Divorced, But Not Broken
Divorced, but Not broken Chapter 28

I was still crying when I heard the door open again and I just fell back, turning my head into the pillow and cried more. I hated him for being so f*****g awful to me, making it sound like everything was my fault when it wasn't!

I felt the bed shift when he was back, sitting beside me and didn't say a word when I still was crying, making small sounds of hurt and feeling sorry for myself, why didn't he just leave the f*****g pill and go, he could replace some other girl to f**k from now on, I was not doing it anymore! “Go away... just leave me..." I made the small words thru the hard sobbing when he made a heavy sigh and got closer, stroking his warm hand over my back making me even more irritated, he could go to hell, snapping at me when I didn't deserve it. "I'm sorry... alright... I'm f*****g sorry...." He stroked his hand again over me when I just pushed it back, he could keep his stupid apologies, I didn't want them!

"Just give me the f*****g pill and leave, I don't want to see you right now!" my mouth was sticky from saliva, my nose was red from crying and my voice raw and dim from the hurt in my chest, I got it, he was f*****g sorry, too bad I didn't f*****g care. I made a shriek of surprise when I felt the strong grip around my arms, flipping me, and then I saw him, he was pissed again, holding me hard, with both hands making me completely at his mercy, unable to move if I wanted to or not, sniffling up against the dark eyes and scowl he was having on his handsome young face.

“You stop that shit right now, I told you I was sorry, and I meant it, its not going to get any better from you lying here and crying like a fucking bitch!" I just watched him where I was lying on my back, still naked and him being dressed, looking like he was going to snap soon and I hated that I didn't speak back, he had that affect on me, making me just do whatever he wanted.

"You are going to take that damn pill, and then you are getting fucking dressed, if you can let me fuck you, you can walk out to the car too." He still sounded so dark and serious making me gulp, the car? What the hell was I supposed to do going out to his car since I still didn't have mine, was he going to just dropped me off at some corner, was he sick of me after I snapped at him?

"You got that Andrea?!" he was still making me breathless when I just nodded, making him frown more when I felt his hold around my wrist getting harder, when I gave a small yelp from his powerful grip that was starting to hurt me, f**k he sure was strong for someone that didn't look like a bodybuilder.

"I got it!" he let me go the instant I answered, and I looked at him offended when I was rubbing my wrist, they were going to fucking bruise and he looked at them like he knew it too before getting off the bed and holding out his hand to my still offended face. I took it but I didn't like it when he held his arm around me and I could already tell that it was softer, not the way he had pinned me down in the bed and I started to relax a little bit when he helped me to the bathroom and I looked at him when he let me go and closed the door, catching my sad eyes with his own ones that where still upset but not angry, I just turned around looking at myself in the mirror, meeting the crying woman in the reflection. oh f**k.