CHAPTER 6: THIS IS THE LIMIT

CHAPTER 6: THIS IS THE LIMIT

WILLOW'S POV:

I stood still for seconds, trying to comprehend if it's really my name I heard and if it was Noah who called me.

Then I heard him call the second time and that's when I knew I wasn't dreaming.

I basically ran upstairs, stopped by the door and tried to catch my breath. I knocked on the door and waited for a response.

“I called you so obviously I want you to come in... how little are your braincells?”, I heard his harsh response and I rolled my eyes. I counted till three before opening the door.

I slowly walked in, trying not to meet his eyes and not anger him. I could sense he was angry, ‘But why?’, last I checked, I haven't done anything to get him all riled up.

“Kneel”, He suddenly said.

I raised a brow, trying hard not to scoff at him. I looked closely at him, trying to see if he was joking.

“Wh-what did you say?”, I heard him the first time clearly, but I wanted him to repeat what I heard.

This was the first time I spoke so bravely to him and I saw a hint of surprise on his face.

“You heard me, you little witch... Kneel”, He repeated.

I seized him from his perfectly smooth face, to his body.

His face was perfect, with piercing eyes that seemed to see right through me. My eyes wandered down to his chest, and I noticed how defined his muscles were. His ribs were visible under his skin, and I could see the slight rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.

My gaze drifted down and I saw that he had just a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. It was clear he'd just gotten out of the shower - there were droplets of water clinging to his skin and his hair was damp and messy.

I felt my mouth go dry, and I swallowed hard, trying to process just how sexy he looked.

The room seemed to get hotter and I felt a flush rise to my cheeks. I couldn't believe how my body was reacting to just looking at him. I felt like I was melting, like the heat from his body was radiating towards me.

I tried to look away, but my eyes kept drifting back to him, taking in every detail of his perfect, sexy body.

“I better not repeat myself--”.

“No”, I said, cutting him off.

He frown, clearly taken aback by my refusal. He took dangerous steps towards me, looking down at me and I stepped back, still fighting hard to maintain eye contact.

Noah was two heads taller than me, so it was a strain on my neck as I looked up at him.

“Huh?”, He could only respond, in surprise. Even I was surprised by the word that came out of my mouth.

‘How can you say NO to Noah?! Are you nuts?!’, I asked myself, fearing for how he will suddenly react.

“I won't kneel. I'm sorry but I can't do that”, I repeated.

Noah's eyes narrowed, his expression incredulous.

“You're refusing to kneel?”, he repeated, his voice low and menacing. I stood my ground, my heart racing.

“Yes, I am”, I said, trying to sound braver than I felt.

Noah took a step closer to me, his eyes blazing with anger.

“You're my wife. You'll do as I say”, he spat.

“I'm your wife in name only, you've made it clear you don't want me”, I shook my head, feeling a surge of defiance and Noah's face twisted in a snarl.

“You think you're clever, don't you?!Refusing to kneel, talking back to me... You're just begging to be punished”, He sneered.

My heart skipped a beat as Noah's eyes seemed to bore into mine. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he took another step closer to me.

“W-what's going on. What h-have I done this time, Noah? Why are you so angry?”, I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

Noah's expression didn't change, but his voice dropped to a low, menacing tone. “You'll find out soon enough... Now, are you going to kneel, or do we need to take this further?”, He asked.

I tried to turn and leave, but Noah's hand shot out and grasped my hair, pulling me back. I screamed as he yanked me around, my scalp burning from the force.

“Noah, stop!”, I pleaded, trying to pry his fingers loose, but he was too strong.

He threw me onto the bed, and I landed with a bounce, my screams echoing off the walls. I tried to scramble away, but Noah was too quick. He grabbed my legs and dragged me back, his grip like a vice.

“Ahhh. Noah, please”, I whispered, my voice barely audible.

I kicked and struggled, but Noah pinned me down, his body heavy on top of mine. His hand closed around my neck, pressing down on my windpipe. I gasped for air, my vision blurring at the edges.

“You should have kneeled”, he hissed, his breath hot against my ear.

I tried to struggle again, but Noah's grip only tightened. I was trapped, unable to move or breathe. All I could do was lie there, helpless and terrified, as Noah's anger consumed me.

This is the most physical touch we've ever had in our three years of marriage. Noah has never been this way, he has never touched me or worse, assaulted me. This was a surprise to me.

I stayed still under him as he continues to press the life out of me.

“Fucking witch... This is all your fault”, He mumbled under his breath.

Why? Why do I have to be the one to suffer the shorter end of his anger. He was clearly angry at something but I'm suffering the consequences.

I stopped struggling and let fate decide. If I die this way, then so be it.

Then, all of a sudden, I heard the door open and in came a loud, ear piercing shriek from a child.

“AAAAHHHHHHH!!!”, it was Charlotte.

“Holy fuck! Noah what are you doing?!?!”, Then Ava's voice followed next.

For a second I was relieved someone had come in, maybe they could safe me. Maybe my story doesn't end this way.

“Stop hurting her! Uncle stoppp!!”, I heard little Charlotte's voice and a low thud.

“Get off her Noah!”, Ava shouted, trying to pull Noah's large hands off me.

After what seemed like forever, he finally let go of my neck and coming off me. I immediately rolled off the bed, gasping for air and stroking my neck, coughing hard.

Charlotte ran and embraced me, crying so loud. I couldn't help but cry too.

“Are you crazy bro?! You want to kill her that bad?”, Ava said.

“Get up”, Noah said in a low tone. It was directed to me who was on the floor.

I carefully pulled Charlotte off me and Ava dragged her to herself, I stood up and struggled to balance myself. Looking up to meet Noah's vicious eyes, my heart broke into million pieces.

‘So this is it? He really hates me this much huh?’, I said to myself in realization.

Noah walked to me and I refused to back away, holding his gaze.

“You just got a little doze of what happens when you defy me... Now get out of my room”, He said, turning away and going into his closet.

I watched his retrieving figure and smiled bitterly. It was a surprise that his towel didn't come loose with all that struggle.

I looked over at Ava and she had a smirked on her face, and here I thought she was feeling sorry for me.

I scoffed at how sad my life turned out to be, married at a young age to someone who feels nothing for me - not even an ounce of respect - he openly cheats on me, doesn't let me share our matrimonial bed together, gets mad at the sight of me, can't stand our skin grazing, uses me to quench off his anger and frustration, calls me ugly and a witch ever chance he gets, belittles me and now... now, he tried to kill me?

This should be the limit. This is the limit, right? I'm done, right?

I sighed, touching my forehead as I struggled to move.

“Aunty Willow!”, Charlotte called to me, her eyes red from the cry.

“Shhh, behave”, Her mom reprimanded, dragging her back.

I smiled at the little angel and nodded at her, letting her know I'm okay now. I continued to the door but my vision suddenly became blurry, I shook my head to adjust to the light but then I lost balance, then I found myself falling.

“Aunty Willow no!”, Charlotte screamed.

To late, I fell, hitting my head by the side drawer and hitting the ground. I tried to open my eyes but it was too hard.

I felt small wet hands on me, Charlotte was crying again, shaking me but I lost consciousness.