Author's Note: I was just watching a movie and thought of this. I've always wanted to write something like this so I hope that what I was thinking came out in this story. I think I'll let you decide on how you like this story and if you want me to continue.
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His hand came across her face within a flash, knocking her to the floor. She fell, her hands reaching out for anything she could grab onto and found that her hands had grabbed onto the table, knocking it down with her. Her face hit the floor with a hard thud. She winced in pain as she felt his hands grabbed at her neck, pulling her to her feet.
She covered her hands on her face, protecting herself, not wanting to get hit in the face. Anywhere else was fine, but not the face. She couldn't let him do that. She let her chin rest on her chest and she waited for the punches and kicks.
They had been married for five years since they were old enough too. She was eighteen, stupid and in love. He was nineteen, highly jealous and in rage.
The beatings didn't start till she turned twenty. They had used unprotected sex since they were married and for two years she hadn't missed a period. He was angry. He wanted children. He beat her. Then when they both found out she couldn't have any. He beat on her more.
He slept with other women, god knows how many. He hit her, whipped her, choked her, and she lied each time. She covered up his tracks, the scratches, the cuts, the twisted ankles.
She told herself he was just always mad and she tried to make him feel better, but he'd push her off. She wasn't worth much of anything. He'd say. She was just as useless as his hand, so he cheated. Sometimes he rarely came home and if he did. He was just drunk, even more in rage.
But this time, he had walked through the door and all she did was greet him wearing black lingerie. He loved her in black, but he attacked her, no reason why. He always had reason why he hit her, pushed her, broke her.
The hits didn't happen this time. He had just back handed her, not hard enough to leave and bruise her skin and she wondered why.
"Caroline." His tone was harsh and so cold, as always.
"Y-yes sir?"
She had to call him that every time she spoke to him or he'd hurt her.
"An old friend of mine from school is coming into town. He needs a place to stay. He'll be staying here and since I have a beautiful fucking useless wife. I want you to show him around, anything he needs. I want you to do it for him. He doesn't want kids, you can't have any you worthless shit." He shook her. She whimpered.
"Go get changed, put on that blue one Elena got you. I fucking hate blue, but put it on, look presentable."
She didn't have to ask him. She took a wild guess.
He wanted her to sleep with his friend.
She nodded with a soft yes sir. He let her go, shoving her to the floor, nudging her with his foot before storming off, yelling about cleaning himself up. He wanted to go visit Vicki while she handled her business.
She waited a bit, swallowing hard as she rose to her feet slowly, touching her face, touching her body.
She felt fine.
She walked towards her bedroom, looking at herself in the mirror and noticed that her face was fine. She took off the lingerie, eying her body, making sure there were no marks.
Her husband was whoring her out. She had no say.
She grabbed before the brush, standing in the mirror, brushing her hair, sniffling quietly as she lost herself, wondering when she switched from happiness to being afraid.
She was the girl in school where she was bold. She hid from nothing and now, she was weak.
She was just weak.
I won't update or anything on this story till I hear what you all think about it.
Dom
