Hello. I'm Maria Reynolds. I may be known as the villain in your history book. No, that's Burr. Can I just start over? Hi. I'm Maria Reynolds. I'm known as A VILLAN in your history book. And I'm very sorry. I had no choice. You don't know what it's like. You don't know why I had to.
Let me tell you the real story. I was at home with my husband, James Reynolds. He was crabby and stubborn, and there was nothing I could do about it. I remember long ago when he was such a gentlemen, saying how much he loved me. He would always walk along the lake with me, telling me how beautiful I was. I was deeply in love with him. He would always be by my side. It was the kind of love that would never cease. Or so I thought. Every night he beats me. He cheats with me behind my back, and mistreating me. He would hit be as hard as he could.
"James!", I called. There was still hope for him in my heart he would change to his older self.
"WHAT!", he shouted at me, I could hear the anger in his voice.
"I-I love you...", I said.
He paused and looked at me. He had a poker face. I couldn't tell what was gonna happen. He inched towards me. There was hope. The sweet James was still in there. Then... SLAP. He slapped me in the face, using his nails to scratch me over my eyelid. It was bleeding.
I backed away.. my jaw dropped. I could of swore I saw a twinkle in his eyes before he slapped me. I saw the hope in people, that's what I do.
"Shut up woman just leave me alone and take your daughter.", he said with a glare. There was no twinkle in his eye left for me to see the good in him.
i had almost nothing left. Just my daughter. I wasn't able to give up James, even though he didn't love me. I wasn't used to him beating me. Everyday he would hire and punch with more force, more anger, more rage.
I choked my tears back and managed to speak, "I-I made dinner...are you hungry..?"
He glared at me with his poker face again, then beat me over and over again.
I managed to shut up, and went over to my daughter. She had pity in her eyes. I'd do anything to protect her. Even getting beaten.
I'm not a bad person, I promise. I just needed a break. There's much more to this story, not nearly finished. Please pray for me and my awful life
-Maria Reynolds
