She walked to the front door and opened it. She gestured for Phillip to leave. The attorney looked at Wes who nodded and the man left. Juliet slammed the door and walked back into the living room. Wes walked over to hug her and she pushed him on the couch. Then she slapped him. He turned red but controlled himself.
“How dare you,” she spat, “Who in the hell do you think you are? I come home from being pushed around and publicly humiliated in Chicago. Not to mention Malibu and you greet me with a lawyer.”
Wes stood up and retaliated, “How was I supposed to know what you were going to do?”
“You’re an idiot. If I was going to file for divorce I wouldn’t be here!”
“The press has blown everything up ….”
“Wes let’s just pretend for an instant that I haven’t lived through any of it and you have had me hypnotized to believe the complete and utter bullshit you and your publicist are spitting out.”
She waited for a moment to let that sink in and then continued, “Hell let’s jump a little farther into Neverland and pretend you have never laid a hand on me. Trust me that is the bigger issue here.”
She drew a breath and desperately stated, “I saw the original tape, the one that played at midnight before you knew it was on the air and had your lawyer force them to play a doctored up one. It wasn’t just me either. Scott and Bethy had it on the TV. We all walked through the door with the kids and there you were, just like London, only this time the whole world saw it. Poor Scott and Mav had to clean up for you. I’m surprised they are still speaking to you. It was vicious.”
Wes sneered, “Look I can only imagine what you thought you saw, but nothing.”
“Oh please, stop spouting off what your PR person told you to tell the press!” she yelled, “I am not the fucking press. I am your wife. Your beaten humiliated wife and I know what I saw! Do you want me to call Lily? Or Janelle? How about Alene, she got a kick out of it. Hell, I’m sure Angel thought it was a hoot not to mention Steve, Criss, Scott, Mav and Nate. I can even call the children of all of my friends and the best one, my son! Your buddies must think you are a stud! Was she another one of Criss’ cast offs or did you find her yourself.”
Wes slapped her. Juliet laughed. As the blood began to trickle from her lip, she formed a plan. It was a good plan, but she had to survive. “What’s a matter baby,” she said, “Did I get too close to the truth?”
“Stop it,” he whispered.
“Little man can’t even find his own women. He has to pick up after a bigger better man.”
Wes punched her and she fell down. She laughed at him. He couldn’t stand that. He punched her again. This time she punched him back. He stood up. She scooted away from him and grabbed the doorway to the foyer for stability. A little more, just a little more pushing and she’d have him. She said, “Wanna know what I did do ya? Wanna know what I did when I found out?”
“Don’t say it.”
“Oh you think you know do you? I bet you don’t.”
“Juliet I mean it stop it.”
“I grabbed the first guy I saw and I screwed his brains out all night long and some of the next morning.”
Wes’ anger took hold but he tried to stay stationary. There was only one person she could have slept with. His anger got the best of him and he threw his glass at her head. She ducked and kept laughing. “You gotta do better than that little boy,” she taunted him.
Wes yelled, “Stop it Jules! I don’t want to hurt you, why won’t you stop.”
She yelled back, “You’re too late Wes. You already hurt me. I’d rather you beat the shit out of me. The bruises go away. You stupid arrogant little man. You are nothing to me do you understand. Nothing. You can’t even piss as good as he can. You aren’t a man you’re spoiled little boy!”
He blacked out and sprang at her. She fought as best as she could for as long as she could, but eventually he was too much for her. He hit her in the head a few times to many and she passed out.
Wes stopped and slumped down. He’d done it. No, she made him do it. It was always her. She grunted and began to come too. He petted her hair. She tried to roll over and Wes asked quietly, “What are we gonna do babe?”
Juliet was groggy, but she needed to get away. Weakly, she stood up and said, “I can’t stay here and look at you. You disgust me. You have for years. You can’t hurt me anymore. But I can hurt you….and I will.”
She stumbled to her purse. She hadn’t quite hurt him enough. She had to put him in a complete rage. She had to buy time to escape. He wasn’t wearing shoes. She hid his keys in her purse. He had spare sets but he’d have to remember where they were.
“C’mon Juliet,” she whispered to herself, “Wake up. You have to do this and leave fast.”
He walked towards her and she suddenly found her strength. She grabbed her purse and headed for the door. She stopped as she opened the door and said, “I never loved you, ever. I only married you to get back at Criss. I hope that what I am about to say torments you for the rest of your life. The first guy I saw after the interview was Criss. I screwed him all night and was just finishing up when you called and he was better than anyone I’ve ever been with.”
Wes leapt toward her. She she slammed the door. It shook the house. She ran as fast as she could, jumped in her Jag, threw it in reverse and pushed on the gas. She had to turn around to get out of the driveway. As she slammed on the brakes to put the car in drive, Wes reached the car. He was pounding on the window with murder in his gaze. The window shattered and she slammed it in drive and sped away.
Criss, she had to get to Criss. He would handle this. Her head was foggy. She was dizzy and disoriented. She approached the gate and pushed the button, Derek’s familiar British accent greeted her and then she heard the familiar buzzing sound as he opened the gate. She drove in. Angel’s car was out front. She fumbled around in the glove box and found the garage door opener. She pushed the second button and pulled her car into the garage.
Criss was so ridiculous. He didn’t change any of this stuff out. She started to pass out again. She got out of the car and staggered through the staff hallway. No one was there.
As she emerged from the hallway, Nate turned. He saw a murder victim not a person. There was blood gushing from every orifice of her face. It was nothing but one giant bruise. He couldn’t even find her eyes and her hair was soaked with blood and sweat. Her fingers were cut-up. Her normally well-manicured nails were broken and her hands were swollen. She was missing teeth. He gasped.
She froze. She didn’t know who he was for a second. She was trying to remember who it was. This was Criss’ house right?
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