27. Margo
Chapter 27
Margo
A s I slowly walk into my house, I was startled by the sound of loud footsteps approaching me.
Ben had sat down on the grand ottoman, staring straight into my very drunk body with fury in his eyes.
I had totally forgotten that I had accepted his proposal, when all that ran through my mind was Liam and his determination.
Even if I did just end things tonight, that didn’t mean that it was truly over.
“Where have you been?” He raised his voice as I stumbled towards him on the couch that sat next to the ottoman.
“I’m sorry I just went out with a couple of my friends, it got late, and a friend took me home.” I defended as he rolled his eyes.
This was definitely a side of Ben that I had never saw.
“Did I give you permission to go out?” He sneered as my whole body took a step back from him.
“Excuse me?” I let out a small huff as his eyes narrowed down on my body.
“Do I really have to repeat myself to your thick head?” He stepped closer as my body stayed completely still.
It was like I was getting hit by the worst-case scenario.
“Margo, I don’t think I gave you permission to go out.” He once again repeated it.
“Ben, who are you to think you can speak to me like that?” I walked closer.
His smile grew more wicked.
“I think that I’m the guy that looks picture perfect to your family.” He let out.
“I’ll just tell them that you aren’t who you say you are.” I said it so vigorously, so ready to bust him and so ready to bust out of this planned engagement.
“Oh, but you can’t.” He said it so plainly.
I couldn’t say anything more.
“I’m the guy that’s saving your father from going broke, Margo. My family has your family under a leash… and frankly… I have you on a fucking collar.” He grinned.
I’m pretty sure my eyes filled with horror as he walked closer towards me. His hand reached under my chin; he lifted it up so my eyes could reach his.
“I basically own you now Margo. The one thing that Willian Brookshire can’t have. I have all to myself, and that means you do as I tell you.” He bent closer and whispered in my ear.
“So that’s it?” I laughed.
“What is?”
“You’re only messing with my life because you want pay back for Liam. You want something that he can’t have.” I felt defeated in a way that made me want to crawl into a shell and never leave.
Ben walked backwards and took in the view of my body.
His hand grazed my upper thigh, which raised my skirt. He did it with a twinkling eye and a menacing smile.
I felt something churn inside me, like I felt sick to my stomach.
Of course this would happen to me.
“Why?” I asked him.
“Why did I pick you to mess with?” He laughed, “Because, why the fuck not?”
I could only stare back, I could only really look at him with shock, resting on my face.
Liam was right, Ben was a horrible person, and I couldn’t do anything about it because my family needs him.
“But trust me Margo, I’m not a monster… I won’t make you do anything.” He muttered.
I gulped down a lump that formed in my throat.
“If I do fuck you, I want you to want it.” His voice slithered around my brain like venom.
“I would never.” I spit out quickly.
“Oh, you won’t?” He grimaced before he walked closer with a closed fist.
My heart was pulsing, my head was experiencing a rush that I never thought I would feel in my whole entire life.
It was fear, as soon as Ben’s hand lifted, I knew where it would land. His hand made direct contact with my face.
It was like I saw a billion stars flashing around me in the room.
“What was that, again?” Ben pulled my body closer to him by my throat. His hand was wrapped around my throat so stiff and so threatening.
I couldn’t speak, only look at anywhere else but his eyes.
“What was that again, slut?” He said it in a more intense intent.
I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t.
I was sure many people have it worse than I did. I mean I’m best friends with Adrianna for God’s sake; nothing measures to that kind of trauma and pain.
I needed to be strong, and I needed to go through this marriage because my mother and father are counting on me to do so.
I couldn’t back out now, especially when I disappointed them this summer because of Liam. Nothing can get in the way.
No one can get in the way of what my family has built.
“I said I would never.” I pulled away as his hand grew tighter around my neck.
My air way was being blocked, and I could feel my face turning a hue of purple from the lack of oxygen and this discomfort of his grip.
I could tell it was going to leave a bruise tomorrow morning, and I would have to wear a scarf.
“Get away from me.” I forced out as he let go, only to wrap his hand around my wrist and squeeze.
“How about you listen to what I tell you to do from now on, Margo.” He grinned from ear to ear as I felt a single tear run down slowly.
I was in pain.
Not just emotionally.