Thanks to the worlds greatest lil Sis for your help with this one.
Spencer's POV
When I first met Tom, he was the most amazing guy I have ever laid eyes on. The way he treated me was like being a queen; he was attentive, sweet, caring all those things, every girl wants. Even though I didn't know how I really felt about him. He was someone who is honorable, just like my father. It was year into our marriage when things started too change. I noticed it at first but I shook it out my mind.
Until it happened. I would tell myself he didn't mean it, that maybe things just got bad at work. I created all these excuses for the beatings I had gotten behind close doors, until I ended up in hospital that very first time. Every night after coming home from work his anger was targeted at me. Most of the time I felt hopeless and betrayal. I wasn't just physically abused but I was emotionally tormented by him.
If you think about it, why do we stay in relationships where we are beaten up? We tend to grow into our own shell and try to block the pain inside of us. That is what I did, after every hit. You just don't know what you have done wrong. Did I do something wrong to deserve this. Did I bring this upon myself? That is what every female out there feels thinks, is what is running through her mind.
The fact he didn't beat me in a way where the marks are bruises would show was intelligence on his side. The fact that he felt proud of his behavior. I wish I were stronger to fight back. To fight back and get my life back to prove to him he has no control over me. That I wasn't just a punching bag for his anger. Oh gosh how I wish I saved myself back then.
I started to become very scared by the time it got to him coming home from work. I would try to be as quiet as possible, not to let him be even more angered than he would already be. The fact I would some nights after the beatings sit in the bathroom letting water run so that he wouldn't hear my cries that would be the worst thing to do, whenever I would cry it would be another way for him to kick me around, and send me straight against the wall.
The lunch date with Clay also wasn't a good idea. I never thought about it until he confronted Tom and what do you know I was beaten once again. The fact that I forgave him for all this pain and hurt he has caused me. Lying to Clay was the stupidest thing but I had to. I didn't want him to know. Hiding the truth from my family was getting harder, crying over the phone to my brother was probably not the bravest thing I could have done.
The evening when he got home, I remember being fast asleep hearing him call me out, I woke up and took off to the closet and took the phone with me, as I was busy dialing 911.
"911 what is your emergency." I heard the woman.
"Please help me, my husband just got home drunk again and I know his going to hurt me." I gasp for air through the tears and talking on the phone not letting him hear me.
"Okay, Ma'am, we will send someone out there right this minute." The operator said. All I was thinking would they be here in time before the door gets yanked open by him. Will I still be alive?
It wasn't even long for that thought to run through my mind when it happened. It happened so fast that I hardly heard the woman on the phone. Tom pulling me from the closet, the face he had on I knew, I knew then it wasn't going to be good for either of us. Especially for myself.
He started to punch me over and over. He picked me up sending me towards the other side of the bedroom wall. I fell to the floor laying there unconscious. I was in so much pain that everything around me went black as I felt the kicks coming from him. It was as if he was the enormous demon coming to life.
It must have been a good thing that I didn't get time to hung up on the operator, as I hear him.
"You see what happens bitch, when you try to get other people involved in our business. Maybe next time you will think twice before you go running to your brother. Who can't even help you? Look at you; you're just weak and pathetic." He yells at me.
End of flashback
I woke up early not being able to really get back to sleep after my nightmare. I know that Ashley wants to talk about everything and I know that she is right and that we should but I just don't know if I am ready to relive this once again. It's bad enough in my dreams. I slip out of bed, which was quite hard because each time I moved Ash's grip would tighten on me. I must have taken an hour to get out of bed. I took a quick shower and headed downstairs to make some breakfast. Cooking always seems to relax me and I hope that it still has the same effect on me here. I just have to hunt around for everything that I need. I am not sure what I am going to make but I'll see what Ash has before I decide on anything.
Two hours later Ashley comes down to find that I have made Chocolate chip cookies male and female as she calls them (nuts and without nuts). I've made Cupcakes (yellow cake with chocolate frosting) I prepared lasagna for dinner tonight along with fresh bread to go with. Did I mention that cooking relaxes me? I ask Ashley what she wants for breakfast and she wants her favorite, which just happens to be mine. French toast with crispy bacon. So I start cooking while she goes and has her shower.
