I was sick of getting beaten. There wasn't much I could do. Maybe I could try to reason with him? Yes. That could either work, or I could get beaten more. But I had to try. I'd do anything.
"J-James...?", I asked sheepishly.
"What?", he asked, his poker face was gone. By now, it was all full of anger.
"I was wondering... is there something that I could do...?", I started," Something to make you less angry at me?"
"Pack up your things", he said, he had no patience.
"But-"
"Leave me alone you waste of time and get out of my sight."
I stood there silently, unable to think. I didn't know what to do. If I left him he would leave me with nothing, he would take our money, my daughter, our house, and leave me on the streets.
"Please..", I cried, "I'll do anything for you, there's got to be something I could do!"
"Actually..", he said with a grin.
I prayed he wasn't thinking what I thought he was thinking. I knew if I resisted, he would kill me. I had to go along with anything he wants me to.
He grabbed me by my wrist and pulled me into his bedroom.
"Wait...", I said, knowing I would regret it if I went inside.
"I knew this was a WASTE of time!", he yelled. I could feel my cheeks burning.
"Please don't beat me again...", I said backing up, "Please!" I was desperate.
Thats when he took off his belt and started to whip me with it. He whipped me until I fell. There were bruises everywhere, and they stung more then my sudden hatred for James.
"Now get up.", he said. I tried, but he beat me up so badly I could barely move. I looked up at him in fear. When I finally managed to get up, he pushed me into the bedroom. I couldn't say no to this, not if I wanted to live another day.
- Maria Reynolds
By the way, please put a review for my story, I just started and inspiration just hit me. I love Maria and I feel so bad for her since everyone blames her. It's really James who forced her. Comments, reviews, messages, favorites, and follows would make my day. Thanks again. ~The Author