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From Russia, With Love...Part 2	By : Number9Dream Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1564 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Vladimir Kozlov personally and I am not making any money off of this story. It is a work of fiction.

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“Damn, girl…you’re really pregnant, aren’t you?”
“Yeah. I am…” They sat on Jeanine’s couch together eating out of the same ice cream carton and watching House.
“So, wait,” Jeanine switched the T.V. off. “Tell me what happened. Exactly what happened.”
“Well, it started a few weeks ago. I had found out I was pregnant, and I didn’t want to have sex anymore. I’m not sure if having sex can really hurt a baby, but I really didn’t want to take the risk. But, I mean, I didn’t tell him I was pregnant.”
“Why?” A baffled look crossed her friend’s face.
“Because…I felt like he would run off.”
“Wait, so…you’re married to a guy who…you think will run off when you tell him you’re pregnant? And you think that’s a good marriage?” Renae waved her hand at that question and continued on with her story. Jeanine rolled her eyes.
“So…one day…we were at home and he tried to seduce me, and I told him no. So he got angry and he went to watch T.V. I followed him into the living room and I assured him that I still wanted him, I just didn’t feel like having sex. So he just like…got angrier than I’ve ever seen him. And he freaked out, and then he started ripping, like literally ripping, off my clothes. To make a long story short…he raped me. Violently. The only way I could stop him was screaming at him that I was pregnant. And then when I told him, he punched me in the face.” Jeanine put her hand up.
“As soon as he hit you, you should have thrown him out of the house.”
“He left. And then he came back and he brought me flowers and he told me he’d never do it again. But then a few days later he got mad at me for not telling him, again, and we got into a fight and he shoved me to the floor. Then he helped me up. And then today, we went out so I could get maternity clothes. He wouldn’t ‘let’ me pay or ‘let’ me carry the bag. So I got angry, and I tried to leave the situation so we could both cool off, but he like…grabbed me by the arm and told me I should never walk away from him. I’m getting more scared by the day, Jeanine.”
“I knew something about this guy wasn’t right.”
“I feel like it’s my fault.” She turned away.
“Are you retarded? It’s not your fault at all. It’s his. He’s got a fucking problem. And you need to leave him.”
“I can’t…”
“Yeah, that’s typical. The guy doesn’t even have a job. You’re supporting the two of you. You don’t need him for anything.”
“I love him!” Jeanine stared at her.
“You know, I’ve never understood you. You did this same shit when you were 18 years old with that douche bag Dan when he was dragging you through the fucking mud. ‘No, I can’t leave him, I love him, even though he calls me names and lets his friends slash my tires’. When are you going to get it that you can’t change these assholes? You deserve better than that?” Suddenly she heard Nightwish’s “Planet Hell” blasting forth from her cell phone. The name “Vladimir” was on the screen. She took the phone and prepared to answer it. “Don’t answer.”
“He’s my husband. I have to.” She pressed the ‘send’ button. “Hello?”
“Baby, please, come home…” She could barely hear through his sobs.
“Vladimir, I said I’d be home in a few hours.”
“Please, come home…” She could clearly tell by how loud his voice was and how slurred his speech was that he was wasted.
“Vladimir…stop drinking and go to sleep.”
“I love you. Please come home to me.” Her finger lingered on the ‘end’ button.
“Go to sleep, Vladimir. Put down the vodka and go to bed.” He sobbed some more.
“If I stop drinking will you come to me soon?” His sobs grew louder and more pathetic.
“Yes. Soon. If you go to sleep I will wake you up when I come home.”
“I love you baby. I love you so much. You’re my everything. Please come home.”
“I love you, too. Go to bed. I’ll be with you soon.”
“Okay, I am already on my bed. Goodnight, my love.” Vladimir hung up the phone. Jeanine looked at her sternly.
“Are you seriously going back there?” Renae stared down at her LG EnV2, flipping it open and closed.
“Yeah. In awhile.” They switched House back on and said no more about the matter. Finally Renae spoke. “I know you want to call the police. I know you do. But please…don’t. Let me decide when the right time to get other people involved is.”
“Fine, but I’m telling you: if you stay there to the point where I think your life is in danger, I don’t give a fuck what you tell me. I’m going to call the police or I might just kill the fucker myself. You’re my best friend. You know, I value the fact that you breathe.”
They sat in silence for a few hours, watching television, and finally Renae got up to leave. Jeanine got up and they hugged. Renae started digging around in her purse to find her keys.
“Call me when you pull into your driveway. I know when you get in your house it’ll be a huge scene.”
“Alright.”
Renae walked out the door and looked back at Jeanine one last time.
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From Russia, With Love...Part 2