Authors: Vivienne Harris-Scott
"That's
the spirit baby..." he said while licking her neck as she had turned her
head wondering if he was so drunk, he couldn't feel any pain...
I
hate him!
Tears flowed
freely and she closed her eyes against the flood.
Please,
just let it end soon...
She screamed out in pain at the first thrust of his
cock inside her. She shrunk at the pain as it took her breath away; they hadn't
been intimate for so long, her body simply was unprepared for the brutal
assault.
Ethan
didn't care.
He
was ripping her open.
She tried
sucking air through her nose but couldn't get enough.
She was
suffocating while he continued to pound harder, ravaging her body with faster
strokes, hitting her cervix deeper every time, his left hand resting
back on her throat.
She
felt him twitch. Shock and unadulterated terror flooded in her as she
realized two things. First, he wasn't wearing a condom. Second, he had no
intention of pulling out. When he finally shot his burning semen inside her, he
moaned crying out
“
mine
”
, looking down at her as though he wanted
her to understand his purpose.
I
couldn't.
He
collapsed on top of her, his cock still pumping while the rest of his body was
spent
…
His
semen starting to leak between their bodies into the crumpled
sheets.
Finally,
he was through, his hunching eased and he lay there for several minutes
saying nothing. His heavy breathing and her sobbing were the only sounds
in the night.
Yes,
I would always remember...
She
was so fatigued, she didn't know where he legs found the energy to carry
her. She got up, his cum dripping off her onto her thighs and the
carpet and she locked herself in her bathroom.
I'm
alive
.
Cleaning
herself up as best she could, she met her eyes in one of the mirrors. Silent
tears streaming down her cheeks.
There
was blood mixed with semen between her legs. She sat in the shower, crying and
trying to wash away the past hour of her life.
Then,
she lay in the tub, and spent the rest of the night there.
The
love had died.
((~~!~~))
When she woke up the next day, he was
downstairs waiting for her. She had planned to go to the doctor to get a
morning after pill, but couldn't bear to be in his presence, and the sight of
him made her physically nauseous. She retreated to her bedroom, locking herself
up.
She
could call no one.
She
stayed locked in for ten days straight only opening the bedroom door when
Marina, their housekeeper, would bring her platters of food.
On
the eleventh day, knowing Ethan had gone to New Zealand for the next two days,
she drove herself to her physician and told her she was afraid of being
pregnant and needed tests done. She wanted 100% certainty and couldn
’
t trust a pharmacy kit.
The
blood results came back the next morning.
She
was expecting. No margin for doubt.
She
needed to leave.
Staying
was simply no longer an option; she had to think of her baby.
She
rang Kevin the same afternoon, and with a hollow voice filled with shame she
told him what had truthfully happened in her life from the moment she got
married to the minute she was told she was pregnant.
She
was broken.
She
knew with absolute certainty she needed to find a way out or she would die
before even meeting the child she was carrying.
Kevin
was shocked, sorry and seething. He told her to pack her bags immediately and
head for the airport.
When
she told him she couldn't because she was scared Ethan would find her and
probably hurt her, he said he would fly over, enlisting her brother with him,
and would beat the living hell out of her husband before he touched her ever
again.
She
refused, telling him the last thing she wanted was for him to end up in jail,
and this would be a seriously distinct possibility considering who Ethan was.
He kept telling her Ethan wasn't above the law, but she knew otherwise, as she
had tried to file a report for rape against him the very same morning, only to
have Sydney Commissioner of police call Ethan about it; the report mysteriously
disappearing within 40 minutes of being filed. Ethan had called her just an
hour earlier, telling her he would punish her when her returned from New
Zealand the very same evening; that was the true reason for her calling Kevin
now. She was desperate and wanted to make sure, at least, one person knew of
what had been happening behind the closed doors of her marriage in case something
terrible happened to her, or worse, her baby.
She
begged her best friend not to involve Deric. She could not entertain the
idea of her younger brother seeing her in a different light than the strong
older sister she had always been. How would her baby brother look at
her knowing her own husband had raped her?
She
told Kevin she would find a way to leave the mansion at the earliest without
her husband realizing she would never come back.
That
night, when Ethan arrived from New Zealand, she was waiting for him, aloof if
not submissive, and apologetic. She announced that from that day forward she
would do anything he wanted as long as he did not hurt her.
He
nodded, but pinned her against his body to see the truth in her eyes.
Whatever he saw, as she looked at him steadily, seemed to satisfy him; he told
her he was happy to see she had come to her senses.
The
following four weeks after that date, she had spoken daily to both Lily and
Kevin, locked in her bathroom, with the water running. They decided the
best night for her disappearing act would be the evening of the Premier
’
s Inauguration ball, March 17
th
,
2004.
She
would accompany Ethan to the ball in order not to be conspicuous, and would
later leave without their chauffeur.
Ethan
would be busy being honoured, taking care of the members of his cabinet and
other society types, his guard would be down and she would be able to
sneak out of the ball, unnoticed. She would go home to pick up her gateway bag
that was securely hidden in her bathroom and head straight to the airport,
never to return.
Her
baby and herself would finally be safe.
((~~!~~))
Yet, here she was, watching herself in the
mirror. He knew. He had caught her, and he would never let her go.
She
had been violated and abused. Humiliated and shamed.
Now,
she was trapped.
Julian
March 2004. Darling Point. Sydney.
Australia.
“
I
want a divorce,
”
Julian said, staring at her harshly.
“
What?
”
The woman quipped, stopping pouring
water in the glass she was holding in her hand.
“
Actually, I've already spoken to Todd and
he's drawing the papers as I speak.
”
he continued, undisturbed.
“
But, why?
”
she asked, wide-eyes, letting the glass
hit the coffee table with a loud noise, as her hands began to shake.
“
You really don't know? You're actually
going to pretend you have no idea why I want your sorry ass out of my life?
”
he asked with a sinister smile gracing
his handsome features.
Her
grey eyes were shining with anger, but also fear.
Could
it be...?
“
No Julian, I have no idea, so please
enlighten me....
”
Belinda McCarty said caustically, feeling herself pale a little.
He
looked at her, disgust all over his face and said one word,
“
Madeline.
”
((~~!~~))
Belinda Carmichael and Julian McCarty had
met on December 19
th
, 2000.
Julian
had just returned from Australia after attending his sister's wedding.
Christmas
was approaching, and as any A-list actor, he was invited to countless parties
on the eve of the New Year.
Gotta
love LA,
he said to himself while getting dressed.
Parties,
sex, money, endless supply of women...
His
latest film had been released only 3 days prior, the critics were
excellent, and the earnings even better...
Life
is good,
he said to himself, inspecting his image
reflected in the full-length mirror of his dressing room.
He
was glad to be back in LA after the debacle Australia had been. He needed to
unwind. He needed some fun.
And,
in about an hour, he would get it. Marcus and Todd were picking him up to take
him to what they promised was the party of all parties.
After
the last altercation with his mother, Julian was more determined than ever to
enjoy his life.
Splashing
a dash of
Acteur
on, he was looking forward to
be out with his boys tonight.
Two hours
later, he was in Venice, perusing the women around the room. He had to hand it
to the boys, they hadn't lied, and the pickings were quite spectacular: red
heads, blondes, brunettes, and even a girl with purple hair. All were beautiful.
Julian
had decided he would start 2001 with someone in his life. He was single and
enjoying it, but sometimes, more often lately, he wished he had someone to come
home to.
His
mother while she didn't know it at the time had hit it on the nail when she
mentioned he might want to follow Ethan's example and get married. He was 33
after all, not getting any younger, and his last marriage had happened 10 years
ago. Maybe the old bat was right, he needed to consider starting anew with
someone and maybe create a family of his own...
He
had purchased his new house in the Hollywood Hills just two months earlier
probably unconsciously already thinking about it.
Twelve
rooms, a pool and a mini maze, were more than enough for one person who
needed a bit of showing off, but ideal for a couple with children had said
the realtor...
Tonight
was about putting himself out there, and what better place to start but a party
with the most beautiful women in town?
Julian
would admit, he was vain in that regards: before wanting to know if a woman was
smart, she needed to pick his interest with her physical attributes!
So,
here he was: a Jim Beam and coke in hand, distractedly talking with a producer
while browsing the people around him.
He
was at count 4, as in 4 women he wanted to sleep with before the night was
over, when his eyes crossed those of a woman who was openly staring at him with
a knowing smile. He nodded his head, finished his sentence, excused himself to
the producer and started to walk in her direction across the room.
He knew he
was in trouble. She was so fucking beautiful, it was distracting.
Unfortunately,
a director who wanted a word with him halted his quest, and by the time he
looked at the spot where the woman had been, she had gone.
Trying
to decide where to go to find her, he unexpectedly heard a voice whisper in his
ear, "Saw something you liked?"
He
turned around, and there she was, in all her majesty.
It
was almost unfair. How could anyone look that perfect?
She
had a pearly white smile, and her eyes were showing mischief.
"Well?"
she demanded.
Caught
red handed, he decided to go with the truth instead of a classic one liner.
He
laughed and said,
“
My
mother seems to think it is time for me to get married! I was assessing the
pool....
”
he chuckled.
"Does
she, now?" came the short reply, added by "Well, why don't we give
her
her
wish?"
Julian's
head tilted, looking at the stranger.
Mesmerizing.
She
was almost his height, and considering he was edging the 6'2, that was
something. She had the clearest grey eyes he'd ever seen, a
classical straight nose, blonde hair with streaks of red in some sort
of artistic bob, a bottle shaped figure, and legs running till tomorrow...
Her
long red dress was simple but hugging her curves at the right places.
The
woman was beautiful, and Julian knew she knew it, as she was examining him with
a smile on her face during his perusal of her body...
"Are
you propositioning me?" he asked smiling.
"Actually,
I am proposing marriage since you are in the market for it..." she echoed.
For
a brief second Julian looked at her. Really observing her, trying to
assess if she was serious or not.
Finally,
he said, "You would make a great poker player!" he grinned, not quite
believing he was having this conversation.
She
gets an A for entertainment
, he thought
"I'm
already a great poker player, but I would make a greater wife..." she
replied, her lips curved in a smile, but her eyes still, serious.
He
finished his drink in one gulp and offering her his arm, said, "Shall we?
”
his eyes matching hers.
After
leaving the party, she indicated she didn't feel like being indoors anymore,
but was hungry, so he drove them up to 26 Beach to grab two Kobe burgers and
two bottles of wine. They ended up at the beach, eating, drinking, and
talking for the better part of the night, until 3:00 a.m. came, and they
realized it was time to part. They saw each other almost every day from then
on, and after a month, Julian felt in love and knew he wanted to marry Belinda.
Within five weeks, she had moved in with him in the house in the Hollywood
Hills.
She
was 29, a former model, turned actress with moderate success in commercial TV
work and cameos in sitcoms, and she had told him, she was ready to commit to a
man and start a family.
Finding
himself on the same wavelength, he asked her to move in and proposed the same
night.
They
were married on Valentine's Day 2001 in Sydney; and, a month later Belinda
announced she was pregnant.
Madeline
Sara McCarty was born August 21 2001.
Julian
who had been filming in the Moroccan desert had to rush back home, as he did
not expect his child to be born a month ahead of her scheduled date, but he was
so worried about Belinda and the baby that he didn't care about the
timing. By the time he got back to LA, Belinda was getting released from
Cedars, taking the baby home. He was the father of a healthy baby girl, that's
all that mattered. He fell in love with his daughter the first time he saw her.
The
baby had inherited her mother's grey eyes, and by all accounts her
blonde hair too. She had a chubby face, and Julian thought she was the
most beautiful baby in the world. He loved Belinda even more for she had given
him the most precious gift a man could receive during a lifetime. If he ever
had doubts about staying married - and yes, he had had wandering thoughts, he
was an actor after all! -, they were eradicated now that he had this
baby. Belinda decided to be a homemaker and fully took on the role of
hands-on mom, forgoing nannies, and being present in her child's life 24/7 for
the first two years of her life. The only help she had was Consuela, his maid,
who became a live-in after Belinda came home with their child. Madeline was
truly her priority; her marriage to Julian coming second. Julian only took on
projects involving domestic or Canadian filming locations. He simply didn't
think being on the other side of the world for weeks was any good for him or
his family and he would miss his daughter too much. Luckily for him, acting
had always been more about having fun than actually working for money - after
all, he was a McCarty-, so people in the industry understood that his A-list
status would not be in jeopardy and affected by these choices.
By
the 3
rd
year of marriage, Belinda and Julian had a well-oiled
routine established; they were parents before being lovers. Julian still loved
his wife, but in a different way. The passion he had felt at the start had
dwindled which he assumed was normal, and Belinda was all about her daughter.
They would still go out together for dinner at least once or twice a week, and
take long vacations together, but she simply was no longer interested in
anything that had to do with the movie or TV industry. Julian found himself
attending work related events on his own or on the arms of any starlet Ari
deemed necessary at the time. He still had his boys, Marcus and Todd to
maintain some extent of social life, but that was about it. His player days
were long gone, and while content with his life, he sometimes found himself
missing the good old days.
His
sister Melissa had given birth to twin daughters just a year earlier, and they
had decided to meet up back home in Australia, so their mother would get the
chance to have all her grandchildren in the same place for the first time; they
all headed home for Christmas 2003.
((~~!~~))
Christmas had gone relatively well between
Julian and his mother as she was really taken with Belinda, and had made a
significant effort to keep the peace for the short two weeks they were all
there. Not once did she mention Ethan, in spite of him being the current
Premier of NSW, as Julian had realized upon arriving home. The only time she
allowed herself to comment on Julian's life and choice of wife was when
she asked him why Belinda was not pregnant with their 2
nd
child
after nearly 3 years of marriage. Julian replied there was no hurry, and this
was none of her business anyway; yet, the remark stayed with him. Back in LA
for the New Year, he asked Belinda if she would be amenable to a having another
child, as he wanted a son in the future. She curtly replied that she simply
didn't see herself be pregnant again, and that Madeline was enough. Julian was
quite taken aback and asked her to reconsider within the next twelve months.
She promised she would. Julian decided to pull all the stops in order to
recreate the romance between him and his wife, so she would indeed fall
pregnant within the next six months. He became a more attentive husband instead
of just being a parent to Madeline and a living companion to his wife. It seems
after two months of flowers, gifts, and constant attention, Belinda
was just about to cave in to his request, when a phone call from her mother in
Chicago, informing her that her father had been in a serious car accident,
forced her to leave LA for an undetermined length of time. It was decided
Madeline would remain with Julian in Los Angeles until Belinda's return,
as she didn't want her little girl exposed to the harsh realities of sick
relatives at such a young age.