TW: Milly’s Story contains Coercive Behaviour
Hunter’s voice slurred as he cursed the driver, slamming the door. He stumbled up the stairs to the front door. His legs were unsteady with celebratory alcohol. Securing a contract to perform at a high-end club was a step towards his musical dreams. He swung open the door, expecting Milly to rush to him since he had messaged with the good news. They could fall into bed, where she would do all the hard work. Milly shushed him, a tiny toddler curled up beside and cartoons playing on the TV. Hunter sobered at the sight. Selena should be sleeping in her bed. Toddlers were difficult, and an exhausted one would throw a tantrum. Selena would grow to be a pathetic manipulative woman with tears coming easy. This would upset James, and he would grow to think it was normal for women to cry. He would succumb to their foolish demands. The world would fall apart as he and every other man tried to please an emotional woman.
Milly wanted to explain how Selena suffered a nightmare. They indulged in warm, full-fat milk, comforting hugs and cuddled her favourite toy. Hunter breathed through his nose, snorting like a bull seeing red. On unsteady legs, he tried to assert himself, snatching up his daughter. Milly stiffened, fearing Hunter would drop Selena. The child sobbed at the abrupt awakening. She squirmed in his arms, begging for her mummy. Hunter snarled, unsympathetic to the quivering lips and tears. Upstairs, Milly heard him yell to silence Selena, but it woke James. A ranted, slurred speech brought quiet to the house, and Milly awaited her turn.
She tiptoed up the stairs, careful to avoid the creaky panels. Her heart raced, thundering against her chest. Milly rubbed her stomach. She could feel the squeeze. Ripples of electricity across her bump, but Milly was thirty weeks and far from ready. Muffled sobs came from the twin’s bedroom. A wave of guilt gripped her throat. Milly wanted to comfort her babies.
Hunter appeared as her hand touched the door. Her selfish behaviour was unbearable. She spent her days with the twins, teaching and playing. When they slept, all those things solidified in their minds. The evenings and nights were for the adults. Her irresponsible attitude would have a damaging effect on Selena. Milly was a pathetic role model, unable to manage the house and see her children receive the best care. Hunter closed the gap, forcing Milly to press herself against the wall. Selena would have children one day, and this worried him. Milly was a negative influence. He had a mind to kick her out once the baby was born. She felt the warmth of his hand against her stomach. The stench of his alcoholic breath made her nauseous. She clenched her fists, fighting the urge to vomit and cry.
Hunter kept his face an inch from hers, spitting and ashamed to call her his wife. He would have found another woman to take her place, but love had bound them together. Stroking her cheek, Hunter kissed her soft, plump lips. Milly had beautiful features, ones he hoped would pass on to their children. He hated to berate her, to scold her behaviour. She acted like a spoilt child, wanting to play with her favourite toys. It was wrong of her to favour Selena over James. What will happen when the baby is born? Milly needed to divide herself and show equal love to them. She must never forget her duty is always to her husband. His needs come above all others. The children will grow, leave and have families. Milly will remain with him, so their love needs to be strong.
Milly swallowed the pain of his words, feeling his hand move and the unlinking of his belt. Kneeling was hard. Her body did not move the way she wanted. Hunter huffed, his impatience served to make Milly stumble. Her knees hit the floor with a thump. It was her duty to serve her husband, to give him pleasure as an object of desire. Milly felt sick. The smell of sweat and cigarettes filled her nose. The pain in her stomach grew, akin to the contractions of her first pregnancy. Hunter’s grimy hands were grabbing handfuls of her hair. The other hand rested on the wall, separating them from the twins. Milly wished she had remained downstairs. The carpet prickled her knees. It felt hard and unyielding, like her husband. Milly squeezed her eyes tight until the moment came. Hunter patted her on the head. She was a good girl, but one still in need of punishment. He handed her a blanket and sent her downstairs.
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