Hello and welcome to my new story Married To A Monster! This is different to what I usually write but it's been bugging me for ages so I've finally written it. My usual disclaimer applies... I own absolutely nothing. This story also has abusive situations and if you don't feel comfortable reading that type of stuff, then please don't read. Oh, and this story is absolutely fictional. So please read and review! :)
I walked over to my eldest daughter's bedroom and looked inside. I was surprised to see that all three of my daughters were cuddled up to one another in the bed, sleeping quite peacefully. Upon closer inspection, I could see the tear stains on their cheeks and I started crying again myself. This wasn't fair to them. I didn't want to do this to my little girls any more. As I lifted the blanket up to make sure it was covering all of them properly, I watched as my middle daughter stirred. As she was on the end, her arms wrapped protectively around her little sister, I bent down and stroked her hair softly.
"Mommy?" She whispered, her eyes peering through the darkness.
"Yeah baby girl, go back to sleep alright?" I whispered softly. Standing up, I walked over to door and took one final glance at my daughters before I left the room.
As I made it out to the living room, I realised that Jim was nowhere to be found and looking outside the house, I saw that the car was gone which meant only one thing... Jim would be back and when he came back, he was going to be a very angry man. I walked over to the phone and picked it up. Dialling a familiar number, I waited about thirty seconds before it was answered.
"Stu," Dad grunted.
"Daddy, it's me," I whispered.
"Elizabeth, do you realise what the time is?" Dad barked.
"I need you to come and pick me and the girls up. As soon as possible," I said softly.
"Where's Jim?" Dad said.
"He... he's not here at the moment but he's going to be... be back and I don't want to be here when he arrives." I said.
"Leave the girls asleep. I'll be there as soon as possible." Dad said. The line went dead and I sighed softly, sitting on the sofa. Where had my marriage gone all wrong?
My name is Elizabeth Patricia Hart. I am the sixth child of legendary wrestler and promoter Stu Hart and his wife Helen. I have five older brothers, Smith, Bruce, Keith, Wayne and Dean and six younger siblings, Georgia, Bret, Alison, Ross, Diana and Owen. We grew up in Calgary, Alberta Canada and we were for the most part, a very loving family. Being the first daughter that my parents were blessed with, I was always Daddy's little girl. As I grew up I became a stubborn, strong-willed individual. My family described me as a little firecracker. I was outgoing and opinionated, something that was sometimes seen as a problem. Who knew that all it took was one person to change who I had always been.
After my family finally managed to convince me to go on one date with James Henry Neidhart, I quickly fell in love with the charming man. He was a complete gentleman, and was the type of person that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Time flew by then and before I knew it, we had our three beautiful daughters, Jennifer, Natalie and Kristin. It was after the girls were born that everything went downhill.
I heard Dad's car pull in the driveway and I walked over to the door, opening it quietly.
"Hi Daddy," I said as he came up to me.
"Alright, where are ya girls?" He grunted.
"The g-girls are in Je-Jenny's room," I stuttered. Dad dropped a kiss on my forehead and moved into the house.
"Mommy, what's going on? Why is Grampy here?" Natalie asked confusedly. I walked over to my eight-year-old little girl and lifted her up. She buried her face in my neck and I rubbed her back.
"Where's Daddy?" Natalie said.
"He's gone out baby girl and we're just gonna go over to Grampy and Grammy's and have a sleepover alright?" I said. I felt Nattie nod into his neck and watched as my father carried out little Muffy (Kristin) to the car. I heard another car pull in the driveway and I started panicking. Walking over to the door, I saw Jim getting out of the driver's seat and he looked livid. Dad had already come back inside and was carrying Jenny out to the car. Jim stormed inside and I gripped Nattie tighter in my arms.
"What the HELL is going on!" He roared. I heard Nattie whimper and I bit my lip nervously.
"Uh... I-I heard noises out-outside so I ca-called Dad an-and he said we could st-stay at his," I lied swiftly. I cried out in pain when Jim grabbed me by my hair and threw me against the wall.
"Please Ji-Jim, not while I'm hol-holding Nattie," I begged. He snatched Nattie out of my arms and threw her to the ground, causing her to scream.
"Jim, open the damn door and let me in!" I heard Dad yell. Looking over at the front door, I could see that Jim had locked it.
"Leave Mommy alone!" Nattie screamed, jumping up and standing in front of me. Jim lifted her up by her arms and started shaking her. I could hear her crying and I wrapped my arms around her waist, to try and stop her small frame from being shaken. Her small body was ripped from my arms again as she was thrown across the room. My hand connected with the side of Jim's face and his eyes narrowed as he stared back at me.
"Don't you touch our daughter like that!" I screamed. As his fist connected with my jaw, I slid down the wall and struggled for breath. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Nattie, doubled over in pain, heading toward the front door. Jim's fist connected with my face again and I barely got to process it before I received a kick to the midsection. I groaned and curled up into a ball.
"You stupid bitch!" Jim said and I closed my eyes tightly expecting another kick to my body but the only thing I heard was a loud thump. I opened one of my eyes and saw that Dad had knocked my husband out with a single blow. He made his way over to me and lifted me up, carrying me out to the car and placing me in the front seat before going back to assist Nattie to the car. As soon as Nattie was in the car, Dad was in the front seat and we were on our way back to the house I grew up in.
Back at the house, Dad carried Jenny and Muffy in and I saw Nattie sitting in the back seat of the car shaking.
"Ba-baby girl," I whispered.
"Why is he so mean?" Nattie said quietly.
"I... I dunno baby," I said. I watched as Dad came down to the car and motioned for Natalie to go into his open arms. She crawled over the back seat hesitantly and wrapped her arms around her Grampy's neck. I followed out of the car and we went inside. As we passed the living room, I saw the lounges pulled back and my ten-year-old nephew Teddy, his best friend TJ Wilson and my nine-year-old niece Angela all on the ground. Sighing, I went upstairs and saw Dad standing out the front of my old bedroom.
"Nattie wants you in there dahling." He said. I nodded and allowed him to kiss my cheek.
"Chin up Ellie, I love ya," Dad said. I nodded and walked into the room.
As my little girl cuddled up to me tightly and fell into a slumber, I kept my eyes wide open, my entire body aching. What kind of mother was I, when I couldn't even provide my daughters a safe living environment? I kissed Nattie's blonde hair as the tears rolled down my face. There was nothing I could do anymore.
I was married to a monster and there was no way I could get out.
So there you have it! Please let me know what you think :) Read and review.