Rejection Runs Deep (The Canleigh Series, book 1: A chilling psychological family drama), Carole Williams [ebook reader 8 inch .TXT] 📗

Barrie ambled unsteadily from the bedroom dressed only in his underpants and waving a full glass of neat whisky in his hand, which he thrust under Vicky’s nose.

“And where the hell have you been?  You should have been here, ready to wait on my every whim … but no, you’ve been out with the delectable Alex … we saw you just now, down in the car park.  He was desperate to kiss you goodbye.”

Vicky, appalled and terrified, opened her mouth to speak but she hesitated a second too long.

Barrie laughed grimly.  “Oh, I know how he is besotted with you, my dear.  I’ve seen him, watching your every move down in the club.  So, where have you been?  Had a sexual adventure, have you, darling?  Has he made love to you?  Has he made you feel wonderful?  Do tell.  Actually, should we invite him up?  Have a foursome.  That would be good, wouldn’t it, Vicky.  But then, I don’t suppose you would want to do that, would you?  It would a bit too much for you, wouldn’t it?  You just want straight, uncomplicated sex … to get a bloody baby.”

He lurched away from her, throwing an arm around a grinning Delia.  “Now this,” he said, with one quick stroke pulling off Delia’s negligee, his hand roaming over her breasts and down to her belly.  “This is a real woman.  Beautiful, sexy, wild.  A real tiger in bed, aren’t, you, my love?”

Delia didn’t protest.  She just stood, completely naked, allowing Vicky’s husband to do as he pleased and grinned mockingly at Vicky.

“God!  You two make me feel sick,” Vicky spat.

“My, oh my.  I believe my wife must be a little jealous,” Barrie giggled, nuzzling Delia’s neck.

“That’s one thing I’m not!”  Vicky’s voice trembled.  “I want you out of my flat, Delia, and I am seeing my solicitor first thing in the morning, Barrie.  Whatever you say, I am going to divorce you.”

Shaking more than she had ever done in her life before, Vicky pushed past them both and dashed into the bathroom.  With trembling hands, she locked the door and sank onto the toilet seat, wondering why she hadn’t just made a bolt back down the stairs.  She was trapped now.  Tears poured down her cheeks.  She had never been so petrified in her life and wished there was a phone in the bathroom so she could call Alex.  Now she would just have to wait until her evil husband and her debauched sister either pleasured themselves in the bedroom or fell asleep so she could creep out undetected and when she did, she was never coming back.  She would never feel safe in this flat again.

“Vicky … Vicky!  Come out of there!  I want you,” shouted Barrie, banging his fists on the bathroom door.

“Go away,” she yelled back unsteadily

“Come on, little wifey.  I want to make mad passionate love to you.  Perhaps we’ll make a baby,” he giggled hysterically, his full body weight slumping against the door.  Vicky jumped and clutched her chest, not knowing how much more of this she could take.  With heartfelt relief, she could hear Delia coaxing him away towards the bedroom.  Vicky sat on the bathroom floor and tried hard to still her fear, trying to decide what to do, wishing she had allowed Alex to accompany her.  To tell him not to had been a stupid decision but then she was always making stupid decisions, the biggest being to marry Barrie.  What a complete idiot she had been.

She could hear laughing from the direction of the bedroom and looked at the gold Cartier watch on her left wrist.  She decided to give it fifteen minutes before making a bolt for it.  Hopefully, the pair would be so engrossed with what they were doing by then, they would have forgotten all about her.  The hands on the watch moved so slowly Vicky began to wonder if it was working; almost hoping it wasn’t so she wouldn’t have to venture out of the bathroom and put herself in danger again because she was positive now that they would do her physical harm.  Neither of them was thinking straight, obviously under the influence of too much alcohol and goodness knows what else.  That Rocky chap had been a drug addict by all accounts and Delia had lived with him for quite a while.  She might well be taking something too … and even persuaded Barrie to indulge.  Vicky shuddered and shook, finding it difficult to comprehend the situation she found herself in.  She had to get away from them as fast as possible.

The fifteen minutes passed.  Vicky held her breath, took off her shoes, and unlocked the door as quietly and gently as she could.  The bedroom door was ajar and she had to pass it to get to the door to the stairs.  It was obvious what the pair were doing from the groans and pants which emanated from the room but even so, to actually see her sister and husband locked in a passionate embrace on the marital bed made Vicky freeze on the spot and gasp with shock.  Delia heard her, turned her head, and grinned wickedly.

“Well, well.  I think we have company, Barrie … at last.  We’ve been waiting for you, Vicky darling … we want you to join in,” Delia hissed, reminiscent of a coiled snake about to spring at its prey.

Vicky remained frozen in horror as they untangled themselves and moved towards her.  Before she could make a run for it, Barrie lunged towards her and held her fast, leaving Delia to pull at her clothes, ripping the zip on her skirt in her eagerness to remove it.

“Leave me alone,” Vicky screamed, struggling frantically in Barrie’s vice like grip while Delia, happy now