Run Rabbit Run
"If I told you I loved you, what would you say?"
"That's an impossible question Nellie. Why would I love you?'
This of course broke our poor bakers heart.
Why would he? Why shouldn't he? She couldn't wrap her little head around it. Sure she didn't have hair as yellow as the sun or eyes as blue as the ocean, but wasn't red as fire and brown as chocolate just as good? She didn't understand.
For years no she had waited, waited for him to save her, relieve her from this gloom called life once and for all. This fiery hope was extinguished by his bruising words, leaving cuts so deep on her mind that they would never heal right, constantly leaving horrid scars of reminder. It was a shame what the man could do to her. He didn't even know.
As she stood there, pondering words so harshly spoken and staring puzzled across the room, she noticed a concerned gaze signaling her to leave,
"I'll just be going now," She said a little too eagerly. God how she wanted to be out of this room. "Good night Benjamin, sweet dreams and all."
She pushed past the flowery wall paper of the parlor, letting the words he said stab her once again, tears welling in her eyes. This night could only get worse.
What came next was both expected and shocking. All of a sudden she felt a hard blow across her face, sending her to the ground. Wincing in pain she recoiled towards the wall. She pawed at the red spot on her cheek, recalling the many times Albert had had a fit of jealousy.
"What the hell do you think you were doing?! I thought I told you never to talk to that, that, that man!"
"I wasn't talking to him I swear!"
She regretted these words as soon as they left her mouth. "Oh why can't I keep my mouth shut?" she thought to her self. She was sobbing even harder now, awaiting the thing she knew would come next.
As he advanced on her, all but shouting, she tried to remember the happy moments in her life. She tried to focus on Benjamin's smile, or his laugh, anything that would keep her mind off of what was coming next.
"How dare you lie to me like that! You're a slut Nellie, I conniving little slut and I don't know why I kept you so long…"
"How can you say that to me Albert?!"
"I can say whatever I damn well please!"
And with that came another blow to her face, the previous already starting to bruise.
As she sat on the floor, bawling her eyes over the things that were yet to come, she didn't understand how someone that was supposed to love her so much could cause her so much pain.
He shoved her to the floor, whilst pulling his trousers down. She stopped her tear flow almost immediately. She would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry. She would take it like the strong woman she was, not the slut he believed her to be.
She listened to him grunt and moan, his fat stomach against her flat one. She bit her lip to keep the tears from falling out of her big brown eyes.
The only way she could deal was to look at the ceiling, knowing her beloved was right upstairs.
If only her Benjamin could save her now…