After Joe brought Shantelle back downstairs to their bedroom, he sat her down on the bed gently and kissed her stomach which held his child, even though he was burning inside with rage. Joe was so angry, that he couldn't speak. He was trembling as he ran his hand through his hair and he began to pace the room like a caged tiger. Every so often, he would stop and stare at Shantelle and growl.

All Shantelle could do was watch her enraged husband pace back and forth, growling and breathing hard, while never taking his eyes off of her. Those eyes that seemingly burned a hole into her very core. She didn't dare say anything while he was in this state. She thought that if she did it would only make the situation worse.

After several minutes, he stopped pacing and pulled a chair up and sat down in front of her and continued to glare at her, his brown eyes, now bloodshot, blazing with anger and his lips twitching rapidly as they often did when he was pissed off.

After a few tense moments, he finally spoke.....

"So....let me get this straight....you think that slimy, sneaky, lowlife muthafucka had impeccable manners and was a gentleman huh?" Joe asked in a bone chilling low voice.

"Baby..." Shantelle start to say in a tiny voice.

"NAW!!!! DON'T FUCKING BABY ME!!!! ANSWER MY DAMN QUESTION!!!!" Joe roared.

Shantelle remained quiet, too afraid to speak...

"Girl.....you betta answer me when I ask you a question." Joe snarled in between clenched teeth.

"Well...."

"WELL WHAT?!!!!! ANSWER.MY. QUESTION. I'M NOT GONNA REPEAT MY GODDAMN SELF!!!!" Joe shouted, causing Shantelle to jump in fright.

"Well, despite everything he was always polite and had good manners. You are always yelling, growling and barking at me. Just like now." Shantelle said softly, holding her head down.

Joe let out a sarcastic laugh in attempt to control his rage.

"Well did it ever occur to you that maybe, just maybe I wouldn't have to yell and scream if you didn't piss me the fuck off all the damn time?" Joe snapped.

"Oh so now it's my fault! Everything is my fault! You being jealous and hot headed is my fault too, right?" Shantelle shot back.

Joe got up and went to the window in an attempt to calm down....

"I said what I said." Joe replied, as he looked out of the window.

"Whatever, I swear if I wasn't pregnant, I'd leave you." Shantelle said in a low voice.

At that moment, Joe's eyes widened, then narrowed into slits and he felt his face get hot and his teeth started to clench in rage. He slowly turned to his wife angrily.....

"What's that you just said? If you weren't pregnant, you'd leave me?! Huh?! Is that what you just said to me?!" Joe snarled as he stalked  his wife, like a tiger stalking his prey before pounding.

"Leave me alone Joe!" Shantelle whimpered as she backpedaled into a corner.

As she backed up, Joe continued to come forward until her back was pressed up against the wall. Joe then slammed his hands on the wall on both sides of her head, making sure she couldn't escape. He then put his mouth next to her neck in a menacing manner...

"You said if you wasn't pregnant, you'd leave me? I think that's what I heard you say." Joe said in a bone chilling low voice.

"Joe...stop it." She said in a frightened whisper.

Joe then bent his head so that he could look directly into his wife's eyes and put his forehead against hers, before speaking again.....

"Woman, let me explain a few things to you. Number one, I don't know how many times I got to say it but I'm gonna repeat it to you again, so you get it through your pretty little head. You will NEVER leave me, because if I can't have you....NOBODY, and I do mean NOBODY can have you. You and that baby inside of you belong to me until you die and beyond. So don't even THINK of trying to leave me or take my child away from me, because please trust and believe, I WILL find you. Understand that! Number two, that piece of shit Darnell, that you think is such a polite and proper gentleman? Do you know what he had planned for you, if had showed up at that restaurant last night?" Joe said.

"W-what?" Shantelle squeaked in fear.

Joe chuckled bitterly and then became serious before continuing to speak....

"That piece of shit was planning on slipping something in your drink, taking to you to a hotel and raping you!" Joe snapped.

Shantelle's eyes widened and her mouth dropped into an O at this startling revelation.....

"Yeah! Mr. Polite and Proper English gentleman, was planning on drugging and raping your ass! But you know what did? Huh? You wanna know how I shut that shit down? Go 'head, ask me!" He said.

"H-how?"

"I killed his dirty ass." Joe said with a twisted grin.

"Y-you did?"

"Yeah I did. Don't ask me how, but his ass is dead, and don't you ever in life repeat what I said to you. Do you understand?!"

"Yes baby." Shantelle said holding her head down not making eye contact with her pissed off spouse.

Joe then stepped away from her, eyeing her for a moment before speaking again.

"Look I'm gonna go and get some fresh air. I need a little space because you've really pissed me off. I'll be back in a little while." Joe said finally before leaving the room.

After Joe left, Shantelle sat down on the bed and cried.

TBC
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