Outside the bottles and pills.
You once dreamt of this life; wanting the fame and money, the handsome husband and popular child. When he first proposed you were so happy, so ready to take your place beside him at classy functions, exclusive parties, and movie premiers. So ready to claim his last name as your own, and see your face painted on newspapers across town. At first things were great and you believed that your dream had become reality.
With the first fist in your face came the first crack in your picturesque world. Your pregnancy fixed things for a while and for a couple of years Aaron played the proud father to your little man. But as Logan grew so did his fathers rage and the beatings resumed, but this time it wasn't just you. This time your precious baby was victim to the monster you'd naively married.
You started taking pills, numbing yourself from the blows. Yet at functions and parties you still played the dutiful wife, regardless of how many punches he threw or bimbos he fucked. This monster was your husband and you were too broken by then to do anything about it.
Within months of starting the pills he'd transformed you into such a wreck that you needed the drugs to keep from constantly quivering. Through the haze of pills you began to notice his abuse of you had lessoned, and when you learnt why you took more pills to ignore the truth.
You soon began drinking. The pills controlled your anxiety and shaking, but you drunk to disappear inside your mind. Because in your drunken state you could pretend that your picture-perfect life was still that. You could pretend that your husband didn't whip his family, ignore how your only son suffered abuse to protect you, and remember the initial months of your marriage when everything had seemed perfect.
When you moved to Neptune you vowed that things would get better, and they did in a way. Aaron's beatings became less frequent, Logan found good friends, and you quit drinking. But things were still far from perfect.
When Logan brought home his friends you were please to find that you approved. Lily and Dick were a bit rebellious and free spirited, while Duncan and Veronica were more sincere and well-grounded. You believed that they could help your baby, rescue him from your husband's fury.
But then Lily was murdered, and the Mars family shunned, Duncan withdrew inside himself, and your son's anger boiled. But he still stood tall and took lashings intended for you without blame.
One day it simply became too much, you let go of your dream for the picture-perfect life. You had to do it, had to finish everything. You never wanted Logan to suffer but you couldn't keep allowing him to protect you. And you knew that his true friends would return when needed. You left everything to him and prayed for his future. And as you jumped you could only mutter your last cry for help to your son, "Forgive me."
You never wanted your life to end this way, never imagined it would. You married Aaron dreaming of 'Happily-ever-after', now you could only pray that your son received his, and beg that he forgive you. A plea you knew would be answered because Logan wasn't you and he wasn't his father. He loved you, even though he probably shouldn't. You know he'll always love you, just as you'll always love him. Just as you always did, because even with all the money, fame, riches, and pills – he was the only thing worth living for. Even if that wasn't enough in the end.
You had always thought that you'd caught your dream, but in reality, it caught you.
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