"What do you think would happen if these got out? Think you'd still get to play Mrs. Matthews?"
In the blackness, the only light came from the phone in Eleanor's hand.
The moment I made out what was on the screen, I went still.
"Kenneth gave those to you?"
Eleanor waved the phone lazily. "Sure did."
"I told him I wanted to see, and he just handed them over. He even told me I should never let a man film me like that. Said it wasn't safe..."
Rage tore through me like a live wire. I shot to my feet and shoved Eleanor to the ground.
"Kenneth, help me!"
I pinned her beneath me, slap after slap raining down without pause.
Kenneth arrived and kicked me off her.
"Betty, have you lost your mind?!"
"She's pregnant, do you even know that?!"
Eleanor buried her face in Kenneth's chest, sobbing, whimpering that she was scared, that it hurt.
My bloodshot eyes locked onto Kenneth.
He noticed the phone on the floor. Something flickered behind his gaze.
"This is what you hit her over?"
"Pictures are already taken. What, afraid someone might see?"
His voice carried seven parts cold mockery and three parts careless anger.
"Betty, I really have spoiled you."
"Time you learned a lesson."