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Thunder caressed the skies, while the winds carried many sorrowful sounds around the streets. The rain beat down like a drowning waterfall over the town. The clouds rumbled with a beastly growl over the night. He slowly walked to his car as a man who had lost the woman he loved more than anything. His hair stuck to his wet face and covered his eyes, like a blanket. He finally reached his car, and drove home. The streets were filling with water as he pulled into the garage. Walking in the house and turning on the lights he realized the night he had waited to see her, was now over. She had came and left like the wind. He remembered her eyes and how they were full of sadness and fright. She was scared of him. Him. Sam, her husband who she would be prisoner to for the rest of her life. He hadn't seen Nora so scared of him before. He had pushed her against the wall in front of everyone. All Troy could think about is how it was probably worse at home with him. She hid all her secrets deep inside. But on this night, one of them was unlocked. She carried her pain as a secret, kept from everyone in a cold dark place in her heart. Something didn't seem right the first moment that they met. She seemed scared of something and now everyone knew it. All his life he wanted to help people, but this time the person who needed help was her. His love. His beautiful Nora. The rain poured harder and the clouds went on rumbling above his head. His feet no longer cared to take him any further. He stood in the foyer of his twin brother's house and wondered just what he would do next. His mind wandering deeper into anxiety over knowing what she felt right now. The painful thought of Sam with his hands on her killed him. Only if he knew where they were, he'd kill him with his bare hands. What he said at the restaurant was no threat, but a promise that would be kept. His feet soaked with rain, sloshed up the stairs of the house to the master bedroom. He undressed and went to sleep thinking of her.
He was probably still angry she thought to herself. If only she had taken her own advice and not have gone to the ball. Then she wouldn't be as terrified as she was this moment. She felt as thou the only thing keeping her from jumping out her skin was the fact that she got to see him. Troy. The one she wanted to be with more than anything. The drive home seemed forever. He hadn't said anything the whole time. He hadn't spoken a word to her. He hadn't even looked at her. She was scared. She knew the more he stayed quiet the more angry he was getting. Sam began to speed up the car, as if he was in a hurry to get somewhere. He was angry and his temper was shooting red flashes. Nora tried to stay still, to not breathe, then maybe he wouldn't be so angry with her for the evening. Her heart began to beat furiously. His grip became tighter on the wheel. The thought of what was coming to her when they reached the house was scary. Then he spoke.
S: Did you enjoy acting like a slut in front of everyone? He said through clenched teeth.
N: Sam, I didn't.
Before she could get another word spoken, Sam slapped her. Nora held her jaw that felt as thou it would fall off. The pain started to come through more. She tried desperately to hold back the tears, but it was no use. They came falling like showers of rainstorms.
S: What was that, Nora? Now let's try it again. DID YOU ENJOY ACTING LIKE A SLUT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE? Sam began to yell tremendously.
Nora began to shake causing her words to come uneven. She knew what he wanted. He wanted a fight. He wanted her to say something to make him angry. Enough, to. she knew the rest. The only way to calm him down was to agree with him. She would remain wrong and he would always be right, no matter what.
N: I'm s o r r y. I should have never done that, Sam. I'll be better. I promise.
S: (calming down) You know better, Nora.
N: I'm so sorry, I really am Sam. I didn't mean to act that way. I was wrong to be with him like that.
S: (patting her knee) We'll talk more when we get home, Nora.
'When we get home', caused Nora to tremble with fear, she had to find a way to take his mind off Troy. Her mind and her thoughts were her own but Sam controlled her life. She felt her sanity slipping away from her, slowly but surely. She thought back to the month after they got married. He was loving, caring, patient, and sweet. But then he slowly turned violent and frightful. She remembered when it all first started. The day and the reason he had hit her the first time. From there things went down hill to the point where she would lock herself in the bathroom when he went to sleep. Troy would have been loving and caring for the rest of their lives. Jealously would have never gotten to him the way it did to Sam. Mathew was the light of the whole situation. He was with her parents for the summer, enjoying it with his sister. When she thought of her children her mind was at ease.
They pulled up in the driveway of the house. That's what it was to Nora. For it was no longer her home. She saw Sam come around her side to open the door and got out the car to his waiting arms. They encircled her waist as his lips smothered hers.
S: I'm sorry for that. (pointing to the bruise left on her cheek).
N: (wincing as he caressed her face) Its fine, Sam. Really it's fine.
S: I want you, Nora.
N: (looking away trying to hide the disgust on her face) Sam, I'm really kind of tired. It's been a really long day, you know. And I think we should just get some rest.
S: (disappointed) Well, I guess your right. Besides, we have to talk.
"Talk", that word set off alarms in Nora's mind. Talks always led to fights.
N: Yea, I guess.
He took her hand and led her in the house up the stairs to their bedroom. The door closed with a slam, as Sam went to the closest to change his clothes. Nora sat on the bed removing her heels. She watched his every move. She saw how his moves were forced and fumbled as if he were fighting off anger. His eyes told a million things to her all at once. She could tell when he was angry with her. She didn't know what to say or to do. She went to the closest to hang her dress up. He glanced at her, then turned his eyes away back to the rack of suits in front of him. Then he spoke.
S: Nora you know I don't like Troy being around you or you him. I could have just choked the life out him for being there.
N: Sam, really it was nothing going on between us. We said our hellos and how are you doings. I promise you nothing happened.
S: Do you really think I'm stupid or something. I saw you hugging him. I was behind the curtain before I walked outside. I saw you Nora. YOU! And TROY! TOGETHER!
His voice began to rise furiously. His eyes started to narrow in on her. Nora tried to stay calm while he yelled and went on about Troy. She looked around the closest and realized she had no where to go, if she tried to run.
S: (coming towards her) Nora, you stand here and lie to my face. I have too much patience with you. YOU ARE MY WIFE! So when are you going to stop acting like a slut around McIver?
His temper began to flare without control and her heart began to beat fast.
N: (backing away from him) Sam please calm down. I don't want to fight with you; I'm too tired.
S: (cornering her in the corner of the closest) I don't care! You were obviously in great shape at the ball, weren't you?
N: (trying to put space between their bodies) Sam, honey I love you. And I would never lie to you. Please, do we have to talk about this while your angry?
S: (now yelling in her face) YOU ARE A LIAR NORA! You don't love me! And you never have!
With that, Sam grabbed her arm and pushed out the closest. She fell to the floor and got up to run from him. But he caught her by the hair, and hit her in the face, causing her to bleed from the nose. She began to cry helplessly begging him to calm down. He pushed her down again. And smacked her across the face. She fought him as best she could. Slapping him in the face and kicking him, she tried her best to get up and run. But no matter what she did, he was bigger than she was. He punched her in the abdomen. Then he picked her up and threw her on the bed. Suddenly, he stopped at the edge of the bed and looked at her. She was so scared of him, she thought she would die of fright. She stayed there wondering what he was going to do next. It seemed like his whole demeanor had changed. He looked as thou he would smile or something. Then she crawled to him and kissed him. It took everything in her to be close to him. His hands appeared around her face. She could feel the tension being released from his hands. The kiss was the only way she would be able to survive him for the night. His hands began to roam across her body. She laid back as he appeared on top of her. The whole time she focused on Troy in her mind and how much she loved him dearly.
Hours later, she waited until he fell asleep and slipped out bed to the bathroom. She closed the door and locked herself in the bathroom. She switched off the lights and slid down the door crying tears of pain down her cheeks. She looked out the window and saw that it was still raining. Thunder shook the house and rain followed its glorious stretches across the sky. Her eyes fluttered closed. For tomorrow would be another day.
Raindrops sparkled from the tips of the leaves, while the birds chirped and sang a great song of happiness. The flowers sprang from the roots of the gardens. The sun shined with admiration across the town. He woke with the sun shining in his face. He smiled at the singing of the birds. He got dressed and headed downstairs for coffee. He sat down and realized he forgot the paper on his doorstep, again. He opened the door and couldn't believe his eyes. Her hair was red as a breathing flame. She was still asleep and wet from the raindrops. Troy was so confused. He picked her up and laid her down on the couch. She stirred but didn't wake. He examined her face. His face turned to a painful hated expression. Her face had bruises on it while her wrists were bruised, also. He looked across her face then he noticed a pair of brown eyes staring at him. Her eyes asked him questions without her speaking a word. He opened his lips to say something, but she only smiled at him and went back to sleep. He got on the couch and laid down next to her, holding her in his arms. She was safe in his arms. All he knew was that she had been in a battle, which was now over.
TO BE CONTINUED
Thunder caressed the skies, while the winds carried many sorrowful sounds around the streets. The rain beat down like a drowning waterfall over the town. The clouds rumbled with a beastly growl over the night. He slowly walked to his car as a man who had lost the woman he loved more than anything. His hair stuck to his wet face and covered his eyes, like a blanket. He finally reached his car, and drove home. The streets were filling with water as he pulled into the garage. Walking in the house and turning on the lights he realized the night he had waited to see her, was now over. She had came and left like the wind. He remembered her eyes and how they were full of sadness and fright. She was scared of him. Him. Sam, her husband who she would be prisoner to for the rest of her life. He hadn't seen Nora so scared of him before. He had pushed her against the wall in front of everyone. All Troy could think about is how it was probably worse at home with him. She hid all her secrets deep inside. But on this night, one of them was unlocked. She carried her pain as a secret, kept from everyone in a cold dark place in her heart. Something didn't seem right the first moment that they met. She seemed scared of something and now everyone knew it. All his life he wanted to help people, but this time the person who needed help was her. His love. His beautiful Nora. The rain poured harder and the clouds went on rumbling above his head. His feet no longer cared to take him any further. He stood in the foyer of his twin brother's house and wondered just what he would do next. His mind wandering deeper into anxiety over knowing what she felt right now. The painful thought of Sam with his hands on her killed him. Only if he knew where they were, he'd kill him with his bare hands. What he said at the restaurant was no threat, but a promise that would be kept. His feet soaked with rain, sloshed up the stairs of the house to the master bedroom. He undressed and went to sleep thinking of her.
He was probably still angry she thought to herself. If only she had taken her own advice and not have gone to the ball. Then she wouldn't be as terrified as she was this moment. She felt as thou the only thing keeping her from jumping out her skin was the fact that she got to see him. Troy. The one she wanted to be with more than anything. The drive home seemed forever. He hadn't said anything the whole time. He hadn't spoken a word to her. He hadn't even looked at her. She was scared. She knew the more he stayed quiet the more angry he was getting. Sam began to speed up the car, as if he was in a hurry to get somewhere. He was angry and his temper was shooting red flashes. Nora tried to stay still, to not breathe, then maybe he wouldn't be so angry with her for the evening. Her heart began to beat furiously. His grip became tighter on the wheel. The thought of what was coming to her when they reached the house was scary. Then he spoke.
S: Did you enjoy acting like a slut in front of everyone? He said through clenched teeth.
N: Sam, I didn't.
Before she could get another word spoken, Sam slapped her. Nora held her jaw that felt as thou it would fall off. The pain started to come through more. She tried desperately to hold back the tears, but it was no use. They came falling like showers of rainstorms.
S: What was that, Nora? Now let's try it again. DID YOU ENJOY ACTING LIKE A SLUT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE? Sam began to yell tremendously.
Nora began to shake causing her words to come uneven. She knew what he wanted. He wanted a fight. He wanted her to say something to make him angry. Enough, to. she knew the rest. The only way to calm him down was to agree with him. She would remain wrong and he would always be right, no matter what.
N: I'm s o r r y. I should have never done that, Sam. I'll be better. I promise.
S: (calming down) You know better, Nora.
N: I'm so sorry, I really am Sam. I didn't mean to act that way. I was wrong to be with him like that.
S: (patting her knee) We'll talk more when we get home, Nora.
'When we get home', caused Nora to tremble with fear, she had to find a way to take his mind off Troy. Her mind and her thoughts were her own but Sam controlled her life. She felt her sanity slipping away from her, slowly but surely. She thought back to the month after they got married. He was loving, caring, patient, and sweet. But then he slowly turned violent and frightful. She remembered when it all first started. The day and the reason he had hit her the first time. From there things went down hill to the point where she would lock herself in the bathroom when he went to sleep. Troy would have been loving and caring for the rest of their lives. Jealously would have never gotten to him the way it did to Sam. Mathew was the light of the whole situation. He was with her parents for the summer, enjoying it with his sister. When she thought of her children her mind was at ease.
They pulled up in the driveway of the house. That's what it was to Nora. For it was no longer her home. She saw Sam come around her side to open the door and got out the car to his waiting arms. They encircled her waist as his lips smothered hers.
S: I'm sorry for that. (pointing to the bruise left on her cheek).
N: (wincing as he caressed her face) Its fine, Sam. Really it's fine.
S: I want you, Nora.
N: (looking away trying to hide the disgust on her face) Sam, I'm really kind of tired. It's been a really long day, you know. And I think we should just get some rest.
S: (disappointed) Well, I guess your right. Besides, we have to talk.
"Talk", that word set off alarms in Nora's mind. Talks always led to fights.
N: Yea, I guess.
He took her hand and led her in the house up the stairs to their bedroom. The door closed with a slam, as Sam went to the closest to change his clothes. Nora sat on the bed removing her heels. She watched his every move. She saw how his moves were forced and fumbled as if he were fighting off anger. His eyes told a million things to her all at once. She could tell when he was angry with her. She didn't know what to say or to do. She went to the closest to hang her dress up. He glanced at her, then turned his eyes away back to the rack of suits in front of him. Then he spoke.
S: Nora you know I don't like Troy being around you or you him. I could have just choked the life out him for being there.
N: Sam, really it was nothing going on between us. We said our hellos and how are you doings. I promise you nothing happened.
S: Do you really think I'm stupid or something. I saw you hugging him. I was behind the curtain before I walked outside. I saw you Nora. YOU! And TROY! TOGETHER!
His voice began to rise furiously. His eyes started to narrow in on her. Nora tried to stay calm while he yelled and went on about Troy. She looked around the closest and realized she had no where to go, if she tried to run.
S: (coming towards her) Nora, you stand here and lie to my face. I have too much patience with you. YOU ARE MY WIFE! So when are you going to stop acting like a slut around McIver?
His temper began to flare without control and her heart began to beat fast.
N: (backing away from him) Sam please calm down. I don't want to fight with you; I'm too tired.
S: (cornering her in the corner of the closest) I don't care! You were obviously in great shape at the ball, weren't you?
N: (trying to put space between their bodies) Sam, honey I love you. And I would never lie to you. Please, do we have to talk about this while your angry?
S: (now yelling in her face) YOU ARE A LIAR NORA! You don't love me! And you never have!
With that, Sam grabbed her arm and pushed out the closest. She fell to the floor and got up to run from him. But he caught her by the hair, and hit her in the face, causing her to bleed from the nose. She began to cry helplessly begging him to calm down. He pushed her down again. And smacked her across the face. She fought him as best she could. Slapping him in the face and kicking him, she tried her best to get up and run. But no matter what she did, he was bigger than she was. He punched her in the abdomen. Then he picked her up and threw her on the bed. Suddenly, he stopped at the edge of the bed and looked at her. She was so scared of him, she thought she would die of fright. She stayed there wondering what he was going to do next. It seemed like his whole demeanor had changed. He looked as thou he would smile or something. Then she crawled to him and kissed him. It took everything in her to be close to him. His hands appeared around her face. She could feel the tension being released from his hands. The kiss was the only way she would be able to survive him for the night. His hands began to roam across her body. She laid back as he appeared on top of her. The whole time she focused on Troy in her mind and how much she loved him dearly.
Hours later, she waited until he fell asleep and slipped out bed to the bathroom. She closed the door and locked herself in the bathroom. She switched off the lights and slid down the door crying tears of pain down her cheeks. She looked out the window and saw that it was still raining. Thunder shook the house and rain followed its glorious stretches across the sky. Her eyes fluttered closed. For tomorrow would be another day.
Raindrops sparkled from the tips of the leaves, while the birds chirped and sang a great song of happiness. The flowers sprang from the roots of the gardens. The sun shined with admiration across the town. He woke with the sun shining in his face. He smiled at the singing of the birds. He got dressed and headed downstairs for coffee. He sat down and realized he forgot the paper on his doorstep, again. He opened the door and couldn't believe his eyes. Her hair was red as a breathing flame. She was still asleep and wet from the raindrops. Troy was so confused. He picked her up and laid her down on the couch. She stirred but didn't wake. He examined her face. His face turned to a painful hated expression. Her face had bruises on it while her wrists were bruised, also. He looked across her face then he noticed a pair of brown eyes staring at him. Her eyes asked him questions without her speaking a word. He opened his lips to say something, but she only smiled at him and went back to sleep. He got on the couch and laid down next to her, holding her in his arms. She was safe in his arms. All he knew was that she had been in a battle, which was now over.
TO BE CONTINUED