Yay second chapter in one night. I currently have 4 more chapters down on paper I just have to find the time to type it out and upload. Enjoy. (:
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I had been with Charles for nearly a year now. I dread every minute of it. Next week is the anniversary. That morning 11 moths ago it had started. Charles would savagely beat and abuse me for little things such as not having dinner ready on time or the spotless floor not being clean enough. Sometimes he would hit me for no reason at all claiming that it was to keep me in check.
A month ago things got much worse when he returned from the army. He had left for two months and those were the best two months of my life. But when he go home he would force me down on the bed at night and do what ever he wanted. I felt so vile and used... unclean even.
I had begged my parents to help me, but they just told me that Charles was a good man and that I needed to learn how to be a kept woman.
I heard the door slam and Charles yell my name.
"Dinners almost ready." I said as I pulled the roast out of the oven. I carefully made his plate and set it on the table as soon as he entered the room.
He scarfed his dinner down and grabbed my arm and began to drag me up the stairs. He was hurting my arm and I knew what was going to happen and I tried pulling away. This just angered him and he brought his hand down across my face harshly.
A sob broke through my throat as he pulled me forcefully up the stairs and into our room. He thew me down onto the bed aggressively and screamed at me as he tore my clothes from my body.
Two weeks later I had officially been with Charles for a year and a week. Only yesterday I learned that I was pregnant by throwing up repeatedly and realizing that I was late.
I waited until Charles left for work to grab all of the money I could find and buy a train ticket to my second cousin's house. Which thankfully was very far away from Charles.
I prayed that Charles wouldn't find me or the baby.
I know I did the right thing by running away to protect the life growing inside of me. Hopefully It would be nothing like him but like me.
Once I had arrived at my cousins she took in my abused form and welcomed me with open arms.
I then worked in that town as a teacher for small children until I could not stand anymore and readied myself for the baby.