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Jessie just let her husband throw her around as if she was a doll. She tried to keep her voice down so that others wouldn't hear her. She bit her tongue to stop the screams because she didn't want the neighbors to hear. She didn't fight back as she saw James drive away in his car, away from her. She wished he could save her from her husband, but that would never happen. She didn't want James to get in trouble with this man.

She didn't picture that her life would end up like this. She wasn't allowed to do many things these days, but she didn't really mind though. Well, that's what she continually told herself. She was trapped in this house. She hadn't left it within the six years she'd been married to her husband.

She held herself in the corner of the room after her husband stopped hurting her for stepping outside. She didn't bother wiping away the tears that continually fell down her face. She smiled at the thought about how everyone thought that her husband and herself were normal people. She was only allowed to leave the house with her husband. People had commented that they had only seen her around with her husband but never alone. She had given a nervous smile and her husband spoke up, making up an excuse for her that she had completely forgotten.

Jessie felt as if she wasn't good enough. Her self esteem was low and she had considered suicide a couple of times. In fact, she had tried it once but then her husband stopped her. Why did he stop her? She convinced herself that he loved her and cared about her.

She finally stood up and she was able to get back up to her feet. She was able to get up the stairs and to her bathroom. She put makeup on so that the bruises on her face wouldn't be seen by anyone. Well, mostly her husband. He didn't like when she had purple marks on her face. He told her that she was ugly if she didn't wear her makeup or wear dresses.

She decided to take a look in her closet. Her husband generally chose her clothes for her, but he did give her the luxury of choosing the colors. He claimed that he cared about her choices. And one of her choices was the color of her clothes, her makeup, and her hair. He made her change her old hair style though. But she told herself that it was time for a change.

Jessie closed her closet door and looked at herself in the full length mirror. She tried to love what she saw as she once did back when she was with James and Meowth in Team Rocket. She smiled as she thought about those two. "What are you smiling about?" Her husband asked as he wrapped his arms around her small waist.

"Oh, nothing really." She said. "Just admiring the dress you bought me." Jessie knew he had his flaws, but she loved these moments with him when he respected her. Sure, she had to make excuses about what made her happy for the brief moment, but he was treating her nicely.

"It looks alright on you." He said. He never said she looked beautiful or pretty. It was always just alright and okay.

"Thank you." She had to say or else she'd get another beating and she just fixed herself up to look nice.

"Why don't you go get Azura and make some dinner for me."

"Right away." Jessie responded. He let her go to go do her thing. Jessie walked out of her room and went into her daughter's room, Azura. "We have to make dinner." Jessie didn't like that Azura was only five and she had to help with chores around the house that were beyond her age, but her husband knew best.

"Okay mommy." She said and set down her only doll back on the shelf. Jessie wished that she could give Azura more, but her husband wouldn't let her. The little girl walked with her mother down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Go ask daddy what he wants for dinner tonight."

"Yes, mommy." She watched her walk out of the room and into the living room. She heard some yelling and a smack, like every day. Azura came in with tears in her eyes but she didn't complain or sob. She was used to it.

After dinner, Azura was sent up to bed. Jessie took the nightly beatings her husband gave her and then was sent to bed.

The next morning, Jessie made her husband lunch for work and made sure his keys and hat were set on the sofa just as he liked it. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and left for work. Jessie watched him take off from the kitchen window like she always did. She was supposed to, but told herself that she didn't mind at all. She rubbed the bruise on her cheek from last night carefully so that she didn't smudge her makeup. She then went to go do her daily household chores. Since her husband wasn't home, she didn't make Azura do the chores. Her husband didn't know this fact, but if he knew this, then Jessie would probably be beaten and she didn't need that. And Azura might get hurt. She already didn't like that Azura was slapped across the face every night when she had to ask what he wanted for dinner. Her husband's idea, of course.

There were three knocks on the door and Jessie had to answer it because people may become suspicious if she didn't. She checked her face in the mirror in the foyer before answering it, making sure bruises weren't showing. She opened the heavy maple door and was shocked to see James standing here, yet again. "I-I thought I said not to come back."

"Well, I did." James said. "I had to see you again, Jessie. And why don't you want me here?"

"B-because…I-"

"Because he'll hurt you if I do." James finished.

"How did you-"

"It was obvious." James paused. "I'm getting you out of here. Pack your bags, Jessie."

"I can't just leave, James." Jessie said and looked at the ground. "I just can't."

"Yes you can. I'll protect you from him, please just come with me." James urged. "I can take care of you." He opened the screen door and stepped inside. He grabbed her frail hand and kissed it. "I can't leave you here Jessie."

"But my husband loves me. I can't just leave him." Her voice shook as she spoke as she tried to convince herself.

"Then why would he hit you?"

"He has his flaws like everyone else."

"Jessie, you can't believe this. He doesn't love you."

"Yes he does." Jessie cried. "Yes he does."

"No he doesn't because I love you, Jessie. I love you." Jessie collapsed in his arms and let him hold her. She missed this feeling; feeling safe.

"But you can't because then…"

"Jessie, I am not afraid of him, okay? He won't hurt me or you ever again. If he does, he has to answer to my lawyers, alright?"

"Mommy?" Azura asked once she came down the stairs. She knew she wasn't supposed to unless she was asked, but she knew her mother wouldn't punish her. "Who's he?" Jessie looked from Azura to James.

"He's taking us with him. We're going to live in a new house." She paused. "Without daddy." Azura's blue eyes lit up and a smile appeared on her face, which was rare.

"What do I do?" She asked.

"Pack your things." Jessie said and Azura ran up the stairs as fast as she could to put her things in her backpack that she usually used for kindergarten.

"She's beautiful, Jessie. She has your eyes." James said as he held her close.

"I know."

James helped Jessie pack who then helped Azura. It went fairly quickly considering Jessie and Azura didn't have many belongings. Most of it was clothes. James carried their belongings out to the car and put them in the trunk. He didn't take his limo today, so he would be the one to drive. Jessie carefully got into the passenger's side of the car. She was still afraid of her husband because she thought he'd track her down, beat her and her daughter, and take her back. She didn't know why she went so willingly with James. Her husband loved her and he didn't deserve to be left without someone to take care of his every need, or so Jessie thought. As the car drove away from the house she had spent more than five years in, she was afraid that within time, her husband would get his revenge.

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