The Unstoppable Son in law

CHAPTER 1: LOCKED UP.

Vanessa stormed into the dimly lit and cramped up room, huffing and puffing. She rushed furiously towards the bed, raising her right leg, she kicked Damon, who was cocooned in the blankets, snoring loudly. She kicked with so much force and anger, Damon fell to the ground, on his butt.

"What was that for?" Damon asked timidly, not daring to raise his voice. He rubbed his butt with his face scrunched up in pain. "Shut up." Vanessa shouted furiously, making Damon flinch slightly. "Did you take the apple juice I made?" Vanessa asked, waiting for the answer she knew already.

She was already thinking on how she was going to deal with him, real hard. Damon opened his mouth to talk, but he couldn't form any words, he was guilty. Knowing taking the apple juice had consequences but he couldn't resist the temptation when he saw it in the fridge.

He had always loved apple juice since he was little. "You took it, right?" Vanessa smiled wickedly, wicked thoughts running through her head. "But I didn't take it all." Damon tried to defend himself, but his meek and timid voice betrayed him, it sounded weak, since he eaten that day.

"That apple juice wasn't for a scum like you." Vanessa said with an angry face, "You didn't take it all, you say?" Vanessa couldn't believe his guts. She hated him to the bones. He only had an handsome face and nothing else, she couldn't believe she agreed to marry him.

Vanessa was initially attracted to Damon, because of his face, thinking that it wasn't bad that she was to marry him, because her family needed money at that time. But she regrets her decision now, after realizing that he is a fool. He couldn't even muster courage to touch her.

Vanessa met his foster brother afterwards, and her mouth watered at the sight she saw. He was everything that Damon wasn't. "Your family is visiting today and I made that apple juice personally for them." Vanessa continued to shout at him, rudely, even though the apple juice was for Vintage.

She couldn't say that out to him. Damon's eyes widened in surprise and horror when he heard about his family's coming. He thought he had finally escaped from them, he thought he had left their wicked clutches. He had only been married for a month, and they are here already.

'Why were they coming?' He asked himself, completely ignoring Vanessa who was still shouting angrily. He felt a cold shiver down his spine, his foster family was a nightmare to him. He was grateful that they had brought him up and paid all his bills since he was a child.

He couldn't stand their constant bullying and scorn towards him, especially from his foster brother.Damon was suddenly pushed forward, he hit his head on the bed's headboard. Damon winced in pain, he touched his head and felt a warm liquid on his head. He was bleeding, his eyes widened slightly.

He turned to see Vanessa behind him. She has pushed him, but why?. "You dare to ignore me? Scum." Vanessa snarled at him, making Damon cower in fear. He had been a victim of constant bullying and abuse and he knew when someone hated him, just like Vanessa hates him.

He couldn't stand up for himself, his self-esteem and confidence were non-existent. He just wanted to live with his wife, and love her, hoping to be loved in return but he couldn't see that happening now. Vanessa grinned wickedly, when she noticed that he was bleeding, his blood, excited her.

"You are not allowed to treat that." She declared, "Now go downstairs, there is a lot of work waiting for you." Vanessa said finally, glaring at him, wickedly. She walked towards the door, shaking her hips seductively, she wasn't trying to seduce Damon, but she was naturally seductive and sultry.

"Two minutes. I want to see you downstairs." She said seriously, before opening the door and walking out, banging the door, loudly. Damon slumped to the cold floor, his face paled due to fear. 'What did I get into?' He thought. He thought he would be free after getting married.

He thought marriage was a fairy tale, but he only jumped from one hell to another hell. His life with his foster family, flashed before his eyes. He had just got back from school, happily walking inside the house, wanting to show his excellent result, to his foster parents.