Michelle stood paralyzed with fear, as the horror of the situation became all too real.

She knew why he was there.

Wade had already proven that he would not tolorate disobedience, and in his eyes she crossed the line earlier.

She hoped that she would of had time to smooth things over.

Unfortunetly, she didn't.

After what seemed like a moment frozen in time, Wade stood up from the chair.

Slowly, he proceeded to walk toward her, tequila bottle in hand

He knew exactly what she was feeling.

Fear.

He could see it in her eyes.

"What's wrong baby? Aren't you happy to see me?" he laughed, as he downed another gulp of tequila.

She could tell that he had been playing host to the bottle for some time now, seeing that it was nearly empty.

Her heart started to race, as each step he took, brought him closer to her.

She tried to back away, but quickly found herself with her back to the wall.

There was no place left for her to go.

He couldn't help but shake his head at her desperate attempt to escape.

"Your fuckin pathetic!" 

Immeadiately, she dropped her head to avoid eye contact.

"You know why I'm here, don't you?" he asked, as he watched her start to tremble before him.

"Wade, please don't do this." she begged, as tears started to form in her eyes.

"Did you think I was kidding when I said this wasn't over!?!"

"No, but......." 

"But nothing. This shit is going to stop.....and it's gonna stop tonight!" he yelled, as he threw the tequila bottle, breaking it on the wall behind her.

Screaming, she covered her head as pieces of glass flew everywhere.

"Shut the fuck up! Hasn't your mouth got you in enought trouble already!?!" he asked, as he shoved her into her dresser.

"Why don't you believe me!?! I told you I didn't say anything!?!" 

Wade's eyes grew wide with rage, as he reached out and grabbed her by her throat.

"Oh...I'm sure you said something, but don't worry. I'm gonna make sure you never open your mouth again."

He was determined to break her spirit at any cost, even if he had to break her body to do it.

In one fluid motion, he pulled her away from the dresser and shoved her to the floor.

Panic set in, as she watched him untuck his shirt and remove his belt.

Bending the belt in half, he walked over and stood above her.

"Oh my god......Wade, please don't." she pleaded, as she quickly scooted backwards.

"Sorry, but your fate is already sealed." he said, as he raised the belt above his head and brought it down forcefully across her.

Screams of pain filled the air, as she tried to shield herself from the punishing blows.

"You will never cross me again! I promise you that!" he yelled, as he continued his assault on her helpless body.

After a few minutes, he threw the belt on the bed and stradled over her body.

"Get up!" 

When she didn't respond to his command, he bent down and grabbed her hair with both hands, pulling her to her feet.

"You don't listen very well do you?"

"Wade..........please.... stop" she struggled to say, as tears streamed down her face.

"Stop!?! I haven't even begun yet!" he screamed, throwing her across the room into the dresser.

Michelle cried out in pain, as her body came crashing down onto the remains of Wade's broken tequila bottle.

As he started to walk over to her, her cell phone started to ring.

"Well, well, well. Could this be loverboy calling?" he snickered, as he turned around to grab her phone.

Picking it up, he glanced at the caller ID.

"Marty Kudelka, imagine that!" he said, as he kicked her in her side.

Michelle curled into a ball coughing, as she fought desperately for air.

"Here! You like to tell him what goes on between us! Answer it and tell him what's going on!" he yelled, as he threw her phone at her.

"Maybe he will come down and I can fuck him up too!" 

"No........Leave him out of this!" she said, as she struggled to pull herself to a semi-upright position.

"What!?! What did you say!?!" he asked, as he grabbed her by her arms and stood her up straight to look at him.

"Leave Marty out of this." 

"You little bitch!" he said, as pushed her back to the ground and jumped on top of her.

"Don't you ever tell me what to do!" he yelled, as he grabbed her by her hair and banged her head off the floor.

She desperately struggled to get free, but it was no use.

Wade had pinned her arms under his knees and she couldn't move.

In a last ditch effort, she tilted her head to the side and bit his wrist as hard as she could.

"Oww! Let go right now!" he demanded, as he moved his other hand to grasp the top of her head.

"Now!!" he yelled, as he watched the color start to change on his arm.

When she failed to do as told, Wade did the unthinkable.

Removing his free hand from her hair, he pulled back his fist and punched her in the face.

Almost instantaneously, her grip on his arm released.

"You fuckin whore!" he yelled, as he stared at the now throbbing wound on his arm.

"Do you see what you did!?!" 

Looking for acknowledgement, he gazed down and saw her lying there motionless.

"Hey!" he yelled, as he grabbed her by her chin and turned her face toward him.

As he did, a small trickle of blood ran from the corner of her mouth.

"God damn it!" he yelled, as he quickly searched for a pulse.

When he found it, he let out a heavy sigh and got off of her.

Wade looked down at his handy work.

He was convinced that he had taught her a lesson she wouldn't soon forget. 

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her across the bedroom floor. 

Once he got her to the bed, he pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket and secured her to the footboard.

"This will keep you put until I get back." he said, as he removed his car keys from his pocket.

"Not that I think your in any shape to go anywhere, but I still can't take any chances." 

Grabbing her cell phone off the floor, he glanced back one more time at her lifeless body before walking out.

CHAPTER 27

A good forty-five minutes had passed before Wade returned to Michelle's apartment.

His arm freshly bandaged, Wade walked back upstairs to her bedroom.

As he walked in, he noticed that she had regained conciousness and was trying to get free from the handcuffs.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

Startled, she glanced over her shoulder and saw him quickly approaching.

Frantically, she pulled at the restraint causing it to cut deeper into her wrist.

"Please don't.........I can't take anymore." she cried, as she slumped back down on the floor.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the key to the handcuffs and crouched down beside her.

"Give me your wrist." he said, as he held out his hand to her.

She ignored him and continued to lay on the floor, crying.

"You wanna stay in it all night!?!" 

Again, she ignored him and closed her eyes.

"Fine! Spend the fuckin night on the floor!" he yelled, as he stormed out the bedroom door.

"Wade! I'm sorry....please....let me out!" 

"You had your chance!" he said, as he continued out the door and down the stairs.

"Wade!" she yelled again, desperation apparent in her voice.

"Please don't leave me up here!"

Wade stopped halfway down the steps and sat down.

As he was listeneing to her beg and plead, a muffled ring came from his pocket.

Leaning to the side, Wade reached down and pulled Michelle's cell phone from his pocket.

Looking at the screen, he confirmed what he already knew.

It was Marty.

"How many times are you gonna call?" he said to himself, as he shoved it back in his pocket.

Annoyed, he stood up and walked back upstairs.

"Why the fuck does he keep calling you!?!" 

"Who?" she asked, as she tried to fight back the tears.

"You fuckin know who! Marty!"

"I don't know." 

"Call your voicemail." he said, as he reached back into his pocket and pulled her phone out.

"Why?" 

"I wanna hear what the fuck he has to say!"

"How do you know the message is from him?" she asked, as she looked up at him.

"Jesus Christ! I know it's from him! Now fuckin do it!"

Her hand shook, as she dialed the number to her voicemail.

After she entered the code, she handed the phone to Wade. 

"You have two messages. Message one....."

"Michelle, it's Marty. I just wanted to make sure everything was ok. You seemed kinda weird when we left Justin's house. So...ummm, give me a call when you get this."

Wade coldly glared down at Michelle, as he erased the message and moved on to the next one.

"Message two....."

"Hey, It's me again. I haven't heard from you yet? I'm starting to worry. Please call me."

Michelle sat there and watched as Wade's expression changed.

"So.....Marty brought you home?" Wade asked, as he shut her phone and sat it on her bed.

She wasn't quiet sure how to answer.

She knew he would be furious at the fact that she drove home with Marty, but she didn't really have any other choice.

As she looked up, it was quiet obvious that he already knew the answer.

Lying to him at this point was not an option.

"Yeah.......he drove me home." she said, as braced herself for Wade's physcial response.

Instead, he crouched back down and removed the handcuff from her wrist.

"I want you to call him and tell him your fine. The last thing I need, is for him to come over here."

Michelle stared at him, as a puzzled look swept over her face.

"Don't question it.....just do it!" he yelled, as he stood up and grabbed the phone from the bed.

"If you in any way suggest that something is wrong....."

Before he had the chance to issue his warning, she cut him off.

"I'll say whatever you want, just please.....no more."

After Wade told her exactly what to tell Marty, he walked over and gazed out the window.

He wanted to stay the night at her place, but after Marty's phone calls he decided that they should head back to his house. 

From there, he could control who she spoke to and who saw her.

Atleast until he left town in a few days to work on choreography for a video shoot.

By then, most of the marks he placed on her would be gone and he wouldn't have to worry about people questioning her.

When he heard her say goodbye, he turned around.

"I want you to pack a bag with whatever you need to spend the next few days at my place."

She knew better than to question to him.

Instead, she nodded her head in acceptance of his order.

"Today! I'm tired and I wanna head home." he said, as he walked back over to the chair that he had occupied earlier that evening.

Michelle grabbed a hold of the foot board and pulled herself up.

It was obvious from her stance that she was in pain, but Wade could care less.

After all, as far as he was concerned, it was her fault.

He sat back arrogantly, as he watched her struggle to make it to her dresser.

Slowly, she grabbed a few articles of clothing and placed them into her gym bag.

As she stood up, she felt a warm feeling run down her back.

Ignoring it, she staggered into the bathroom and grabbed a few more items that she would need.

When she had the last of her things packed, she walked back into the bedroom and sat the bag down on her bed. 

Confused by the still present feeling, she slid her hand down her neck to her back.

Instantly, she felt something wet and pulled her hand back up.

"Oh my god! It's blood!" she screamed, as panic consumed her.

"What!?!" Wade asked, as he stood up and walked over to her.

Frightened, she quickly spun around and held out her hand.

"I have blood all over my back!" 

"Turn around." Wade said, as he unzipped the back of her dress.

"Jesus Christ, you have to change. You can't get in my truck like that."

Michelle slowly turned around and looked at him.

She was in complete shock.

He wasn't worried about her, he was worried that she would get it in his truck.

"What!?!" Wade asked, as he noticed the look on her face.

"Take the dress off, clean yourself up and put something on. I already told you I wanna go home."

Michelle stood there shaking her head in disbelief.

"You don't care?" she asked, as she glanced back down at her hand.

"Not really." he said, as he went into the bathroom to grab a towel.

Tears fell down her cheek, as she stepped out of the blood covered dress.

How could he actually have no remorse for what he did to her.

Bending down, she opened her dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of loose fitting black pants and a V neck t-shirt.

As she was about to straighten up, she heard Wade come up behind her.

"Don't move." 

After he pushed her hair to the side, he placed a damp towel on her back and started to wipe off the blood.

Halfway down her back, she screamed.

Wade pulled the towel away and noticed a small piece of glass embedded in her skin.

"Stay there." he said, as he walked back into her bathroom to grab the first aid kit.

"What are you doing?" 

"You have a piece of glass stuck in you."

"Glass!?!" she asked confused. 

"Yeah, probablly from the broken tequila bottle." 

Instantly, it all sunk in.

She must have cut her back when he threw her across the room.

She remembered landing on the glass from his bottle, but it didn't register until now.

That is where the blood must have come from.

Dropping her head to the dresser, she fought to keep from breaking down.

When he returned, he pulled out a pair of tweezers and grabbed the shard of glass.

As he started to pull it out, her body arched up in response to the pain.

"Hold still!" he yelled, placing one hand on the back of her neck to hold her down.

" It hurts!"

"Quit fuckin complaining! If you knew how to act, we wouldn't even be doing this right now!"

In one swift motion, he pulled the glass from her back and she screamed.

Opening her first aid kit, he pulled out a bandage and placed it on the cut.

"Now, throw something on so we can get out of here." he said, as he turned around to grab her bag from the bed.

"I'll be downstairs. Don't keep me waiting."

Michelle wiped the tears from her eyes and got dressed.

She prayed that she would wake up and realize that it was all some horrible dream, but deep down she knew it wasn't.

It's was her real life nightmare and there was no escape.

Slipping on her shoes, she grabbed her purse and headed downstairs.

When she got to the bottom of the stairs, Wade stood up and walked over to the front door.

"Let's go." he said, as he opened the front door and motioned for her to exit.

Michelle cautiously walked past him and out the door......never once looking back.

CHAPTER 28

The ride back to Wade's house was uneventful.

She was thankful that things didn't heat back up on the way there.

He definetly had reason enough to be pissed.

After all, she did admit to leaving with Marty.

She wasn't sure why he let that go, but she knew it couldn't be good.

If she didn't pay for it now, she undoubtedly would later.

When they arrived at his house, he hit the remote on the garage door opener and pulled his 4x4 inside.

Turning off his truck, Wade glanced over at her.

"Let's go. It's been a long night....thanks to you." 

Slowly, she opened the door and stepped out.

She was tired.

Tired of fighting, tired of being hurt.....just tired.

Wade stood at the front of his truck waiting for her, bag in hand.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Hurry up!"

She shut the door and proceeded to walk toward him.

Tears quickly started to form and she found herself struggling to keep her balance.

Staggering, she grabbed onto the side of his truck for support.

"Wade...I can't." she said, as tears fell from her eyes.

Wade let out a heavy sigh and sat her bag down on the hood of his 4x4.

"It's always something, isn't it?" he asked, as he walked over to where she was standing. 

She stood trembling, unsure of what he was about to do. 

Her body tensed and she quickly her eyes shut, fearing the worst.

"Wade, I'm sorry!"

Before she knew what was happening, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

As she opened her eyes, relief swept through her body. 

For once, he didn't hurt her.

Reaching in his pocket, Wade pulled out his keys and opened the door.

Once he was inside the house, he turned around and kicked the door shut with his foot.

Shoving his keys back in his pocket, he held onto her and headed upstairs to his bedroom.

Other than a soft whimper here and there, she was silent.

When Wade got to his bedroom, he walked inside and flipped the lights on.

Bending down, he slowly lowered her feet to the floor.

A mortified look came over her face, as he grabbed a hold of her shirt and pulled it up over her head.

"Wade.....please don't." she begged, as she tried to cover the now exposed parts of her breasts.

He continued about his task, not faintly acknowledging that he even heard her.

Hooking his fingers inside the waistband of her pants, he slid them down to her feet.

Wade then placed his hands on the top of her shoulders and sat her down on the bed

He croutched down in front of her so he could slide her pants off, as well as her shoes.

In her mind, she was convinced that yet another fight was turning into a sexual conquest.

There was no use in fighting him.

She knew all too well how that scenerio played out.

Hanging her head, she covered her face with her hands.

Desperately she tried to fight back the tears that she knew would soon be consuming her.

It was over.

She had accepted the fact that she now belonged to him.
 

Suddenly, she felt the feel of Wade's fingers along the outside of her thigh.

She opened her eyes and saw Wade tracing one of the many marks he had placed on her with his belt.

It was like he was admiring his work.

Her body flintched, as his finger tips intensified the stinging sensation that accompanied the now present welts. 

When Wade realized that she had been looking at him, he stood up and walked into the bathroom.

A few minutes later, he walked back into the room carrying a roll of gauze and tape.

"Lay down." he told her, as went to his closet and pulled out a t-shirt.

She scooted back on the bed, slightly leaning to the side so that she could lay on her stomach.

A small cry of pain came from her mouth, as she lowered herself onto the bed.

Wade walked over to the bed and removed the now blood soaked bandage from her back.

"Just stay still and I'll be done in a minute."

He then proceeded to place the gauze on her back over the cut.

Ripping a couple pieces of cloth tape, he secured it in place and tossed her the t-shirt.

"Here put this on. Yours had blood on it."

Wade bent down and grabbed her clothes off the floor, as she sat up and slipped the t-shirt over her head.

After she did, she looked up at him hoping to see some sign of remorse..some regret.

Unfortunelty...she didn't.

He just turned away and headed out the door.

Heartbroken and bruised, she sat there and waited for him to return.

He never did.

With a heavy sigh, she gathered the last bit of strength she had and slid into bed.

Wrapping her arms tightly around the pillow, she cried herself to sleep.

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When Wade got down stairs, he threw her clothes by the laundry room door and headed back into the garage to grab her bag.

Once he got back inside, he sat her bag down on the floor and headed over to the washer.

As it was filling with water, he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it down next to the bloody towel that he used earlier to clean his arm.

Grabbing her clothes off the floor, he tossed them in along with his things.

He shut the lid and walked back toward the kitchen to grab a beer.

Opening the refridgerator, he took out a bottle of beer and leaned against the counter. 

He was exhausted.

The night had turned out to be more than he bargained for.

Laughing, he couldn't help but think how the night definetly turned out to be more than SHE bargained for.

She just seemed to do things the hard way.

He didn't know why...but she did.

He would have thought that after the last time, she would have known better.

It wasn't like he was getting any easier on her.

It was just the opposite.

The night would have undoubtedly gotten worse, had he not accidently knocked her out.

There really wasn't much he could do to her like that.

If she was unaware of what punishment her actions caused...it wasn't any use.

Shaking his head, he walked over to the couch and sat down.

He wasn't sure if the exhaustion was from the earlier events or if it was from the large amount of liquor he consumed. 

Either way, he was falling asleep.

Stretching out, he sat his beer down on the table and kicked his feet up.

Finally comfortable, he leaned his head back against the sofa.

In a matter of minutes, his eyes started to close and he fell asleep.

CHAPTER 29

For hours, Wade's house was perfectly silent.

Then, without warning, he awoke to the sound of screaming coming from upstairs. 

He immeadiately sat up and looked around.

His head was throbbing and he couldn't quite figure out what he was doing downstairs.

As he ran his hands through his hair and tried to gather his thoughts, he heard her crying and it all came back to him.

Standing up, he tried to shake off the groggy feeling that consumed his body.

Stumbling into the furniture, he made his way over to the stairs and headed up to his bedroom.

When he got there, he saw her sitting up with her back against the headboard.

Her knees were pulled tightly to her chest and she was shaking uncontrolably.

As he walked toward the bed, she lifted her head up to look at him.

She looked so helpless and afraid that Wade couldn't help but feel guilty.

How could he have ever thought she deserved this.

Cautiously, he walked over and sat on the bed next to her fraile body.

He wanted to reach out to her, but he wasn't sure if that was what she wanted or needed

His heart sank in his chest, as he realized what he put her through.

It almost made him sick to his stomach.

After alot of thought and hesitation, he decided to move closer to her.

Instinctively, her body tensed up and it killed him.

All he wanted to do was comfort her.

Slowly, he reached out and ran his hand down the back of her hair.

"Are you ok?" he asked, as he gently moved the few strands of hair that draped across her cheek.

Choked up from crying, she simply shook her head no.

Wade kissed the top of her head and then proceeded to walk into the bathroom.

Moments later he came out carrying a bottle of aspirin and a glass of water. 

"Here." Wade said, as he held the glass of water out to her.

She looked up and wiped the tears from her eyes, as she took the glass.

"Look, I'm sorry ok?"

"Are you Wade? Are you really?" she asked, as she sat the water down on the nightstand.

"What's that susposed to mean? I said I was, didn't I?"

"Whatever." she mumbled, as she laid her head back down on her knees.

"You know what......fuck you then!"

Throwing the bottle of aspirin at her, he walked out of the bedroom.

Michelle squeezed her eyes shut tight, as she listened to him slam the door behind him.

Wade stood in the hall and listened to her cry for a few minutes before he proceeded to head back downstairs.

What the hell was he thinking. 

He couldnt believe he actually went in there to try and comfort her.

The fact that he showed any kind of weakness to her at all was even worse. 

It was a momentarily lapse of good judgment on his part and he would never let it happen again.

Shaking his head in disbelief, he turned around and headed back up the stairs.

He couldn't give her the opportunity to question his current state of mind.

That would be all she needed to gain the upper hand and he refused to allow it.

He had to take her back to a time where she knew he wasn't weak.

To a time when he had all the control and she was at his mercy.

Laughing, he stormed back down the hall and threw the door open. 

Startled from the sound of it slamming against the wall, she looked up.

She knew the second he slammed the door that this wasnt going to be the end of it.

"You know what......I think we have some unfinished business to take care of!" he said, as he walked over to her.

"Wade......" she started to say, but the force of the backhand he delivered to her already bruised cheek stopped her short.

"Are you Wade, are you really sorry?!" he laughed, as he imitated her questions only moments ago. 

"Fuck no, I'm not sorry!" he said, as he watched her eyes grow wide with fear.

"I am sorry that I let you get away with that attitude you gave earlier though." he said, as he reached down to grab her. 

Placing both hands on the front of her t-shirt, he pulled her to her feet.

"If you got some fight left in you, I'm sure we can take care of that right now." he said, as he stared down into her eyes.

She was speechless.

Any thing she said would undoubtedly be the wrong thing anyway.

She needed to think and think fast.

If things escalated any further, she knew she would never recover.

Instantly, it her.

She had only one thing that had any control over him.

His desire to have her physically.

She needed to get his mind on pleasing himself and not on hurting her.

Innocently, she looked up at him and placed her hands at his waist.

He quickly glanced down at her hands before returning his gaze back to her.

Lightly, she began to trace her fingers along his skin, all the while praying it was having an effect on him.

Slowly, his look was changing from a look of anger to a look of lust.

"Are you trying to tell me something here?" he asked, as he let go of her shirt and pulled her close to him.

"I'm sorry Wade. Can we just put this night behind us?" 

"Your sorry huh? How sorry?" he asked, as he pulled her shirt over her head leaving her standing there practically naked.

Leaning forward, she placed several warm kisses to his chest causing him to become instantly aroused.

"Oh, that sorry." he snickered, as he reached down to unbutton his pants.

Letting them fall to the floor, he kicked them off and removed the rest of his clothing.

After she removed her underwear, Wade laid down on the bed and pulled her toward him.

"Get on top." Wade told her, as he pulled her onto the bed. 

"Neither one of us will enjoy it if your crying because of your back."

Michelle crawled onto the bed and slowly straddled over Wade's body.

"C'mon baby, show me how sorry you are." he said, as he grabbed her waist and pulled her down onto him.

The fact that she was in no way excited to be doing this made his entry less than pleasing.

A small cry escaped her mouth, as a deep moan escaped his.

"That a girl." he said, as she started to work up to a good pace.

She continued for the next hour until he finally released inside her.

Exhausted, she got up and headed into the bathroom to clean herself up.

When she returned, Wade was peacefully sleeping in bed.

Grabbing her clothes of the floor, she got dressed and slid into bed thankful that the night turned out the way it did.

Although giving herself to him killed her mentally, if she hadn't, he could have very well killed her physically.

A heavy sigh escaped her lips, as she slowly drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER 30

It had only been a few short hours since Michelle had fallen asleep.

She hated the thought of opening her eyes to face the day, but the bright sun that poured through the window refused to let her sleep.

In the back of her mind she wondered if Wade was still beside her.

He always got up at the crack of dawn but something told her that today would be different.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and glanced next to her.

Wade was still in bed, silently sleeping off his apparent hangover.

After the large amount of liquor he consumed last night she wouldnt be surprised if he slept till noon.

A thought that sat just perfectly with her.

She just hoped that when he did wake up, he wouldn't be an absolute nightmare.

The second the thought crossed her mind, the phone rang.

Wade stirred slightly in bed, but he never fully awoke from his sleep.

Worried that the continuous ringing would certainly wake him up, she decided to get up and answer the phone.

"Hello?"

"Uh......Is Wade there?"

"Yes, he is but he is sleeping. Can I take a message?" she asked.

The line was silent for a good 10 seconds before the caller spoke another word.

"Michelle, is that you?"

"Yeah. Who is this?" she asked, as she glanced over at Wade to confirm he was still asleep.

"It's Justin." 

"Oh, hey Justin." she whispered, noticing that Wade was starting to stir even more. 

"Is Wade seriously sleeping? He's always up early." he chuckled.

"Yeah, he is. Do you want me to take a message?" 

"What the fuck are you doing answering my phone?" he yelled from across the room, as he slid out of bed and walked over to her.

He quickly snatched the phone from her and placed it to his ear.

"Hello?" 

"Dude, take a vallium! For christs sake all she did was answer your phone."

"Hey man. What's up?"

"Having a rough morning?" Justin asked, questioning the obvious tone that was still present in Wade's voice.

Instantly, Wade realized that Justin had heard him yell at Michelle.

"Yeah, rough morning.....rough night."

"Speaking of rough night, what the hell was up with you and Marty last night?"

"I have no idea. A little too much booze for both of us I guess."

"Anyway, I called because I wanted to stop over later and go over the list of dancers with you. Are we still set to start tomorrow?"

"Yeah. What time do you wanna stop over?" Wade asked, as he glared over at Michelle sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I was thinking sometime after lunch if that works for you."

"That shouldn't be a problem. I'll be here." Wade said, as he glanced down at his watch.

"Ok man, well I'll let you get back to whatever it was you were doing." Justin snickered.

"Tell Michelle I said bye, if she hasn't already high tailed it out of there." 

"Funny J, real funny." Wade replied.

"Well, I'll catch you later."

"Alright man, take it easy." Wade said, as he hung up the phone and stretched his arms above his head.

He turned around he gave her a cold stare, before walking into the bathroom.

"Hell of a way to start your day Michelle." she mumbeld to herself, as she laid back down on the bed.

A few minutes later Wade walked back into the bedroom.

"I am going to get a shower. Your bag is downstairs by the laundry room."

She sat up and acknowledged him, as he walked over to the bed.

"Justin is coming over around 1:00 with the list of dancers. Make sure you stay out of sight." 

"We don't want him seeing my lovely handywork, now do we?" he asked, as he ran his finger across her bruised cheek.

"Don't worry, I'll stay upstairs." Michelle said, as she hung her head.

"I'm not worried. I think you know what will happen if you don't." he said, as he grabbed her face and forced her to look at him.

Bending down, he whispered in her ear.

"Next time.....I wont stop."

Releasing her, he stood back up and arrogantly winked.

Disguisted, she watched as he walked to the other side of the bed.

"Where the hell is that bottle of aspirin. My head is killing me." he asked, as he began to search the room.

As he moved the bedding, he noticed the bottle laying on the floor by the nightstand.

Bending down, he grabbed the bottle and headed into the bathroom.

Once he shut the door, she got up and walked downstairs to grab her bag.

Every part of her body ached from the punishment that Wade had inflicted on her.

Just walking down the stairs had become an incredible task.

Every step sent pain through her body.

When she finally made it to the bottom, she walked towards the laundry room and spotted her bag sitting on the floor.

As she bent down to pick it up, a sharp pain radiated down her back.

"God damn it!" she yelled, as she grabbed the bag and stood back up.

She fought to hold back the tears that were quickly welling up in her eyes.

Taking a few deep breaths, she was able to fight them off and regroup.

With her bag in hand, she headed back upstairs to wait for Wade to finish.

As she was walking into his bedroom, the bathroom door opened and he walked out wearing nothing but a pair of jeans.

She tried to avoid making eye contact with him as she sat her bag on the chair, but she could tell he was staring at her.

"Can I get a shower now?" she asked, not turning around to face him.

"Yeah. I'm finished." he said, as he turned and walked into his closet.

Letting out a sigh, she grabbed a few items from her bag and headed into the bathroom.

Twenty minutes had past before she finally walked back into the bedroom.

She had assumed that Wade would be downstairs, but he wasnt.

He was standing in front of the mirror putting the finishing touches on his trademark hair.

Spotting her in the mirror, he turned around to face her.

"I thought you would be downstairs already." she said, as she fumbled to keep the towel from exposing too much.

Wade couldnt help but laugh at her.

"I think I've seen it all before." he said, as he walked toward her.

"Sorry. I thought you were downstairs." 

"Nope. I was just waiting for you to finish so I could take care of something."

Instantly, she feared that she knew exactly what that was.

Reaching out, he placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her around.

She could fell the heat of his body through the towel, as he pressed against her.

"Why so tense, baby?" he asked, as he placed a kiss to the back of her neck.

She didnt say a word, as he pulled the the towel away from her and threw it on the bed.

Brushing her hair over her shoulder, he looked down at the cut on her back.

"I'll take care of that for you, then you can get dressed." he said, as he walked into the bathroom leaving her standing there naked.

Once he finished bandaging her cut, he turned her around and kissed her passionately.

"Such a shame that I can't use this opportunity to get you back in bed." he said, as he ran his fingers through her hair.

"Don't worry though, we will have plenty of time for that later." 

Kissing her one last time, he turned and walked toward the door.