10 | weak

"Open the door to our apartment i can't get in cause you left the key in." he texted me.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed, frustration and fear mingling in my voice as I slammed the coffee mug down on the counter. Tim glanced up, confusion etching his features. "What's wrong?"

"Quick, hide in my wardrobe," I urged, my voice urgent, as I rose from my seat.

Confusion deepened on Tim's face. "What? Why?" he questioned, mirroring my confusion as he stood up.

"Chris is home early. He's waiting for me to open the front door," I explained, my steps hurried as I led him towards my bedroom.

Anxiety pulsed through my veins as I swung open the wardrobe door, gesturing for Tim to enter. I could feel my heart hammering against my chest, the weight of the situation pressing down on me.

"Wait. You're serious?" Tim's voice wavered with uncertainty as he hesitated, peering into the darkness of the wardrobe.

I nodded, my fear palpable. "Because he's already suspicious of us, and if he sees you here this early, he'll know you slept here," i tried to explained, the tension evident in my voice.

With a nod of understanding, he complied, slipping into the confined space. I quickly closed the door, the click of the latch echoing in the silence of the room. Darkness enveloped Tim, and my stomach churned with guilt for putting him in this position.

Turning off the light, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the charade I was about to enact. I needed to convince Chris that I had just woken up, or else his suspicions would escalate.

As I made my way back to the front door, every step felt heavy with apprehension. I could feel the weight of Chris's presence looming over me, his controlling nature casting a shadow of fear.

With trembling hands, I unlocked the door, my mind racing with excuses and strategies to navigate the impending encounter with Chris. I  prayed that my performance would be convincing enough to allay his suspicions, at least for the time being.

He barely spared me a glance as he stepped past, his indifference cutting through me like a knife. "Good morning," I forced out, attempting a smile despite the knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach.

Chris closed the distance between us in a swift stride, capturing my lips in a demanding kiss. I felt myself being pushed against the wall, his intensity overwhelming. Frozen with fear, I allowed him to take control, feeling utterly powerless.

As he released me and settled on the couch, I remained rooted to the spot, my heart hammering in my chest. "Why are you home so soon?" I ventured, desperately hoping to avoid his wrath.

"I missed your body," Chris replied, his tone icy as he beckoned me to him. Slowly, I approached, his grip tightening as he pulled me onto his lap. The pressure of his arousal against me sent a shiver of dread down my spine.

His lips trailed down my neck, and panic surged within me. I knew we couldn't continue, not with Tim hidden in the wardrobe. I pulled away, attempting to deflect his advances.

"What's wrong with you, baby girl?" Chris's voice was laced with anger. "Can we not, please, Chris? I just woke up; I'm not in the mood," I pleaded, my voice trembling with fear.

His fury intensified, his grip tightening painfully. "No, what the fuck? I'll fuck you whenever I want! You are my possession, and you need to do as I say!"

Silenced by his aggression, I succumbed to his advances once more, every touch sending a wave of revulsion through me. But then, abruptly, he lifted me and carried me to the bedroom.

With Tim still hidden in the wardrobe, panic surged within me. I knew I had to stop this before it went any further. "Chris," I began, but he ignored me, his hands already working to undress me.

"Chris, I'm on my period," I lied, desperation coloring my voice. It was a feeble attempt to ward him off, knowing his aversion to such things.

He paused, his demeanor shifting as he withdrew. "You're lucky today. You won't have this luck next time. I need to go to work," he said coldly, before abruptly leaving the room, the sound of the door slamming echoing through the apartment.

I lay there on the bed, my chest heaving with sobs, tears streaming down my face like an endless river. The weight of everything crashed down on me, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable.

"Lucy, can I come out?" Tim's voice, filled with concern, pierced through the haze of my despair.

"Yes," I managed to choke out between sobs, my voice raw with emotion. I curled into myself, hugging my knees tightly to my chest as I continued to cry.

Tim slowly opened the door, his gaze softening as he took in the sight of me, curled up in a ball of anguish. Without a word, he climbed onto the bed, his hand gently stroking my hair.

"Oh, Luce, everything will be alright," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to my shattered nerves.

I looked up at him through blurry eyes, my heart aching with the weight of my pain. "Can... can you hug me?" I whispered, the words barely audible amidst my tears.

Without hesitation, Tim nodded, enfolding me in his arms as he lay down beside me. We remained like that for a while, the only sound in the room the soft rhythm of our breathing.

"Luce, can I ask you a question?" Tim's voice was tentative, his words chosen with care.

I knew exactly what he was going to ask, and the truth weighed heavily on my conscience. "No, Tim!" I blurted out, my words desperate, tinged with denial. "He's nice to me, and he cares about me... he loves me," I continued, my voice trembling with uncertainty. But deep down, I knew I was lying to both Tim and myself. I couldn't ignore the truth any longer.

"I don't want to talk about it right now," I deflected, burying my face in Tim's chest, ashamed of the lies I had spun. I felt guilty for staining his shirt with my tears.

"Okay, Lucy," Tim replied softly, his arms tightening around me in a comforting embrace. "But know that I'm always here for you."

"Thank you, Tim, but I'm fine," I lied, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. But in that moment, with Tim's arms around me, I allowed myself to believe that maybe, just maybe, everything would be alright.

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