worse. You're so goddamn weak, it's so fucking pathetic." He snarls at your little curled up form.
“P-please G-ghost.. no more.. it hurts” You croak out in between sniffles and sobs. You wish there was someone or something that could wipe all your pain away, like those fantasy books you always loved to read. The ones Ghost ripped up and destroyed.
"I bet it hurts." He scoffs, clearly relishing in your pain.
"Maybe next time you'll think twice before disobeying me. It won't happen again, will it? You'll be a good little wife from now on?" You nod frantically at him like a depraved dog that needs attention from its neglectful owner. Describes your weak, pitiful personality perfectly.
"That's what I thought. Now, quit crying. You look damn stupid when you cry." You whimper and bury your beaten face deeper into your knees, feeling a mixture of shame and sorrow. Ghost huffs, nudging your aching body with his boot.