Everybody knows that I don´t own anything…well maybe I own James Cruiesevil smile muhaha.
And Another thing.. I am a relatively new ff writer so be kind forthelovofgod be kindbegs and this fic is all fiction, not based on anything so like every characters may be kindof offcharacter if you now what I mean. Thats all breaths
She was fighting the urge to vomit, her head was pounding like never before. She tried
To sit up but her ribs made her give away a painfilled scream, the scream was not to
loud but loud enough to help. In some wierd way screaming always helped when she
was hurt, and swearing but now was not the time.
When she finally got into a sitting position, after what seem to be like a forever of painful
torment, she leaned her head against the wall. She had been beaten before, many times
but not this bad, not ever. The one who did this to her was her nogood husband, he did
this everytime he saw her do something he didn´t like. She would rather that he would
be a cheating bastard then this, but he wasn´t, but he often enough blamed her to be,
cheating that is.
Sha made her way up to stand on her legs with the help of the wall behind her, but as
she supported herself with her right wrist she gave away yet another painfilled scream.
She brought her hand up so that she could give it a look, it looked to be broken. She
touched it and the pain came back, yes her wrist was broken. She then made her way to
the big mirror that was hanging in the little downstairs bathroom, the bathroom had a
cozy blue and white colour. What she saw in the mirror she could not recognize, in the
mirror she saw a beaten woman, a woman whos face was tearstained and frightend, a
broken woman. But, that was not her, a soon to be FBI agent, a woman who´s trained in
selfdefens and in nearcombat, this couldn´t be her this wouldn´t be her. She looked at
her self to see the extent of her injuries. " Let´s see, a broken wrist, no bruising in the
face just some red marks, some scratch marks on the uperbody and also some bruising
and maybe some broken ribs." Yeah, nice guy her husband. Her husband, James Cruies
was a police officer and had a really big anger problem. That´s why she couldn´t go to
the police, they wouldn´t believe her, go figures.
She went up to their room and packed her bags and then went down with her bags and
put them in the hallway and slowly made her way to the living room. The living room was
a big room with a fire place and some very cozy furnitures, she went over to the place
were they keept their framed pictures. She picked up their wedding picture and wathed
it, relived it in her mind. She was so happy, they both were. Once she did actually love
him, she loved him more then she would ever admit. She carefully put the pictureframe
back on its original place and went to look at the next one, it was of her and James, they
were on a picknick. She rememberd that day, it was before he started getting violent and
she laughed so hard that day. They looked so inlove and happy. She let a tear escape
from her eyes, but she wouldn´t cry anymore she wouldn´t be made a victim.
She took her bags and left the little white house forgood. As she drove of she prayed
that she would never see him again. She would never fear him again, she would never
be scared that he would come home angry and she would never ever let him do the
things he did to her again, because she was strong and would not give up. Her name is
Emily Prentiss and she left that godforsaken hole and would never return again, well
that´s what she thought anyway.
Please tell me what you thinkX3