Fearing you, Loving you
Chapter One
Our life was the greatest, until that one Tuesday afternoon. That Tuesday afternoon changed my life. I had never thought he would do that to me. He had hit me. After two years of being together, he had finally done what he promised everyday of my life. I had never, ever believed him. Harry was supposed to be the sane, safe, loving husband he was meant to be. I guess I was wrong. He was violent, insane, and unknowing. Unknowing because he really didn't understand what he was doing to me. His pregnant wife.
It had started because I had gone out that morning without consulting him first. I had had to go shopping and had felt I didn't need to tell him what I was going to do. When I came home at one-thirty though, after being out for two hours, he confronted me.
"Where were you?" He yelled at me, with his harsh, obtrusive voice.
"I went to go shopping. As you can see, we have nothing at home. Come on, help me with these bags." I replied. By that time I was inside the living room, trying to cross over to the kitchen, but Harry was blocking my way.
"LIAR! YOU WERE OUT WITH THAT REPORTER, WEREN'T YOU? DON'T LIE TO ME!" He was getting closer to me and I could see the vein in his neck pulsating.
"I AM NOT LYING! Can't you get it? I was out shopping." I showing him the grocery bags that were weighing me down. Then the unexpected happened. As I showed him the bags, he grabbed all four of them and threw them at the wall. I stood there in shock, not knowing what to say. The groceries I had just bought were all over the floor. Eggs, milk, and juices were splattered on the white carpet.
"Look what you did! Clean it up! NOW!" He screamed at me. He was pointing at the exact place where he threw the bags and he was in absolute rage.
"I am not cleaning that mess up. You did it, you pick it up!" I yelled back at him.
"What did you say? You dare to answer back to me? Give me lip?" He was getting closer and closer. His eyes were frantic, darting from one place to another. The beautiful green eyes were black in that instant as he came closer. His nostril flaring, his voice a mix of outrage and hate. One of his hands was up in the air and the other was reaching for my arm.
I ran, ran as fast as I could with a baby inside me. But he was faster. Before I knew it I was on the floor with a stinging pain on the right side of my face. I reached up to soothe my hurt face and felt the salty water running out of my eyes.
Harry was right in front of me. His eyes on me. The look on his face was of disbelief. I didn't know how to respond to him. My kind, caring, non- violent husband had just hit me. He leaned down and did an unexpected thing. He put his arms around my shoulder and rocked me in his arms.
"I am so sorry, honey. I don't know what came over me. Please, I beg of you. I am sorry with the deepest regret in my heart. "
His eyes were back to the normal shade of green and the gentleness that I had fell in love with came back into his countenance. I stared in awe at what he had just convayed to me. I do not know what came over me in that instant, but I forgave him. I believed that it would only happen that one time, but even once is too much. I didn't know how wrong I would be.
After that Tuesday, May third, nothing happened. My baby was due in two weeks and we never spoke about what had happened on that afternoon.
Chapter One
Our life was the greatest, until that one Tuesday afternoon. That Tuesday afternoon changed my life. I had never thought he would do that to me. He had hit me. After two years of being together, he had finally done what he promised everyday of my life. I had never, ever believed him. Harry was supposed to be the sane, safe, loving husband he was meant to be. I guess I was wrong. He was violent, insane, and unknowing. Unknowing because he really didn't understand what he was doing to me. His pregnant wife.
It had started because I had gone out that morning without consulting him first. I had had to go shopping and had felt I didn't need to tell him what I was going to do. When I came home at one-thirty though, after being out for two hours, he confronted me.
"Where were you?" He yelled at me, with his harsh, obtrusive voice.
"I went to go shopping. As you can see, we have nothing at home. Come on, help me with these bags." I replied. By that time I was inside the living room, trying to cross over to the kitchen, but Harry was blocking my way.
"LIAR! YOU WERE OUT WITH THAT REPORTER, WEREN'T YOU? DON'T LIE TO ME!" He was getting closer to me and I could see the vein in his neck pulsating.
"I AM NOT LYING! Can't you get it? I was out shopping." I showing him the grocery bags that were weighing me down. Then the unexpected happened. As I showed him the bags, he grabbed all four of them and threw them at the wall. I stood there in shock, not knowing what to say. The groceries I had just bought were all over the floor. Eggs, milk, and juices were splattered on the white carpet.
"Look what you did! Clean it up! NOW!" He screamed at me. He was pointing at the exact place where he threw the bags and he was in absolute rage.
"I am not cleaning that mess up. You did it, you pick it up!" I yelled back at him.
"What did you say? You dare to answer back to me? Give me lip?" He was getting closer and closer. His eyes were frantic, darting from one place to another. The beautiful green eyes were black in that instant as he came closer. His nostril flaring, his voice a mix of outrage and hate. One of his hands was up in the air and the other was reaching for my arm.
I ran, ran as fast as I could with a baby inside me. But he was faster. Before I knew it I was on the floor with a stinging pain on the right side of my face. I reached up to soothe my hurt face and felt the salty water running out of my eyes.
Harry was right in front of me. His eyes on me. The look on his face was of disbelief. I didn't know how to respond to him. My kind, caring, non- violent husband had just hit me. He leaned down and did an unexpected thing. He put his arms around my shoulder and rocked me in his arms.
"I am so sorry, honey. I don't know what came over me. Please, I beg of you. I am sorry with the deepest regret in my heart. "
His eyes were back to the normal shade of green and the gentleness that I had fell in love with came back into his countenance. I stared in awe at what he had just convayed to me. I do not know what came over me in that instant, but I forgave him. I believed that it would only happen that one time, but even once is too much. I didn't know how wrong I would be.
After that Tuesday, May third, nothing happened. My baby was due in two weeks and we never spoke about what had happened on that afternoon.