Jason Conrad woke with a start. He was shouts from his neighbor's house. His perfect neighbors. He thought he was dreaming and went back to sleep, not realizing that what he was hearing happened on a daily basis to the woman he was secretly in love with.
The neighbor's house:
Semeret Maosho trembled as her drunk husband stormed towards her. She had leaned on the kitchen counter, and when her husband asked her why she wasnt doing a womans work, she stupidly told him, " You work me too hard!"
"Oh, don't look so terrified! You bitch! You think you can say whatever you like and get away with it?" he slapped her, but that wasnt enough. It never was. He kept hitting her, throwing punches until she fell over. He then started to kick her, she could hear a few ribs cracking, it hurt so much, but what was she supposed to do? When he was finally satisfied, he took up her up and threw her in the dog house.
"Now, I can't work you so hard you dirty whore." He said as he locked the door, which was pointless since she didnt have enought strength to move.
Jason Conrad's House:
Jason was now sure he wasn't dreaming as he heard weak sobs coming from the neighbors doghouse. He put on his robe and went downstairs. As he approaoched the doghouse he never would have guessed what he would find.
Doghouse:
As she lay crying, she wondered why she stayed. She stayed because... at some point she had loved him. But he never loved her. It was a marraige of made me feel worthless, and dirty. He made me feel like a slut, when ever she looks at another man. He tells her what to say when someone asks questions about the bruises that appear on her face daily or makes her cover them up. She use to ask him why she don't leave him, his abusive actions doubled whenever she said something about his way of living. She had tried running away from him, but he always finds her, and he always beats her after words. She tries to forget the day before, when she wakes up beside him in the morning, when his heavy breathing is the only sound in the room. The memories always come rushing back when she smells the alcohol on his breath. He stays at home during the day, while she goes to work at the local middle school.
When she comes home at night, he asks the same question everyday 'did you talk to anyone?' when she answers no, he yells at her and beats her again for lying. There is no way to escape the life she lives. Many girls tell her how lucky I am to have a husband like Harold Krim. Of course, they don't see him through her eyes. They aren't treated like his dog, rather than his wife. Though, she never tells them, if she did it would only be another beating.