Authors Note: It's the story of a Ranger after the glitz and glory of being a ranger have faded.
Special Thanx: A special thanks goes out to my co-author- "Me!" Rene jumps into the room and shoves Pam aside. "Me! I'm the evil one! Praise me!" Pam hits her with a stick and rolls her eyes.
Contemplations
He did it; he actually did it. I never really thought he could go so far, but here he has. Lying in bed, I try to get a grasp on what's happened in the last four hours. Nope not happening. I don't even know why I'm doing this to myself. All I really want is to lay here and trip out on this pain medicine the doctor gave me, but no, I have to go and try and understand why he did it. Why of all people the man I love, and who loves me, could do something so vicious and cruel.
Rolling onto my side, I wince as my bruised ribs and sprained wrist come in contact with the water filled 'mattress' of our bed. I used to love this bed, love laying in it, love laying with HIM in it. Not so much now. Now it just seems another thing he's used to 'buy me off' so to speak. That's all half the stuff in our house is, abuse presents...if that's what you still call it these days.
"Stupid report." The mutter is clearly heard from the other room. He's working. He said he needed to finish some work for tomorrow and since I unfortunately wasted half his day at the hospital he'd have to work through half the night to finish. I wasted, like I'm the one who shoved myself down the stairs. I'm the one who gave myself the bruised ribs and sprained wrist. Well I did argue with him...Shut up, just shut up.
As I listen to him continue to mutter and strike the keys of his laptop, I feel a dull spark of anger rise. This isn't my fault; I didn't do anything to deserve this. So what if I did argue? I had a right to, here I'd gone off and saved the world well after my time as a Ranger was supposed to be over and he just.... oh what's the use.
Turning a little more, ignoring the increase of pressure and pain on my ribs, I gaze out the window of our room. The beach, how nice is that, we live right on the beach. On the beach in a fabulous condo...come to think of it, maybe that should have been my first clue something was wrong. Way back when, way back before this abuse even started. There where signs I guess. Signs I ignored at the time. Some fucking Ranger I am. I can save the world from monsters, machines, and even giant metal lizards, but I can't even raise a hand to defend myself against the man I've been married to for five years now.
Whatever, I think I'll just lay here for a bit longer. Lay here and stare out the window and try to remember when things weren't this bad. When this whole mess of love and abuse wasn't all tied in together and we were both happy. Funny...as the days go on I find it harder and harder to remember that time.
To be continued..........