May 3, 2002
“How could you talk to some stranger, Julie? How could you come here and talk to someone you don’t know?”
“I can talk to whoever I choose. You don’t own me, Alexander.”
He grabbed her arm and squeezed, hating the control she had, hating the clipped and cold tone she used when she was angry. “You will not talk to me like that! You are going to be my wife someday, and I will not tolerate such disrespect!”
“Get your hands off of me!” She spat, pulling her arm free. “You want disrespect? Fine. Here’s disrespect: fuck you and fuck my parents’ political aspirations. I’m not marrying you. Ever! I’m going home, and you can all go to hell!”
He grabbed her arm again, this time squeezing until tears came to her eyes. “You talk like a common whore, Julie.”
“And you treat me like one! I hate you, Alexander! I hate you!”
She ran then, but he didn’t give chase. Not right away. He waited ten, maybe fifteen, minutes and then slipped out the exit. No one was going to see him chase a woman. He was the one in control, God damn it.
Julie was in the parking lot by the car, crying into her cell phone.
He knew now that the phone was his mistake, though it could no longer be helped. Thankfully, Julie had apparently been too distraught to make much sense on the phone – otherwise he would have been caught long ago. When she saw the look on his face, she closed the phone and backed away.
“Give it to me,” he ordered, his tone leaving her no room for argument.
She refused. “Go screw yourself, Alexander,” she snapped. “I’ve enough money of my own. I don’t need a single one of you. I won’t be sold into marriage with you.”
“You will not talk to me like that. I will not tolerate it!” He slapped her, the force of his anger knocking her to the ground.
“You bastard! You hit me! You’ll never live this down! I’ll tell everyone about you!”
“You’ll do no such thing!” He was going to lose control soon, he knew. That would be unacceptable. That would be common. Hauling her to her feet, he hit her with a well-aimed blow to her temple. A moment later, her unconscious body was in the trunk of his car. Alex tossed her handbag in, slammed the trunk shut, and went back into the bar to create an alibi.