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Jan 14th-
Dave has been on the road and he only came home one night. I was glad; he is getting more violent as time goes on. I have seriously thought about a divorce, but I remember what Dave told me about divorce. He made it clear that if I ever tried that then I wouldn't make it out alive. He was going to visit his oldest daughter this weekend; I was home alone.
Randy has been calling every now and then to see how I am doing. I have been talking to him because it's nice to have a friend; I just hope that Dave doesn't find out. He would flip.
I had just gotten back from the grocery store and I was putting things up. I didn't buy a lot because Dave wouldn't be home for another week. I was almost done when there was a knock at the door. I wasn't expecting anyone, but I went to the door. I opened it to find Randy.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him as he walked inside.
"You don't live far from John and I am early. I am not supposed to be at his house until 6, so I thought I would come see you. I know that Dave is in Washington D.C." he said and I smiled.
He followed me to the kitchen and sat on a barstool while I finished putting stuff up. I opened a bottle of wine and got two glasses. We moved to the living room to talk; I was glad for company. We talked for a long time and I had fun.
"You should probably go before John gets pissy." I said and he smiled. I remember John… he was a character, especially outside the ring.
"Thanks for the wine and somewhere to be." He said and I smiled at him.
I walked him to the door and he turned to look at me.
"You are so much better than this…" he said and I sighed. I knew what he meant, but I loved Dave.
"Not now, Randy." I said and he smiled.
"You know Phil still wonders about you." he said and for the first time I felt regret for what had happened.
"I think about him too." I admitted.
Randy gave me a hug before leaving. I finished off the bottle of wine before going to bed; I was starting to have a meaningless existence. I dreamed of Phil that night and it was a great dream. I was so starved for attention and I missed Dave.
I was at home the next day when the door opened; Dave was home?
"Dave?" I called out and looked over the banister into the foyer. He just looked up at me; it was never a good thing if he was early.
"What happened?" I asked him as I walked down the stairs.
"My daughter is an unappreciative whore." He said and I was shocked that he had said that. I walked into the kitchen behind him and he went straight for the liquor cabinet.
"She didn't care that I was there and she didn't care that I wanted to see my grandchildren. I just left because she couldn't make time for me; I told her that she wasn't my child anymore." He said and I was seriously shocked.
"Dave, that is your daughter." I said.
"I have more than one." He said as he took a sip from the Jack Daniel's bottle.
"I will start on dinner." I said and he just ignored me.
I started to cook and he was in his office. I fixed some steaks and veggies; I didn't want to be on his bad side since he was already in a bad mood. I finished and walked up to his office. I knocked and he didn't answered, so I opened the door. I walked in and he glared at me.
"I told you not to come in here if I didn't tell you to." He said and I just looked at him. I was looking at him when his right hand came across my cheek. I fell into the wall and slid down the wall. He was glaring down at me.
"Dinner is done." I whispered and he picked me up by my arm.
"Come on." He said and dragged me down to the kitchen.
He sat down and I got him a plate. I was going to clean up, but he told me to eat now. I ate my food with the taste of blood in my mouth, from where he had split my lip open. I finished and cleaned up while he went back to his office.
I went to the bathroom and showered; I felt dirty. I finished and sighed when I looked in the mirror. I was so skinny and the bruises were well defined on my cheeks. I sighed and kept reminding myself that Dave loved me.
I crawled in bed and fell asleep. My dreams weren't pleasant; they were more like nightmares. I kept dreaming of what my life would be if I had stayed with Phil; I looked happy. I had a family and Phil didn't hit me. I didn't know how good I had it until now. I felt horrible for what I had done to Phil.