Free Honeymoon from Hell IV by R.L. Mathewson

of the pond every few seconds and liked to
throw in his direction with a murderous glare.
    “We are not speaking,” she reminded him
with that same frightening glare as she stopped trying to clean her
tangled hair in the dark murky water and returned her attention to
finding another rock to chuck at him.
    “Why not?” he asked innocently, simply
because seeing her this pissed off at him was entertaining
him.
    It probably shouldn’t, not with the
truce they’d agreed on, but God, it just made his day to see her
this riled up and angry with him. She’d always entertained him and
he was glad to see that would probably never change, especially
since the angrier that she got with him, the worse her aim became.
Christ, he’d lost count of how many times that simple fact had
saved his ass over the years.
    Her beautiful eyes narrowed to slits as
she reached down, grabbed another handful of mud and rotten leaves
and chucked it in his direction. It landed five feet away, landing
harmlessly between two trees and scaring the hell out of a couple
of birds. A little muscle beneath her eye ticked as she blindly
reached for another handful of mud.
    “I hate you!” she snapped, tightening
her hold around the handful of mud and rotted leaves she’d managed
to scoop up.
    He opened his mouth, admittedly to
taunt her just a little more, when something about that handful of
mud caught his eye. He shut his mouth, swallowed hard and moved to
go to her, but unfortunately for him, at that same moment, his
beautiful, brave wife realized what she was holding and
promptly…
    Passed out.
    *-*-*-*
    “Don’t open your eyes!” Robert, her
normally levelheaded, calm and extremely rational husband snapped,
sounding somewhat hysterical and bringing up her level of terror to
a whole new level she’d never thought possible.
    “Are they gone?” she whispered, almost
too afraid to say it any louder, terrified that it would either
make her pass out again or vomit, because if she thought about what
she’d seen for even one second, she would probably lose
it.
    Kind of like the way that Robert was
apparently losing it right now.
    She’d known him since she was a baby
and she’d never seen him like this, heard terror in his voice
before and considering everything that she’d done to him over the
years, that was-
    Actually, not a very comforting
thought, because she’d done some really disturbing and mean things
to him over the years. Never once had he reacted like this before
and honestly, she prayed that it never happened again.
    “Yes?” he answered hesitantly, sounding
more like a question and not really reassuring her all that much
while she laid there, face down in the mud in the middle of the
woods where anyone could stumble across them.
    There was also the fact that
she could feel his trembling hands moving over her skin, plucking
here and there and making her wince and squeeze her eyes shut as
she desperately tried to think about something else, anything else,
but with every pluck and brush of his fingers against her goose-bumped skin, she
was reminded of what he was doing.
    She slowly licked her lips, trying to
find the courage that she needed to ask if he was lying to her, but
before she could manage to ask, she felt his two strong hands
gently grab hold of her hip and shoulder and slowly roll her over
onto her back.
    “Oh…fuck…me…no ,” he said
hoarsely.
    She knew that she shouldn’t have opened
her eyes. She did. She wasn’t stupid. She knew what she was going
to see, but more importantly she knew from Robert’s tone that it
was definitely something that she didn’t want to see. Yet, knowing
all of that didn’t stop her from foolishly opening her eyes,
raising her head high enough so that she could look down at her
body and-
    Scream.
    *-*-*-*
    Oh, God…
    Oh, God…
    Oh, God…
    Oh, God…
    “Oh…fuck…me…no ,” he said before he
could stop himself and God, how he wished he’d stopped himself,
because he knew