Alone.
I watch the large grey clouds come rolling in, covering all traces of the sun, as I wash up the last of the breakfast bits.
My mind silently laughs at how the dark clouds resemble the devil that's taking over my life.
The evil sneaked in and covered up all of my sun.
He just took it away without any hesitation.
And I didnt even notice until it was too late.
There's a storm brewing, both inside and outside of this house.
And I'm not ready, I'll never be ready.
I feel him before I see him in the reflection of the glass window in front of me.
My fingers squeeze the edge of the counter until my knuckles turn white when I see his hand reaching towards me.
My body tenses, ready and waiting for his harsh touch.
I try to stop the shaking of my shoulders before he notices, but I know it's no use. . . he sees everything.
I tried to leave once, I packed up mine and Lizzie's things and waited for him to return home from work to let him know of my decision.
That was mistake number one.
I should of just left without a word.
Mistake number two, ended with a split lip and a black eye.
It was the first time he'd ever put his hands on me in a violent way. . . .
But it certainly wasn't the last.
A couple things. . .Thank you all for your reviews, I adore each and every one of them. They brighten my days so much. :) And this story is and always will be a HEA. Jada x