Love's Suicide (Love's Suicide #1)(71)

He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me out of the room, leaving B crying on her bed. Once we were in our bedroom, he shoved me down forcefully on the bed and sat on my legs so I couldn’t move. I could hear B screaming and I was so afraid for her.

My face was being shoved into the covers and I was wondering if he was going to suffocate me. He yanked down my pajamas pants and all I could hear was my baby crying in the other room. “Bobby, please. I didn’t do anything wrong. You don’t want to hurt me, I know you don’t.”

He froze and I swung my body around and backed up on the bed. After yanking my pants back up, I stared in horror, waiting for him to jump on me again.

He started sobbing and sat down on the bed.

Honestly I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to run and grab B and get the hell out of there, but I knew it was a fat chance that he’d ever let that happen.

So I ran into B’s room and picked her up, comforting her so she’d calm down. “Mama, I scared.”

That was it. The last straw for me. I had to get out of there until I could get a restraining order against Bobby. I wasn’t going to let him hurt me anymore.

He came into the room, looking even more angrier than the first time. “We need to talk.”

I held B tight. “Not while you’re acting like this.”

He punched a hole in the wall. “You see what you make me do? That pretty boy comes anywhere near you and you’re goin’ to be the one to pay, you hear me, Katy?”

I nodded my head, while shaking profusely. Brooks was already on his way. I knew it because I knew him. That man was born to protect me and if he thought that I was in trouble, no matter how mad he was at me, he’d come. I closed my eyes and thought about Bobby trying to hurt him.

“Leave Brooks out of this. He’s got nothing to do with the way you’re treating me. He’s done nothing!”

Bobby held out his arms for B. She sheltered her face in my bosom and it pissed him off more. He grabbed her from me, making her scream. I grabbed her jacket, determined I was getting her away from him.

He walked over and sat in his favorite recliner, watching me. “You think you’re goin’ somewhere?”

“I want you to leave, Bobby. Go stay at your house until you can get yourself straight. I can’t live like this anymore.”

He began laughing loudly. “Do you seriously think you’re going to get rid of me and move your pretty boyfriend right in?”

“No! I’ve never even considered that! I swear.”

B was reaching her arms out and crying loudly. I didn’t know what to do. “Bobby, please let me take her. She’s scared.”

He pulled her closer to him and she screamed harder. He made her look at him. “Tell daddy how much you love him.” Tears streamed down her face and I was so upset for her. She didn’t understand and he’d never acted so violently around her. It was when I knew he’d finally lost it. Bobby couldn’t take it anymore. Whether or not I was admitting it, Brooks was back in my life and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t deny my love for him.

“Give her to me.”

He rolled his eyes and finally let her jump into my arms. I kissed her lightly on the head and ran my fingers through her soft light curls. “Shh, Mama has you.”

I walked her into the kitchen to get her settled down and heard something being thrown against the wall in the other room. Then I heard the door slam, and I took a deep breath, preparing for what was coming. “It’s going to be okay, sweet girl.”

I hated the idea of doing it, but I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called the police. Bobby was outside, so I walked over and locked all the doors, including the deadbolt. Me and B went into her room and I started packing her a bag. Until I knew that Bobby couldn’t come near us, I was taking my daughter and staying in a hotel.

About ten minutes after I called, I heard a car pulling in the driveway and looked out to see that it was the police. Bobby must have gotten scared, because he tried to come in the house. I opened the window and called out to the officer. “He attacked me.”

The officer pulled out his stick and started walking toward Bobby. I hated that he was doing this to us, but wasn’t going to live with someone that beat on me whenever his life wasn’t perfect. I wasn’t a punching bag and I certainly wasn’t one of those women that sit around and take it over and over again.

The officer got Bobby seated on the porch steps and I finally opened the front door. At that same time, Bobby got up and came running after me. I slammed the screen door in his face, stopping him from coming forward. The officer didn’t waste any time handcuffing him, and forcing him into the back of his car. “Ma’am, I need to know what you want me to do here. He’s your husband, and because this is a domestic dispute, it’s up to you.”

I looked down at B and then back at the officer, while keeping my composure. “I’m pressing charges for assault.”

I let him inside to take my statement. The whole time I felt sorry for Bobby, as if all of this was my fault for loving Brooks after I said that I wanted to stay in my marriage. Now I was sitting there not only breaking his heart more, but also giving him a criminal record to add.

I walked the officer out and saw Brooks’ truck coming up the driveway. When I turned to look at the police car, I saw him watching as my knight in shining armor hopped out and approached me.