"Serena?" Mark said looking at it smoke stained ceiling. "Yes Mark?" she said rolling over to his side of the queen-sized bed. It was 1:38am and nether of them had slept all night. "I.... I'm sorry about today," he said looking at her and taking his attention away from the ceiling. Serena smiled, she loved when he apologized for these things. "Me too," she said. It happened all the time, Serena slipped out of line, he got mad they fought, sure some times he hit her but it was no big deal. Or that is what she thought.
They weren't like other people, he loved her, she loved him, and nothing could stop that. They where engaged, they had been for a good three years. She lived at his house and that was enough for both of them, marriage was for people who where afraid they would lose each other if they did not have an assurance that there was no way out. Or that is what he told her. Her parents where divorced so maybe that is why she believed him. We may never know. Her mind was filled with all these sorts of things that he told her. Some true, most not.
He lit up a cigarette, Serena could not stand them but there was nothing she could do. He smoked all the time, even in bed, in fact he smoked so much that that there where stains on the wall in the bedroom. He said it helped him sleep, Serena did not see how. All it did to her was make her eyes water.
"Who where you with?" he said looking into her eyes. If she told the truth, that she was at the store, he would never believe her, and then he would hit her. "I... I was at my mom's house," she said, it was the only thing she could think of. He rolled back onto his back and focused on the ceiling again. "What have I told you about her? She dose not like me, and I don't want you with her, understand?" he said. "Yes Mark I'm sorry."
"Why do you make me do that?" he said blowing smoke into the air. Here came the part Serena hated this part, even more than the hitting. "I don't mean to Mark!" she said sitting up. He put out his cigarette, "Please don't make do it again," he said pushing her down and kissing her, "Ever again."
They weren't like other people, he loved her, she loved him, and nothing could stop that. They where engaged, they had been for a good three years. She lived at his house and that was enough for both of them, marriage was for people who where afraid they would lose each other if they did not have an assurance that there was no way out. Or that is what he told her. Her parents where divorced so maybe that is why she believed him. We may never know. Her mind was filled with all these sorts of things that he told her. Some true, most not.
He lit up a cigarette, Serena could not stand them but there was nothing she could do. He smoked all the time, even in bed, in fact he smoked so much that that there where stains on the wall in the bedroom. He said it helped him sleep, Serena did not see how. All it did to her was make her eyes water.
"Who where you with?" he said looking into her eyes. If she told the truth, that she was at the store, he would never believe her, and then he would hit her. "I... I was at my mom's house," she said, it was the only thing she could think of. He rolled back onto his back and focused on the ceiling again. "What have I told you about her? She dose not like me, and I don't want you with her, understand?" he said. "Yes Mark I'm sorry."
"Why do you make me do that?" he said blowing smoke into the air. Here came the part Serena hated this part, even more than the hitting. "I don't mean to Mark!" she said sitting up. He put out his cigarette, "Please don't make do it again," he said pushing her down and kissing her, "Ever again."