Water Ch. 243 - Tuesdays Just Might Go My Way

 

 

 

The plane trip home was pretty uneventful, so much in fact that Beth dozed off.  When it was time to land, the flight attendant woke her so she could prepare for landing. 

 

Her car was there waiting for her, from when she left it weeks ago when she left for Greece.  She drives home, stopping at the grocery store to get something for dinner and a bottle of wine.  She had a long day.  She wanted to eat, take a hot bath and crawl between her sheets and fall fast asleep. 

 

Beth made herself a salmon fillet on the grill, fresh tossed salad with vinaigrette and poured herself a glass of Pinot.  With her dinner in hand, she walked down the hallway and entered her bedroom.  Flipping the light switch on with her elbow, she walks over and sets her dinner on her bed.  She grabbed the remote and turned on the news.  She was a news junkie, watched and listened to it as often as she could.  When she settles on a spot on her bed, she grabs her dinner and eats every bite that she made.  I was hungrier than I thought I was.

 

She gets back up and putters about the house while she waits for Jon to call, which could be anytime.  She cleans up the kitchen, unpacks her bags and does a load of laundry.  When she has one in the washer and the drier, she sits at her kitchen table and goes through 3 weeks of mail.  Throwing away all junk mail, she starts a pile for bills and a pile for things that require her attention.  Once she's done with that, she takes a walk out back on the beach.  She loves that she lives on the ocean, but she's bummed that this view and beach wasn't as nice as the one she had before she lost the twins.  She missed her old house.  She missed many aspects of her old life.

 

Walking along the beach, with her cell phone in hand, she takes the quiet time and reflects on what has happened over the past few weeks.  She went from being happy in a sexless relationship with Dalton to a life full of chaos and awesome sex, with Jon again.  Most would be knocked off their feet by the quick transition, but Beth thought she was a pro at it.  She was seasoned to the Bon Jovi way of life.  She thought.

 

Their relationship was tested time and time again and when it got to heavy or to complicated, Beth would do the easiest - she would run.  This last time though, she was pushed.   Pushed to the edge and couldn't take anymore.  Losing all trust that she had in Jon was a bitter pill to swallow, and she knows that Melissa was from a hard and dark time in his life.  She can forgive that.  What she's struggling with is that he didn't tell her.  All along she thought they told each other everything and to find out like she did, made it hurt even worse.  Beth knows that Jon would never set out to hurt her, he would avoid it at all costs; but he mentally struggled with telling her about Melissa.  He had hoped that she would just fade away and he'd never have to deal with her.  He was wrong.

 

Thinking about the relationship that she had with Dalton, it was sexless and lacked excitement, but she never wondered with him.  She knew that what he said is what he meant and he meant what he said.  He was an open book to her and her trust was solid.  She never questioned him or what he was doing.  They maintained separate places and only seen each other a couple of times during the week, if that.  So, Beth was used to and okay with being alone for days at a time.  She stayed busy with work and started volunteering at a shelter for battered women.  She was looking forward to going back in a couple of days.  She wondered if the ladies at the shelter missed her while she was off with Jon.  The stories that she'll share with them will make them all smile and hopefully they will help them in knowing that you can be in a crazy relationship and it doesn't have to hurt.

 

Beth decides to turn back and head toward the house when she realizes that she's the only one on the beach.   Night is falling, the winding is kicking up and the sky is a dark pink.  She loves the breeze, even though it's making her hair stick to her lips; in her chap stick.  Looking at the time on her phone and doing the math in her head, she thinks that Jon should be calling anytime; it's almost 11:pm in New Jersey.

 

She makes her way home, stopping on the deck to water the flowers that she planted before she left.  She was happy to see that the landscaper took care of them while she was away. When she finishes with her outside distractions, she goes in and decides to take a shower and get ready for bed.  She hasn't decided if she's going to go in to work in the morning.  With her cell phone, in her hand again, she makes her way to her bathroom and starts the water.  Making sure she has what she needs, she gets in and runs the razor over the necessary parts, washes and quickly gets out.  She doesn't want to risk missing Jon's call.  It's only been mere hours but she misses him madly.  Wrapping her hair in a towel and putting her bathrobe on, she takes a washcloth and wipes the steam off the mirror.  And she hears, "It's about time you got home, bitch!" She catches a glimpse in the mirror as she turns around to see that it's Dalton.

 

As soon as she is facing him, she feels the bitter crack of a slap across the face.  He hits her so hard, she falls onto the bathroom counter.  She's stunned, slapped into a daze.  A few seconds later she realizes what's going on, but it was too late.  Dalton walked up to her and covered her mouth with his left hand.  "If you scream, I'll cut your throat."  Then he flashes a knife in her face. 

 

Her heart is racing and she's scared to death.  She tries to push him off, push him away but he's too big, far too strong.  Her screams are silenced as he picks her up off the counter and takes her into her bedroom.  The towel falls off of her hair.  When he gets to the edge of the bed, he tells her again, "If you say a word, I swear to God I'll kill you."  Dropping her on the bed, "You fucking cheat on me with that asshole?"

 

Beth is on her back, trying to crawl backwards to get to the phone, but Dalton was to fast.  Grabbing her by her ankles, he yanks her back to him and says, "You don't have sex with me, but you'll fly to Greece to fuck him.?'

 

"Dalton, don't do this." she begs, "Dalton, I'm sorry."

 

"Shut the fuck up."  he says as he reaches down and grabs her hands.  Her terror gets worse when she looks into his eyes, she can't stop from crying.

 

"Dalton........" he slaps her again.  This one cracked a little harder and stung a little deeper.  This time he followed it up with another and she fell back on the bed.  With a hand on each cheek, she cries even harder as she starts to feel her anger. She starts kicking with all her might in every direction, she just went crazy.  Again, she's over powered by Dalton and loses the battle when he climbs up on her and tries to kiss her.

 

"Please don't do this." she begs with a whisper.  He mashes his lips into hers, stopping her from talking.  She moves her head and tries to keep his lips off of her, until he garbs a handful of her hair.  Holding her head in place, he again kisses her lips but then he tells her, "I've never seen this body."  He raises himself enough to pull open her robe and look at her naked body.  He had watched her shower and psyched himself up for what he is about to do. 

 

"For months you paraded around in front of me in your short shorts and your bikini, never once letting me touch you, taste you or feel you.  FOR MONTHS!" he backhands her, splitting her lip.  She cries out, and he quickly covers her mouth again.  "Then you feel that you need a vacation and you fuck him in Greece.  WHAT GOD DAMN IT is so wrong with me?" he yells at her.

 

With his hand over her mouth, she tries say, "Nothing."  But she couldn't even do that.  The pressure was to hard on her mouth, she was finding it hard to breathe.  Her tears are rolling down her face and the urge to vomit is strong.  She realizes what's about to happen and her heart races to where she thinks it might jump out of her chest.  She's thinking God please don't let this happen, please don't let this happen. 

 

With the worst look of hate that she's seen in any one's her fear increases when he says, "Are you ready for me?"

 

She closes her eyes and holds her breath when she feels his knee separating her legs.  She tries to keep her legs together and fight him off.  She's quickly losing strength.  With one hand he holds both of her hands above her head and with the other he reaches down and unfastens his pants.  "I waited too long for this, for you, "as he struggles to put a condom on',  to just take it away from me."  Placing the knife next to her head on the bed.  "Make a sound and I will kill you."

 

Beth can feel herself fading fast, going to the place where no one is hurting her.  She's going to a place that's safe for her.  She's with Rowan and Spencer in a country field, all three are running to a tree swing.  Beth is behind the girls chasing them and she is in her happy place.  No one can hurt her here, not even Dalton. 

 

Ramming his rock hard dick into her, she squeezes her eyes shut tight and literally holds her breath.  Dalton didn't care that he was hurting her, he didn't care that he was killing her on the inside.  He wanted her and he was taking her, "Does he give it to you like this?  Do you like it when he fucks you hard like this?"

 

Beth is pushing Rowan on the swing soaking up the sound of her daughters laughter. 

 

"You could have had this for months, you stupid bitch."

 

Beth struggles and tries to break free.  She gets one hand loose and starts to hit him in the head.  With each blow that she delivered to his head, it enraged Dalton even more.  She doesn't have a free hand for long.  He regains control of her and finishes what he started out to do..... hurt her, humiliate her and ruin any chance that she may have at a happy relationship with Jon. 

 

"Please stop, please stop." is all she can mumble.  She's crying so hard she can hardly breathe.  "Dalton, you're hurting me."

 

With as much force as he could put behind his ass, he rams her very hard and says, "Am I hurting you like you did me?  Am I humiliating you like you and that asshole did?"

 

He pulls out and cums on her stomach, laying on her like they were a couple and had just had great sex and were exhausted.  Beth doesn't move a muscle or say a word.  She knows that the knife is still by her head.   "Get in the shower." he tells her as he rolls off the top of her.  She jumps right up and does what she is told, because the man before he is acting in a way that she never thought possible.  He had just forced himself on her, she has no idea what he's truly capable and doesn't want to push him.  "Wash your whole body, hot water."  He reaches in and adjusts the water temperature.  The water is burning her as she scrubs him off of her body.  She's crying and fight the urge to vomit still, trying to get this over with so he will leave.

 

She was in the shower long enough now that the water was cold.   Dalton was sitting on the toilet and Beth could tell he was trying to figure out his next move.  She sits on the seat in the shower and waits for his next direction, terrified.  He gets up and walks to the shower opening.  He sees that he's hurt her, that he's humiliated her and that she's scared.  "If you tell anyone about this, you will regret it.  I know people that can make you fucking disappear without a trace.  Do I make myself clear, bitch?"

 

Beth nods.

 

"Try having a good life with that asshole now." he grabs his knife off

the counter and leaves.  He's confident that all fluids are down the drain and there is no proof that they had sex.  Of course his DNA would be there, he visited her often when they dated.

 

She sits in the shower freezing for what felt like hours.  Her thoughts and her feelings were all over the place.  She gathers enough courage to get out of the shower and put her robe back on.  With it on, she walks through the house and makes sure that he is gone.  When she's satisfied that he's gone, she alarms the code and retreats to the guest bedroom.  She wants no part of her bedroom.  She sits on the bed in the dark and cries, sobbing so hard she can hardly catch her breath.  Sobbing so hard she can't think straight.  She needs Jon.  She needs to call Jon.