Romance: Seducing The Quarterback (42 page)

By: Victoria Scott

The Alpha Werebear Seeks a Wife

©Victoria Scott, January, 2016 – All rights reserved

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Emily looked at the paper again and thought about it for
just a brief minute. She didn’t know what to do really.
Should I do it or
not?

“Ma’am did you want to sign up? If so we will need you to
fill out a form.” The woman that spoke was short and rounded and looked like
someone’s mother. Not a person she would have thought she would see here. No.
She was definitely not the type to be rounding women in for this affair.

“What happens exactly? I mean I know what it says but can
you tell me what it entails?”

“Yes. Come with me honey.”

She followed the older woman to the back of the room and sat
down at the small round wooden table. The woman had a smile that was tender and
heartfelt. Emily saw her eyes travel to her shoulder and she quickly pulled the
shirt up to hide the mark she knew that Scott had left there yesterday. The
woman’s eyes were tender as she took her hand in her own. Her words were soft as
if in a mere whisper she spoke them.

“It is hard to tell you what will happen exactly. All I can
tell you is that you will be sent to a husband. They also sign papers stating
they will make sure that you are taken care of in every way.”

“Yes, but I don’t know about being shipped off to a husband
that I don’t even know.” Her eyes were frightened as she spoke. Emily was a
kind heart and hadn’t been given the easiest of lives to live.

The woman sighed softly. “Can I be frank honey?”

“Yes.”

“It looks like things couldn’t get much worse than they
already are for you dear. You could find yourself with an honest man that will
treat you well. A lot better than the way you have been treated by the looks of
things.”

Emily looked at the other woman and knew what she said was
the truth. Scott was an ass and had been since her parents’ death. Emily was an
only child. In the beginning, Scott had been nice to her buying her things and
taking her out all with trying to get her to marry him. She had finally agreed
to move in with him and that was her biggest mistake. Her parents were killed
in a car accident just a few months later. That was when everything had
changed.

Scott had changed. He had gone from the boyfriend who did
everything for her and devoted his life to pleasing her to the asshole he now
was. He also developed a liking to alcohol a little too much and became
abusive. The problem was the worst abuse was the kind that no one saw. Scott
was mainly good at keeping the bruises where no one would see them but it was
his words hurt Emily the most. He blamed her for her parent’s death telling her
they were coming to their house for her “stupid birthday”. If it hadn’t of been
for her then they wouldn’t have been on the road and the victim when the truck
driver had fallen asleep at the wheel. She constantly blamed herself for the
accident.

Scott had a way of making her feel like nothing and kicking
her when she was down. He was also a cheat and didn’t even bother to try and
hide it. He had gone as far as making her watch a video of him with another
woman while he used her body. She had cried herself to sleep that night. It
hadn’t been because of the physical pain he had caused her but rather the shame
and humiliation she had felt. He had brought women home and then laughed at her
when she said something. She normally saw the back of his hand whenever she had
said something against the way he was doing things so she had become accustomed
to keeping her mouth shut too.

“I need some time to think about it.”

The woman tried to give her a pamphlet but Emily knew that
if she took it home and Scott found it then she would either wind up dead or
wishing she was, so she kept the thought in her mind.

The woman smiled at her gently as she patted her hand.

“Think real hard honey. You are way too young to be where
you are today. You are extremely beautiful too. I am sure there is a man out
there that can make you happy. You just have to reach for it. You have a
destiny that does not end up here in this little rundown town with a no good
man. You are destined to be great.”

For the first time in a long time Emily smiled. Not just a
little grin but a full smile.

“I wish. You really think so?”

“I do my dear. You’ll see.”

She made her way home down the small one lane road. Scott
didn’t let her drive anymore and had sold her car then pocketed the money
himself. The only way she could get anywhere is either having him drive her or
being forced to walk everywhere. She was glad she had bought a few pair of
tennis shoes.

As she walked into the doorway of the house she was glad
that Scott wasn’t home yet. He would be upset that she was starting dinner late
and she didn’t want him to be mad. She made her way into the kitchen and began
pulling items from the pantry. Tonight he wanted steak and potatoes. It was a
meal that she made every Friday night. She would have a sandwich made of
leftover chicken from the night before. She hurried to get the steak prepared.
She knew that he would know that she hadn’t marinated it very long if she
didn’t slow cook it which meant it needed to be in the oven 10 minutes ago.

She had just pulled the steak from the oven and put the
potatoes on the plate when she heard the door open. Scott walked in with a
smile on his face. She could tell already just by looking at him that he had
already been at the bar.

“You got my dinner ready?”

“Yes. It’s coming to the table now.”

“Good. I’m going out tonight. I want to eat and get ready.
You need to make sure you clean this house good just in case I have company
with me when I come home if you know what I mean. Some of the guys might come
home with me.”

“Yes, sir. I will make sure I clean it good.” She turned
back around to the kitchen where the bowl of cold chicken sat and began
assembling her sandwich. She watched as he sat at the table and watched her as
he ate his steak.

“I don’t think you marinated it enough. But then again you
don’t get anything right now do you? That’s what I get for being with someone
who isn’t good at shit.”

“Sorry, Scott.”

“Yeah. I know you are.”

She sat in silence as he finished his meal. She knew he was
full of shit. If it tasted as bad as he said, then his plate wouldn’t be as
spotless as it was when he got finished eating as it always was. She watched as
he made his way to the bedroom. She hoped tonight didn’t end up like he said it
would. Some of his friends were as nasty as he was and she didn’t want to have
to keep guard. Most of the time when they came over she would lock herself in
the bedroom. Usually they were so drunk that by the next morning they would
have forgotten all about it.

Hours later she heard the car pull up outside. She felt the
hair stand up on her arms in fear. She was about to run to the bedroom when the
door swung open.

“Hold on baby. Let me get that fine ass to the bedroom and
then you can see just how I like it.”

Scott’s laugh could be heard through the house. Emily
slipped into the kitchen and peeked through the doorway. Scott was walking with
his arm around a woman. They were making their way to the bedroom. His hand was
planted on her ass and he turned her so that she was pushed against the wall.
She whimpered and Emily’s hands went over her mouth when the woman pushed a
picture on the wall to the floor. Laughing Scott threw all of the rest of them
off the wall and onto the floor as well.

“The bitch will clean it up.” He was kissing the woman and
groping at her breasts. Emily felt the tears slide down her face as the pair
went into the bedroom and slammed the door. She heard laughter and felt herself
cringe.

She didn’t understand why he was the way he was. She had
never done anything to be treated so badly. She had sat and wondered at times
what she could have done so bad to make her life turn out the way it did. She
never could come up with anything. She heard more giggles come from the
bedroom. The bed that she had slept in for the last few years often by herself,
but it was hers all the same. The sheets that she had just cleaned yesterday
and put on the mattress would now be ruined. There was no way she could ever
sleep in that bed again.

She heard the loud sounds of what they were apparently doing
and thought she would be sick right there. After just another couple minutes,
her stomach turned again and she couldn’t take it anymore. She needed to get
away from there. She couldn’t sit back and listen to her husband with another
woman in the bedroom that they had shared. The worst part was that he wasn’t
even cheating. If he was cheating, then he would try to hide it from her. He
didn’t care. He did it right in front of her face now.

She quickly grabbed a light jacket and slipped into her
shoes. She still had on her jeans and shirt because she was afraid she would
have to leave anyway. She tried to keep herself from crying as she walked down
the dirt road in the dark. There were only a few street lights and when she
looked up she realized that she had come to the same place she had been the day
before. She turned to walk away when the door opened.

“Come on in my child. It’s ok.”

She turned to see the same older woman again. “I was just
going for a walk.”

“Come in. We both know you don’t want to go back there don’t
we.”

She looked at the woman sadly. She nodded her head slowly as
the tears slipped from her eyes. The woman held the door open and she quickly
walked through. The woman sat with her while she cried and told her everything
about her life.

“You’re right. It can’t get much worse.” Emily hated telling
the woman that but she was afraid. Afraid that she would end up in the same
situation she was in now. She wanted to get away from him as soon as possible.

She told the woman what had happened that night. She
sympathized with Emily and told her that she understood why she was so timid to
become a mail order bride. She also told her that all of the men were screened
over and over to make sure they were good people.

She asked Emily what type of belongings if any she had that
held importance to her. Emily told her of the few items of her parents that she
had hidden from Scott. They were in the yard buried under a tree. She thought
of the few things she had left of her parents. When they died Scott had sold
everything they owned even the house she grew up in and drank the money he got
away. She had been able to scrounge a few pieces of jewelry that her mother had
given her and some she found that had belonged to her great-grandmother. She
knew if he had ever found them that he would sell them as well not caring that
they held sentimental value to her. She also had some pictures that now lay on
the floor. Those were the only images she had of her parents and her growing
up. They were precious to her being the only visual images she had left. Her
family pictures were the only ones on the walls because like her Scott didn’t
have much family left and none that wanted anything to do with him thanks to
his lying and stealing. If she had met his family before they were together
then she would never have moved in with him. She was like a trapped wife just
without a marriage certificate or ring.

Not thinking of what was to come she went with the woman
back to the house. She couldn’t think of what could happen if he found her
there. That would only keep her from going back there and she knew this was the
only time she could retrieve the stuff she wanted to take with her.

Tiptoeing into the house she quickly gathered the pictures
and the clothes that she had folded and stacked in the laundry room. She was
grateful that she had just washed clothes that day. She would at least have a
few clean outfits to get her through for the time being.

 She made her way outside and looked for the huge tree. She
was grateful it was off from the house a little so he couldn't see her if he
got up to go to the bathroom or get a drink. Then again he would probably just
yell for her thinking she was still there and lying on the couch since the bed
was occupied. She felt her face burn with the humiliation and anger of how he
had made her feel.

 When she found the strange looking rock she had placed over
the spot she pushed the shovel into the ground and quickly began to dig. She
remembered burying it a little deep while he was at work one day just to make
sure nobody could find it. She sighed with relief when she heard the bump of
the shovel on the top of the wooden box. Dropping to her knees she began pulling
the rest of the dirt up with her hands until she pulled the box from its deep
grave. She didn’t bother opening it, instead she brushed all the dirt off and
left the shovel lying next to the empty grave and made her way quickly across
the yard to where the woman sat in the car.

Quietly she placed everything in the car. They made their
way back to the office and the woman told her to wait in the car. Emily was
surprised when the woman carried out a suitcase a few minutes later.