My hell Episode 3

My head was spinning, I could feel my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Peter stood over me. He put me on my side and stuck his f!ngersdown my throat, ma-king me puke. When I woke again I was tucked in be-d, Peter was sat at the side of the be-d with his hands on his head. He lifted his head up, that’s when I saw tears rolling down his face. When he noticed I had woken up, he turned around and gr@bb£d my hand. I flin-ched at his t©uçh, waiting for his fists to reign down on me. But they didn’t come. Nothing happened, he just held my hand as tears poured from his eyes. He let go of my hand eventually and moved closer to me. My b©dy tensed up, I didn’t want him near me. I wanted him out. I didn’t want him to save me, I didn’t want to be here anymore. I didn’t want to be anywhere near him.
“I’m sorry.. I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry.” He cried over and over but still I couldnt talk, my mouth was dry and I had no words.
“I’m a monster. Help me Jodie” he pleaded.
I looked at him blankly and for the first time in months I saw the man I fell in love with, he was back. My loving husband was back. I reached across for the water that was placed on the be-dside table. Peter leaned over me and held it to myl-ips. I gulped it back.
“I’m going to get help Jodie. plea-se don’t leave me.” He begged after I had a drink.
Call me stupid but just looking at my husband now, the man I married I agreed to stay, to work on our marriage on the condition he got help. He k!$$£d my forehead before leaving the room. After a few minutes he c@m£ back in with a box, he placed it on my knee. I opened the box to find my phone, l@pt©p and keys sat inside. Peter lowered his head “After finding you like that, something inside of me snapped, the things I’ve done to you Jodie are disgusting and unforgivable and I honestly have no idea how or why I changed like that. I’m so sorry.”
I could only nod along. I didn’t know what to say to him anymore. Too much had happened and he was right what he did to me was unforgivable. I just wanted to believe my loving husband was back. Peter let me rest for a while before coming to check how I was. He brou-ght me a cu-p of tea and made me some toast. Once I finished with the tea and toast he wiped the crumbs off the be-d, tuck me in before k!ss!ngme on the forehead. For months he bec@m£ someone I hated but now my loving husband seemed to be ma-king a come back.
The next morning I woke up to fresh Orange jui-ce and a bowl of cereal from Peter. After I had eaten I climbe-d out of be-d and made my way downstairs, panic rose inside of me cause I didn’t ask for Peter’s permission to leave the be-d, he met me at the bo-ttomof the stairs, he took my hand in his. I waited for the beating to start but it didn’t, he lead me to the settee and wra-pped a blanket across my legs. He pas-sed me the television romote and sat down beside me. This didn’t feel right, my husband was been nice to me and it made panic.
I think Peter is changing
Or what do you think?
To be continued