The Consequences of Saying No
As I look back on it now, I forever
regret saying no.
I was 20, Fred and Shaggy had both
proposed to me. I had told them both
that I needed time to think it over and decide. My heart was, at that time, telling me to marry Shaggy. Now I realize it was a misunderstood
signal. Shaggy had proposed to me a
week after Fred. I figure now that my
heart was really telling me to marry Fred, but I guess I was too caught up in
the shock to realize it.
Now, I live with Shaggy. Most of you would think we lived happily
ever after. Well, let me just say, and
excuse my language, hell no. At least
for me. Shaggy's happy enough with
someone to wait on him hand and foot, cook for him, and to amuse him when he
feels horny. After we had been married
for a year, it began. At first it was
just the occasional argument sometimes followed by my getting hurt. Then, it escalated to almost nightly fights
and my getting beaten and raped constantly.
Why did I turn Fred down? I feel like such an imbecile.
"Daphne!" His voice rang out from the living room.
I sighed, "Coming, dear." I walked into the living room. "Yes, dear?"
I prayed to God that he didn't pick up the sarcasm in my voice. Mercifully, he didn't and continued.
"Fred's coming over at seven tonight."
He said. I raised my eyebrows.
"He is?"
"Yes, and I want everything
sparkling! Now get going on it!" he
barked.
I nodded and began cleaning. Seven rolled around and the house was
sparkling. Shaggy had even gotten up
off the couch and brushed his hair. I
wanted to at least see Fred, but he wouldn't hear of it.
"No!
Absolutely not!"
"Why?
I have every right to see him!"
"Because I said so!" he reached out
and slapped me. I whimpered and walked
into my room. The tears began to flow
freely and I started to cry.
**Fred's
P.O.V.**
I approached the house where Shaggy
and Daphne currently lived. It looked
nice enough. I glanced up at one of the
second floor windows and thought I saw a woman's shadow, but realized I was
just fooling myself. I knocked on the
door and Shaggy answered it a few minutes.
"Hey, Fred, come on in." he opened the
door wider and showed me in. The entire
house was sparkling.
"Nice place you got here, Shag. Where's Daphne?"
"Oh, she-she went shopping with a
couple of her friends. They won't be
back til late."
"Oh, ok." I said. To tell the truth, I was a bit
disappointed. I had loved Daphne when
we were younger. Yes, that's right I
said love. I turned back to Shaggy
"So, what's for dinner?"
"It's this steak I grilled a few days
ago. I'm just gonna warm it up. Make yourself at home." He went into the
kitchen.
It was then I realized I had to go to
the bathroom. Not wanting to disturb
Shaggy, I decided to find the bathroom on my own [Coincidental, isn't it?
^_^]. Once I reached the second floor,
I noticed that one of the doors was partially ajar. I approached it and peered in.
I saw a bed. Someone was on the
bed, asleep. What I saw next horrified
me. It was Daphne. Her normally silky red hair was lank and
messy. There was a bruise forming under
her right eye, and I saw a bruise on her arm [note: she was wearing short
sleeves.]. I exited the room, no longer
needing to go to the bathroom.
All through dinner, I tried to
confront Shaggy about what I'd seen, but I couldn't find the words. I left around 10:00 p.m. and was just about
to pull away from the curb when I heard a woman scream with pain. There was no mistaking it. It was Daphne.
I jumped out of my car, ran through
the front door and scooted for the second floor. I reached the door of the room I had gone in before, yanked open
the door, and gasped at the sight.
Shaggy was holding Daphne at gunpoint
and I could see a trickle of blood running down her forehead. I froze, unable to move.
To be Continued…
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