Michelle had been sound asleep when the phone rang.

She covered her head with her pillow in an effort to block out the noise, but the phone continued to ring.

Finally, when she couldn't take it anymore, she reached over and grabbed the phone.

"Hello?" she answered, rather annoyed.

"Hey. It's Steph. Were you still sleeping?"

"Yeah. What's up?" she asked, as she pulled the pillow off her head and rolled over on her back.

"You were susposed to be here 20 mins ago." 

"Shit! I completely forgot."

"Well, hurry up and get here. Class is starting in an hour." 

With all the events of last night, she had completely forgotten that she traded shifts with Kelly.

Throwing her covers off, she stood up and headed to the mirror.

The color immeadiately drained from her face when she saw her cheek. 

She hadn't seen what he had done to her until now.

"Oh my god." she said, as she tucked her hair behind her ear to get a good look.

"What?" Stephanie asked.

"Nothing. I was just talking to myself." she replied, still in shock.

"Well....are you coming?"

She knew she needed to get to work, but she couldn't go in looking like that.

"Steph, I don't think I can. I really don't feel well." 

"It's only one class. You can't come in for just an hour to help out in Marty's class?"

The second she said Marty, she knew she needed to go in. 

Marty's classes had been overbooked for the month, and he needed to have atleast one assistant in every class. 

Plus he had helped her out of a jam yesterday, the least she could do was return the favor.

"Ok. I'll be there as soon as I can." 

"Good. I'll let Marty know that you are on your way."

"Thanks."

She sat the phone down on her dresser and headed into the shower. 

"I just know I'm asking for trouble going in there today." she told herself, as she turned the water on letting it run down her body.

She knew the second she walked in the door, people would notice her cheek and ask her what happened.

She certainly couldn't tell them that Wade had hit her. 

She would have to make something up.

Once she finished showering, she got dressed and headed into the bathroom to try to cover up the bruise.

It wasn't completely hidden, but it looked a lot better than it did before the makeup.

Quickly grabbing her bag, she ran out of her room.

She only had 15 minutes left to get to work. 

As she headed down the stairs, her eyes scanned the room in search of her keys.

Finally, when she reached the bottom, she spotted them laying on the kitchen counter.

In one quick motion, she snatched her keys and headed out the door.

She knew she was going to be cutting it close.

As long as she got there before Marty's class started, she would be happy.

With a few minutes to spare she pulled into the parking lot at MC.

She jumped out of the car and grabbed her bag, throwing it over her shoulder as she shut the door and headed inside.

She silently said a prayer to herself that she could make it to the classroom without running into anyone.

Classes had been underway for a few hours now, so there was a good chance that the lobby would be empty.

She took a deep breath and pulled the door open.

"Yes." she said to herself, as she quickly headed down the hall to the classroom where Marty's was conducting class.

When she got to the door, Marty was just getting the class ready for their warm-up stretches.

She walked in and sat her bag down on the floor next to Marty's, before heading to his side at the front of the class.

"Nice to see you made it" he said teasingly, as he nudged her in the side.

"Barely." she said, as she joined in on the stretching excercises.

A little over an hour later, the class finally wrapped up.

Michelle grabbed her water and headed to the back of the studio to gather her stuff.

Just as she was placing the last item in her bag, she heard someone walk up behind her.

She threw the strap of her bag over her shoulder and stood up.

As she turned around, she saw that it was Marty.

He was standing there looking at her with a puzzled look on his face. 

"So, are you ready to tell me what had you so upset yesterday?" 

"No, not really." she said, as she took a step around him and headed for the door.

He quickly turned around and ran back up to her, stopping in front of her.

"Ok then. Care to tell me how you got that mark on your face?"

Her mind drew a blank. She couldn't remember what she was going to say.

When he hadn't said anything earlier, she had just put it out of her mind.

Now she had to think quick, she needed an excuse......and it needed to be good.

Before she could say anything, he crossed his arms and stared at her.

This wasn't going to work.

She knew he would see right through her.

"Look. I'm fine, but thanks for your concern." she said, as stepped around him again and headed toward the door.

"Michelle.....wait." he called to her, but she was already walking out the door.

He ran out the door after her and caught her in the parking lot as she was getting in her car.

"What the hell is going on?" he asked, as she threw her bag on the passenger seat and got in.

"Nothing. Look I have to go." 

He reached forward and grabbed her door before she could shut it.

"Marty, please. I have to be somewhere." she said, as she looked up at him.

"I know something is going on. Why won't you talk to me? Don't you trust me?"

"Marty, I just can't. I have to go."

Seeing that his prying was only upsetting her, he let go of her door, and watched as she drove away.

Now, he definetly knew something was going on.

One way or another, he would find out what it was. 

CHAPTER 17

After she pulled out of the parking lot, Marty walked back inside MC to grab his stuff.

"Hey. What the hell were you running for?" Steph asked him, as he walked down the hall.

"I was running after Michelle."

"Why?"

He stood there for a second and thought about it. 

He didn't know exactly what was going on with her, so it wasn't his place to say anything. 

"Listen, do you know if she is seeing anyone?" he asked, trying to be casual so that he didn't peek her interest.

"No. I try and keep out of people's personal lives."

After Wade's fit on the other staff members for opening their mouths, she wasn't going to say a word about the two of them being an item.

"Ok. Thanks anyway." Marty said, as he continued down the hall toward the classroom.

Stephanie followed behind him, slightly intrigued.

"Why do you want to know? Are you interested in her?"

"No. I was just curious, that's all."

He bent down and picked up his bag, as she stood there watching him.

He knew if he didn't leave, the conversation would start to reveal the real reason for his questions.

"Ok. I'll see you tomorrow Steph." he said, as he headed out the door.

"Ok. See ya." she said, completely baffled by the conversation.

She just couldn't figure out why he would ask about her love life. Especially if he said he wasn't interested.

She stood there a second and then decided to just forget about it. 

After all, it was none of her business.

She turned around and headed back to the lobby.

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As Michelle was driving, her cell phone rang.

She grabbed it out of her pocket and looked at the caller ID. 

It was Wade.

She pressed the button and placed it to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Hey. Where are you?" 

"On my way to your house, why?"

"Justin just called. He wants to see the choreography tomorrow."

"Why tomorrow? I thought we had a week."

"Yeah, well he needs to go out of town for a few days and he would like to see it before he leaves."

"Ok. I'll be there as soon as I can."

She hung up the phone and placed it back in her pocket.

They technically had the choreography finished, they were just working on some different options for his song "Right for me". 

They had two versions.

One that focused on just him and one that focused on him with a female dancer.

It would ultimately be Justin's decision on which one to use, but Wade was going to push for the second one.

After about 20 minutes of driving, she pulled up to his house and got out.

As she walked up the sidewalk, she felt a rush of uncertainty come over her.

She didn't know how she was going to feel when she saw him.

So many emotions had been running through her when he left her apartment last night.

After he left, she tried to convince herself that he really loved her and that he would never hit her again.

Unfortunetly, she wasn't sure she believed it herself.

While she was standing there deep in thought, Wade opened the door.

"Are you planning on coming in or what?" he asked, as he stepped out the door and walked toward her.

"Yeah. I just zoned out I guess."

"Well, let's go. We don't have alot of time." he said, as he took her bag and headed towards the door.

When he reached the steps, he noticed that she wasn't behind him.

Placing her bag down, he walked back towards her.

"What's wrong?" he asked, as he stood in front of her with his arms crossed. 

Instantly the tone in his voice made her sick to her stomach.

"I don't know." she mumbled softly.

"Is this about last night?" he asked, as he took a step closer to her.

She could feel her heart begin to race inside her chest.

She knew her hesitation was because of last night, but she didn't dare tell him that.

Over and over in her mind she replayed the events that unfolded after she upset him the first time.

She wasn't about to risk going through that again.

Instead, she kept her feelings to herself and shook her head 'no'.

"Then get in the house." he said coldly, as motioned toward the door.

She just felt like just breaking down and crying.

How had this happened.

How did she go from loving every moment she spent with him to now fearing every moment she spent with him.

A single tear rolled down her cheek ,as she slowly walked up the steps and into the house.

Wade immeadiately followed behind her, only stopping briefly to pick her bag back up off the steps.

Once inside, he sat her bag down on the floor and pulled her to him.

"You know I love you don't you?" he asked, as he gazed down at her.

She looked up, unsure of what to say.

She thought he loved her, but now....she wasn't sure.

Worried about stirring things up, she replied with what she thought he wanted to hear.

"Yeah. I know you love me." 

"Ok then. Come on. We will never get any work done here." he said, as he placed a kiss to the top of head and led her to the studio.

When they got to the studio, Wade walked over to get the music ready while she pulled her hair back.

Once he got it set up, he walked over to join her in the center of the floor.

Briefly he went over the moves with her that he had been working on for "Right for me."

There were only a couple differences from the original ones, so it was easy to pick up.

They continued to practice for the next few hours, working out all the rough spots.

After all, Wade would settle for nothing less than perfection when it came to his choreography.

That much was obvious from the beginning.

Finally, when he was satisfied that the routine was what he wanted it to be, he called it a night.

"Do you want to head to a club tonight?" he asked, as he walked over to her.

"I really don't feel up to it tonight." she said, as she leaned back against the wall.

"Come on. Just for a few hours." 

She thought about it for a second then decided it would be good for her to get out and relax.

"Ok. Just a few hours." she said, as she picked up her bag.

"Where are you going?" he asked, as he followed her into the hall.

"Home to change. I can't go like this." 

"Are you coming back here or do you want me to pick you up? Wade asked.

"How about I meet you there. That way if you want to stay longer you can." she said, as she opened the door and headed to her car.

"That's fine. Say around 9:00?" Wade replied.

She threw her bag on the passenger seat and turned toward Wade.

"Sounds good. I'll see you then." 

As she was about to get in her car, Wade grabbed her by her arm and pulled her back toward him. 

Before she had time to react, he cradled her face in both of his hands and passionately kissed her.

The fear that was about to set in, quickly faded away and she allowed herself to enjoy the moment.

Wrapping her arms around his waist, she let go of every reservation she had about being with him. 

Being in his arms, just....... felt right.

When he finally let go of her, she gazed up at him.

There he was. The Wade that she fell in love with smiling down at her.

If she had any doubt about how he felt, she now knew.

He loved her, she could see it in his eyes.

It was at that very moment , that she knew she would stay with him.

Whatever problems they had, they could work them out.

To her, he was worth it.

CHAPTER 18

When Michelle returned to her apartment, she walked into the kitchen to check her machine for messages.

She was hoping to get a call from Jenna, but instead found a message from Marty.

"Michelle. It's Marty. Listen, I know something is going on with you and I'm not going to give up until you tell me. You can trust me. Don't let things get worse. Call me when you get this....please."

Michelle stood there for a second, listening to the message over and over in her head.

Marty obviously had some clue of what was going on.

Although it wasn't hard to figure it out.

When you go in to work with a bruise on your face and run out of there when someone asks about it, your bound to raise questions.

She figuerd that he knew someone had hit her.

Question was, did he know who that person was.

From the message he left, she was guessing he didn't.

And she was determined to keep it that way.

The last thing she wanted to do was cause problems between him and Wade at work.

She sighed, as she erased the message and headed into the shower to get ready.

She wasn't going to call him back.

She figured if she just refused to talk about it, he would drop the subject.

Plus, her and Wade were fine now.

There wasn't any reason for Marty to worry.

Wade made a mistake and she was sure it would never happen again.

She had finally convinced herself of that fact after she saw the look in Wade's eyes earlier.

The look that told her that he loved her.

She sat her keys down on the table and headed upstairs to get a shower.

She was getting excited about going out tonight. 

After the all the choas the other day, she really needed this.

Once she was finished, she wrapped a towel around her and headed into her bedroom to get ready.

She walked over to her closet and pulled the doors open.

Walking inside, she started to go through the outfits one by one.

After she had tried on almost every outfit she owned, she finally settled on one.

It was a low cut, blue dress that fit her perfectly.

The top of the dress was very form fitting, but the bottom had alot of movement to it.

It was the ideal dress for dancing.

She took the dress off the hanger and walked back toward the mirror.

Slipping the dress on, she turned around to get a good look from all sides.

"This is the one." she told herself, as she headed back into the closet to find the perfect pair of shoes. 

After a few minutes she walked over to the bed carrying a pair of black heels that laced part way up her calves.

Once she got both shoes on and laced up, she walked back to the mirror to get one final look.

Pleased with the result, she walked back into the bathroom to finish getting ready.

A half an hour later, she was ready to go.

As she was heading downstairs to grab her purse and keys, her phone rang.

She debated on whether she was going to answer it or not, but finally after five rings she decided to pick it up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's me." Wade said on the other end.

"What's up?"

"Nothing. I just wanted to tell you that I am going to be running a little late."

"How late?" she asked, as she sat her purse back down on the table.

"About an hour. I have a few business matters that I need to take care of first."

"Ok. Well.... I guess I will see you there later then." she said, almost as if she was asking him rather than telling him.

"Uh....Are you going to head up there now anyway?" he asked, bothered by the fact that she would go without him.

Before she could answer, he had another call coming in.

"Hold on a sec." he said, as he clicked over to answer the other line.

After a few seconds he clicked back.

"Look I have to take this call. I'll be done in a hour or so."

"Ok." she managed to get out, before she heard him hang up.

She sat the phone back down and stood there for a second.

Was she susposed to wait till for him or was it ok for her to head to the club now?

She wasn't sure.

After some thought, she picked her purse back up off the table and headed out the door.

She figured there was no use in sitting around waiting for an hour.

She was already dressed and ready to go.

Besides, more than likely, there would be plenty of familiar faces at the club and she could kill time with them until Wade got there.

She hopped into her car and started it up.

The second the car started, her favorite song came on the radio.

She reached over and turned up the volume, as she started to sing along.

She was so into the song that she didn't even realize that her cell phone had started to ring.

She just kept on singing and jamming to the beat.

Finally, after six rings, it stopped.

Moments later, a tone went off informing her that she had voicemail, but that too had gone unnoticed.

Finally, after 20 minutes of driving, not to mention singing and dancing, she pulled into the parking lot of the club.

She turned the car off and reached over to grab her phone. 

Throwing the phone in her purse along with her keys, she opened the door and got out.

Completely unaware of the voicemail left for her, she shut her car door and walked into the club.

CHAPTER 19

When Wade finished the phone call that had interupted his conversation with Michelle, he hung up and tried to call her back.

First, he tried to reach her at home but didn't get an answer.

He figured she must have stepped out for a minute, so he tried her cell.

Again....no answer.

By the time her voicemail finally picked up, he was rather annoyed.

He hated leaving messages, but figured he better.

"Hey, it's me. I know our call got cut short, so I wanted to give you a call back. Anyway, just hang out at your apartment. I shouldn't be long. Besides, I don't want any trouble tonight and If you ended up going to the club yourself, I'm sure there would be. So look, just hang tight and I'll give you a call when I am done."

He hung the phone up and headed into the studio office to grab some papers.

There had been so many things going on around him, it was hard to keep track of everything.

With all his focus on choreographing Justin's tour, he almost forgot about the other things he had lined up.

Organization had always been one of Wade's strong suits, but now for some reason, things were falling apart around him.

He opened his planner and grabbed the phone.

There were alot of calls he would need to make to get things back on track.

He was sure that he would have to juggle a few things over the next couple of weeks, but he had made the committments and was going to stand by them.

Finally, after a stressful 45 minutes of making phone calls, he was finished.

He sat the phone down and leaned back on his chair kicking his feet up on the desk.

He had developed a horrible headache half way through his calls and it was only getting worse.

All he wanted to do was take some aspirin and lay down.

The club idea was definetly not an option now

He would just call Michelle and tell her to come over. 

Surely she wouldn't mind staying in tonight if he told her he wasn't feeling well, he thought to himself.

With a heavy sigh, he swung his legs off the desk and sat back up.

Grabbing the phone he dialed the number to her house.

Still no answer.

Shaking his head in frustration, he hung up and dialed her cell.

After a few rings, the phone kicked into voicemail again.

He slammed the phone down and headed into the livingroom.

Grabbing his jacket off the back of the chair, he picked up his keys and headed to his truck.

The night had already taken it's toll on him and he wasn't in the mood to deal with this right now.

She was susposed to be at home waiting for his call.

Instantly, the thought crossed his mind that she may have went to the club without him.

If that was the case, all hell was going to break loose.

This was not the night for her to try and test him, and if she thought it was......he would have no problem proving her wrong.

Tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, he headed to the club. 

It wasn't long before he pulled into the parking lot and spotted her car.

"You just made the biggest mistake of your life." he said to himself, as he pulled into the empty space next to her car and got out.

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When Michelle walked inside the club, she immeadiately spotted some familiar faces.

Stephanie and a few of her co-workers were there.

That didn't surprise her much, after all, the club was a favorite hot spot of the gang at MC.

As she was on her way over to them, Stephanie spotted her out the corner of her eye.

"Hey girl! I didn't expect to see you here."

"That's funny. I expected to see you here." she said, as she pointed to the bar next them.

"Ha Ha. Very funny." Stephanie said, as she proceeded to order Michelle a drink.

"So, who all is here?" Michelle asked, as she scanned the dance floor for more familiar faces.

"Well so far, from MC, I've only seen Kelly and Marty."

"Marty is here?" 

"Yeah. You know the funniest thing happened earlier. He asked me if you were seeing anyone."

The color must have instantly drained from her face, because Stephanie gave her the wierdest look.

"What!?! What did you tell him?" she said, panic obvious in her voice.

"Nothing, why? What's wrong?"

A sigh of relief passed through her, as she sat her purse down on the bar.

"Nothing is wrong. I just don't want him to know about me and Wade, that's all."

Stephanie studied her for a second, trying to figure out what was really going on.

"I think there is more to it than that. You are both acting really strange. Wait.....Oh my god! Are you cheating on Wade with Marty?"

"NO!"

"Well, then what's going on?" 

Suddenly, a voice came from behind her. 

"Yeah, that is what I would like to know." 

She knew exactly who it was.

"Fuck." she mumbled under her breath, as she turned around to see Marty standing behind her.

"Hey Marty."

"Hey. Did you get my message?"

"Yeah. I did."

"Well, then why didn't you call me back?"

Out of the corner of her eye, Michelle could see that Stephanie was paying close attention to them.

She needed to play it cool.

"I just didn't get a chance."

Marty could tell by Michelle's body language, that she was uncomfortable having this conversation in front of Stephanie.

"Come here. I want to talk to you, alone" he said, as he took her arm and led her outside to the patio.

Once outside, he let go of her arm and stood in front of her.

"Look Marty, I know you are concerned, but trust me.......I'm fine."

"Do you really expect me to believe that?"

"Yes.....I do. It's the truth."

"You know, I don't know WHO hit you, but I know SOMEONE did. Why won't you tell me what is going on?"

"There is nothing to say! I know he won't do it again, so just drop it!" she said, raising her voice in frustration.

"Ok. So you ARE involved with someone. What made him think he could lay a hand on you?"

Great, how did her mouth manage to get that out without checking with her brain first.

"I am not going to have this conversation with you. Thank you for being concerned, but like I said before....I'm fine."

And with that, she pushed past him and headed back to the front of the club.

When she walked back up to the bar, Stephanie was standing there with her eyebrows raised questioningly.

"So....care to tell me what that was all about?"

"Not really." she said, as she chugged down her drink and ordered another.

Stephanie stood there and watched, as Michelle pounded down one drink after another.

"What the fuck is going on!?!" she asked, as she watch her friend start to fall apart right before her eyes.

When Michelle didn't answer, Stephanie sat her drink down on the bar.

If she wasn't going to tell her what was going on, she was going to find out from Marty.

After she walked away, Michelle reached into her purse and pulled out her cell phone to call Wade.

Just as she was about to dial his number, she noticed she had voicemail.

She dialed the number to her mailbox and punched in her security code.

As she listened to Wade's message, she realized that she was not susposed to be at the club.

She needed to get the hell out of there and head back to her apartment.

Slamming her phone shut, she threw it back in her purse and stood up to leave.

Unfortunetly, the second she did, she spotted Wade walking through the door.

"Oh god....please tell me this is not happening." she said, as she watched one of the bouncers point her out to him.

She could tell by the way he was walking towards her, that he was pissed off, and she knew no matter what she said, he wouldn't believe her.

At this point, all she could do, was pray to god that tonight wouldn't be a repeat of the last time she upset him.

CHAPTER 20

Michelle watched in horror as Wade walked toward her never breaking eye contact for a second.

She could see his fists clentched up in his pants pockets and she knew she was in trouble.

She momentarily shut her eyes in an attempt to wake herself from the nightmare she was now living.

Unfortunetly, it wasn't a dream.

She opened her eyes and found Wade standing directly in front of her.

"Having fun?" he asked, as he leaned against the bar.

"Wade...listen, I can explain." 

"Oh, I'm sure you can." he said, as he calmly stood there observing her.

"The problem is, I don't want to hear it. Now let's go." he said, as he stood up and grabbed the back of her arm.

She knew from the hold he had on her, that he was furious, even though the tone of voice would lead her to believe otherwise.

"Wade....please..wait." she said, as she tried to pull her arm away.

He squeezed her arm tighter and pulled her against him.

"I'm telling you right now, don't make a scene. Grab your purse and let's go."

Knowing that he was going to hurt her again, she started crying.

"Knock it off right now! You only have yourself to blame for this." he said, as he tightened his grip and led her out the door.

How did she let this happen.

Her instincts told her to leave when he had hit her the first time, but she didn't listen.

She decided to follow her heart and believe that his hostility was an accident. That it would never happen again.

Except here she was, about to feel his wrath again and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Reaching in his pocket for his keys, he unlocked the passenger side door.

"Get in." he ordered, as he held the door open for her.

It was no use in fighting.

She knew she would only make things worse and that was the last thing she needed.

Once he shut her door, he walked around to the drivers side and got in.

He looked over at her, as she sat there with tears in her eyes.

"I hope your little escapade was worth it." he said, as he started the truck and headed back to his house.

She leaned her head against the window and cried the whole way to his house.

Not once did it faze him.

If she was looking for some sympathy or compassion, she wasn't getting it from him.

Her little stunt was unacceptable and he was not going to stand for it.

It took every restraint he had, to keep from just flipping out on her in the car.

By the time they finally pulled into the driveway at Wade's house, he was at the end of his rope.

"Let's go." he said, as he opened his door and walked around to her side. 

Slowly, she opened the door and stepped out onto the driveway.

The thought had occurred to her to run, but her legs wouldn't move.

He took a hold of her arm again and led her to the front door.

Once he got the door open, he shoved her inside and shut the door behind them.

"What the fuck did you think you were doing!?!" he asked, as he threw his keys down on the table and walked up to her.

"Nothing." 

"Nothing! You call going to the club dressed like a slut nothing!?! You weren't even susposed to be there. You were susposed to be at home waiting for me to call!"

"I didn't know you wanted me to wait for you. I just got your message when you walked throught the door."

"How convienent!"

"Why are you acting like this!" she yelled.

"You better lower your voice right now."

"Or what Wade? What are you going to do? Hit me again?" 

The words were just flowing out of her mouth and she couldn't stop them.

"If you ever lay a hand on me again. I'm gone."

"You little bitch!" he yelled, as he grabbed her by her throat and slammed her into the door. "You aren't going anywhere!" 

"You belong to me. You should know that by now." he said, as he slid his free hand up her dress.

She knew what he was after and she was determined to not let it happen.

Quickly, she brought her knee up and hit him in the groin.

Instantly he released her and dropped to his knees in pain.

"Your going to fuckin pay for that!" he said, as he tried to catch his breath.

Panic set in, as she realized that there was nowhere to run.

She stood there shaking, as she watched him brace himself against the door and stand up.

"Wade I'm sorry!"

"Sorry!?! I'll show you sorry!" he said, as he ran towards her.

She tried to run away, but he caught her by her hair and pulled her to the ground.

He immeadiately jumped on top of her and held her down on the floor.

"Come on! What are you going to do now?" he asked, as she struggled to get out from underneath him.

She knew it was hopeless.

There was no way that she would be able to overpower him and he knew it as well.

The more she tried to break free, the harder he fought back.

As she laid there crying, she knew she had no choice but to give up.

Slowly, she let her body go limp beneath him.

"What's wrong? No fight left in you?" he asked, as he glared down at her smugly.

All she could do was lay there helplessly and sob.

"Oh no you don't! This is far from over!" he said, as he stood up pulling her with him.

"Your going to have to learn one way or the other, that what I say goes!"

He took a hold of her wrist and started pulling her up the stairs.

She knew more than likely he was taking her to his bed.

It was the one place he always had control.

It was his form of punishment for her.

The fact that she had no sexual experience before him left her completely vulnerable and he exploited it.

She was like prey in his bed.

He would have her whatever way he wanted, and she had no choice but to comply.

When he finally got to the top of the stairs, he placed his hand on her back and shoved her toward the bedroom.

"Go!" he yelled.

The force of the shove caused her to loose balance in her heels and she fell, twisting her ankle.

"See what happens when you wear slutty shoes like that! Now get them off!"

He gave her a minute to unlace her shoes and then he threw her over his shoulder.

He was tired of waiting feel himself inside her.

He wanted her. He needed her.

Sex with her was surreal.

It was nothing like he had never experienced before. 

And whether she consented or not, the feeling for him was the same. Euphoric.

He tossed her down on the bed and began to unbutton his jeans. 

"You think you would have learned by now." he said, as he bent over and removed her dress.

She knew what was about to happen and there was nothing she could say or do.

Desperately she tried to seperate her mind from her body. 

It was her only chance of getting through what she knew she was about to endure.

"I guarantee after this, you'll think twice about disobeying me." he said, as he positioned himself between her legs.

Her body tensed up, as she felt him slide inside her.

Fighting back the tears, she turned her face away from him so he could not penetrate her mind.

She could make it through this, she just needed to stay strong.

When he was finally done, he collapsed on the bed next to her and fell asleep.

Looking over at him, she realized she would be spending the night there.

He had brought her to his house and she had no way home.

Quietly, she got out of bed and headed to his dresser to grab a t-shirt to sleep in.

The night air was warm, but her body was cold and she couldn't stop shaking.

Slipping the shirt on, she crawled back under the sheet.

Feeling her shift on the bed, Wade woke up.

He glanced over and saw her curled up, trembling at the edge of the bed.

Reaching over, he put his arm around her waist and pulled her against him.

"You know, I really hate hurting you, but you just seem to push me. I hope you finally realize that I will not tolerate disobedience."

She felt him place a small kiss on the back of neck, as he held onto her tightly.

Softly, she cried herself to sleep, wondering if she would ever have the strength to leave.