Burned

WOOT WOOT! Hi there guys! My names Julesthejellyfish, but call me Jelly. This is my second FanFic and I'm not that experienced, so please don't trash it! Please R&R, I'd really appreciate it!

With love,

Jelly :D

"Can I talk to you for a second?" my husband, Flinn asked as he walked into my workshop. A cold winter's wind from outside whooshed in. The fire grew, threatening to set my long black hair ablaze.

"Sure." I put down the axe I was sharpening and stood up. "How's Herbar holding up? Is he still coughing up phlegm?" He was our 5-year-old son.

"Yes. He's still coughing a lot. I talked to the doctor and he said that a lot of fluid has built up in his lungs and that the best option would be to drain his lungs." I winced. I couldn't imagine how in Tamriel they could do that.

"Couldn't we take him to Whiterun and get a more educated opinion? Maybe take him to the temple?" I walked over to Flinn as he embraced me. Our marriage had been eroding slowly, after Herbar contracted his disease. An embrace was a rare occurrence. Our honeymoon excitement was long gone.

"Come on, Skelli," he said, tiredly. Skelli's my nickname. My real name's Skintell. "You know that Riverwood doesn't have enough money to maintain a stable. And it's too long of a walk for you and Herbar in this harsh weather."

"But I can't let that crazy man we call a doctor touch my Herbar!" I could just imagine the tubes. The needles. The magic. The knives. I shivered.

"Baby, it's our only option." Flinn held me tighter. I pulled away.

"I've told you not to call me baby. It makes me feel like a damsel in distress or something." As I turned around to put out the fire, Flinn grabbed my wrist and leaned in close to me. "You don't make the rules around here. Baby," he whispered, smirking. I smelled mead, lingering on his breath. He had been drinking. A lot. He moved his hand from my wrist to my waist then his right hand on the back of my neck and pulled me close. This had unfortunately happened before. I wasn't about to let it happen again.

"Stop. I don't want to. Not tonight." I tried to pry his hands off but they wouldn't move. He moved a hand from my waist to my breast. He smiled and said nastily, "Don't tell me what to do, baby."

"I said, stop it!" I shouted at him. In one fluid motion, I grabbed the freshly-sharpened axe from behind me and swung it at Flinn's knee. It hit with a blood-curdling snap. He fell from where he was into the fire, which was now just white-hot coals, screaming.

"Skintell! You bitch! Help me!" He tried getting up but his leg prevented him. I thought about briefly helping him out, but then I remembered Heia. And Gertrude. And all the other women he cheated on me with. I remembered how he hit Herbar once with the handle of his dagger. He had hit me too. I remembered how he was unemployed and how my blacksmithing job was our only source of income.

I let him burn.

Skintell's quite the bad-ass if I may say so myself! Woah! I'll try to upload chapters as frequent as possible~till then, adios, bitachos!