Bully Betrayal Ep. 1: Your Enemy Uses Your Wife

Benny's childhood bully and worst enemy moves in next door. It becomes clear right away that the bully has evil plans for Benny and his wife. Defiled, humiliated, and owned…things will never be the same for the newlyweds.

Excerpt: 1
“HeheHaha,” the man began to laugh. That awful laugh. The very same from the moving truck yesterday, the same from my nightmare this morning. That. F******. Laugh.
“Ron Dunk,” I spit out in a whisper. “Ron Dunk from Juniper High School and then AU. Ron fucking Dunk.”
At first Ron squinted in puzzlement, but then the confusion split apart into the most arrogant, shit-eating I’ve got you now grin I have ever seen.
“Benny Dorsen, you little shit!” The same awful laugh erupted from Ron again as he wrapped both of his huge hands around my shoulders and started to shake me like a ragdoll. “Benny! Old pal! You remember me don’t yah, yah twat!” His blue eyes were suddenly on fire, and when he hooted, the mop of blonde hair on top of his head waved like soap in a bubble bath.
Lyndsey looked on smiling, but in her eyes was a vast uncertainty.
“And if you are Benny Dorsen,” Ron said, easing his chokehold on me and turning towards my wife, “You must be…Lyndsey Dorsen.” He winked at her. She blushed.
“You remembered my name, I’m impressed,” my wife said to him.
“Well, you’re easy to remember,” Ron said. A long, dense pause passed between the three of us, though it seemed an easy silence for Ron and Lyndsey. Then Ron spoke again, “I was just coming over here to introduce myself, but I see the introductions have already been made!”
“You know each other?” Lyndsey said, looking at me for the first time in a while.
“We sure do,” I said.
“Hell, Benny and I go way back! Way back. Don’t we Benny? Shit, high school…those were some good times weren’t they Benny? Then college! And you thought you were getting rid of me! Ha! HeheHaha!”
Lyndsey was standing there watching us. Her arms were folded under her breasts, pushing them upwards and possibly onwards of that little tank top that was soaked through with sweat. “What are the chances?” She asked.
“Not good,” I said.
“HeheHaha, Benny! You’re right! Not good at all!”

Excerpt 2:
(Flashback)
He pulled me by my arms and neck to the bathroom down the hall. The toilet seat was already up and waiting. Ron easily got my head into the bowl; I was all out of fight. Defeated, I held my breath and went under. The toilet flushed. Again, and again, it flushed.
Between the waves of rushing water in my ears, I heard them cackling. Then more…voices? More laughing, louder and heavier and mor plentiful. When I looked up, the faces of almost 6 other frat jocks were looking into the bathroom pointing and heckling me. The sound of it was deafening.
He left me in there and kicked me once on the way out. I could see Rebecca(my date) standing at the end of the hallway, watching. As Ron went past her, he grabbed her hand. I heard him say, “how about that kiss?” The other frat guys retreated with them and left me alone in the bathroom.
I closed the door and sat on the floor for a while. There were no towels and nothing to dry off with, so I used my own shirt the best I could to get the toilet water out of my hair and ears. I had never been manhandled to that extent before, not even by Ron when we were in high school.
After a few minutes I collected myself and pathetically, I put my wet toilet shirt back on and got off the dirty bathroom floor. The walk down that hallway seemed to take an hour, terrified to show my humiliated face to either of them. There was no way she had really kissed him, right? We had been going out for 2 months and we hadn’t even f****** yet…there was no way she could betray me like that.