When she woke up, she was alone. She wandered into the kitchen to find him reading the newspaper. His eyes glanced over her dismissively before returning to the article he was reading. She felt slighted, but asked him what he wanted for breakfast anyway.
"You're late," he said, not even bothering to glance at her.
What is his problem? she thought, her anger rising by the second. She stood still, unsure of what to do, but sure that she wouldn't have anything more to do with the slob in front of her. After an eternity of oppressive silence, he finally looked up at her. His lips formed a flat, disappointed line.
"Is there something wrong? I haven't eaten anything yet, but I'm not hearing the stove turn on."
It didn't make any sense, but, for some inexplicable reason, she still wanted to please him. Mechanically, she began to heat up a frying pan, wondering why on earth she was doing as he asked. She fetched the eggs and butter from the refrigerator, silently put a slice of butter on the frying pan, and began to crack the eggs. She focused completely on the task at hand, trying to ignore her conflicting thoughts. She heard his chair scrape, but didn't look at him. She didn't feel like looking at his face. She started beating the eggs with a fork, turning towards the stove.
She felt him behind her. His hot breath tickled her ear. His hands wrapped around her abdomen, pulling her into his body. She relaxed into his embrace. He must have just been feeling cranky this morning, she thought, feeling secure again in his arms.
But his arms kept tightening, far passed a hug into a painful vice. He just kept squeezing and squeezing, harder and harder. It was hard to think. It was hard to breathe. She involuntarily began to kick and struggle, but it was hopeless. He was much too big, much too strong for her to do anything except wait for him to tell her what he wanted.
"Never. Ignore me. Again." he growled in her ear, loosening his grip on her body after what seemed like an eternity. He turned her around to face him and let his arms fall to the ground. His eyes blazed, pinning her in place with his gaze alone. "Do you understand?"
Submitted November 11, 2016 at 06:34AM by MattNaimark https://www.reddit.com/r/dirtypenpals/comments/5cbnjp/m4f_the_morning_after/?ref=search_posts&utm_source=ifttt dirtypenpals
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