This chapter contains some scenes of abuse.
Chapter seven
The night before.
Ella pulled the sheet closer to her chest, as she tossed in her sleep, waiting for Jack's return. They relationship seemed to be stronger than ever, but sometimes he needed to head out and blow out some steam. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table, 1 am and so far she hadn't slept at all. The overwhelming sense of what had happened through the day playing on her mind. From being reunited with her Grandfather, to meeting the man who played a part in the Evil queen and again losing her father to magic. She heaved her body out of bed heading to the window. There stood Jack talking to an unfamiliar woman, blonde in a short red dress and black heels. Ella didn't recognize as she pulled the sheet closer to her frame as she watched the man she loved kiss the woman. A run he had said, this looked more like a run, it looked more like cheating on her. Then began the pull on her heart as she raced the stairs in little more than her silk short pajamas, she pulled the front door open, and then it started.
She flew her right arm and made the girl disappears in a plume of purple smoke. Ella knew what was happening; the dark soul was taking over her. She knew in this situation she needed to call for her mother, but the pain had overtaken her heart.
"What do you think you are doing?" Jack asked as he turned to the girl.
"You said you were going for a run. But it seems on your run you found some tart and some alcohol by the smell of it." Ella winced as Jack grabbed her arm and pulled her back into the house.
"I needed a break… I am entitled to that.." Jack whispered as dragged her up the stairs to their sound proof room.
"A break from what… From me? Because I thought I was your world." Jack released his grip.
"I needed a break from this hell. Because I hardly see you anymore. You not even going to come tomorrow to see out house being started, because you need to help your bloody mother…" Jack snarled as he threw off the jacket he had been wearing.
"This isn't hell if you love me. And if you don't get the hell out." Ella told him as she came face to face with him.
"I do love you. That's the problem, I love you and I love this crazy family, but I know deep down that we can't be happy because you can't give me what I need… what I want.." Jack traced his hand over his girlfriend's chin.
"I can't give you're a child. There are options, we could adopt, find someone who could have our baby for us. I am sorry I didn't choose to be this way..." Ella took hold off his hand as he placed his hand on the girl's cheek, wiping the tears away.
"Ella I want everything with you. But not here…. Let's go home.." Ella sniffled in his grasp.
"This is my home…" Jack removed his hand from her cheek now.
"No your home is with me in New York, where we can forget every bad thing that has happened here. We can start over." Jack told her as he turned away.
"I will not do that you know that…. Jack if you love me you won't make me chose." Jack grabbed the girl by the throat now angry.
"I have given so much to be with you…. And you are selfish enough to make me stay here looking at the perfect family that you think you are part of. Well, you stupid girl. I am all the family you need. Pack your suitcase and leave now….." Ella closed her eyes and felt the dark magic consume as steam raised from Jack's hands.
" I don't know who you think you are. But last time I checked you were outside this house kissing someone else…..
"You bitch…. My hand look at them burnt, fix them…." Jack screamed at her as she shook her head at him.
"No… you are drunk and I will not let you do this to me…" Jack looked at his girlfriend once more, tears filling her eyes.
"What about this?" He forced her against the wall, pushing her shorts to one side, forcing himself inside.
"Jack stop it…" She yelled as he pulled her wrists into his grip and Ella felt the pain as he pinched his fingers into them.
"This is the only way I can control you. You are mine and you will do as I want… Do you understand?" Again Ella shook her head….
"Ella don't be stupid." He released his grip on the girl as he slammed his fist into the side of her face. That was the last thing she remembered.
Hours later Ella had woken bruised and battered, Jack's arm over the weight of her body she slid from beneath him. Gliding her hand across his body, giving him the magic to forget because deep down she knew that the darkness that consumed her made it had to love her. She walked to the bathroom magically making the bruises be disguised, for now, she didn't have the strength in her to heal them. She would try again tomorrow. She changed her clothes, throwing the bloodied clothes into the bin and jumping into the shower to wash away the charred remains of blood. Changing into some new night clothes, kissing Jack on the cheek as she headed down to the kitchen, wiping the tears that were staining her cheeks, as she felt the bruise beneath the magic pull at her skin.