OH look I'm back again. Doing a Disclaimer is soooo annoying when we all know I'm just a fan who wish she wrote all the books but didn't so bear with me :P I'll do it sometimes but not all the times. Plus I'm hoping your reading this to hear my story, not to see that I'm just a poor, poor girl who divulges in her imagination a little to much. ON WITH THE STORY !

Chapter 2

I've been subjected to forms of abuse that has made me ensure my survival by making myself as silent and invisible as possible. Right, I say it like I'm about to write a novel on how to know if He's Going to Hit You !.

God, why do I feel so pathetic. Everything in my life has become a routine. I wake up, at 6:50 the same time he wakes up to get ready for work. I always have to make sure he has his breakfast. The fastest way to a guys heart is through their stomach is their heart many people say. The fastest way to get hit is if he has no food. He doesn't like his food touching. I learned this the hard way. I'm learning everything about him the hard way now. It still amazes me how fast he can reach out and slap me like I stole his soul and when he's done it's almost like he hasn't hit me at all. Like I'm the reason I got hit in the first place. Like I'm the one that compelled him for his hand to reach out and slap the dog mess out of me.

When he leaves for work it's a quarter to 8. I clean, and clean. Make sure everything is absolutely spotless. It has to be, or of course bad things happen. I don't even dare turn on the T.V. When he gets back he likes to make sure that his favorite show is on. Law & Order. Funny right ? How someone can see the injustice that goes on with others but feels as if it's right just because it isn't "reality' but what really is reality ?

If your watching a man get beaten up to get him to explain why his wife has those bruises on her face, why she looks to almost be on her death bed. Just to find out that he yes indeed he was beating her , then to see him to go on trial. Him have the nerve to plea, Not Guilty. The Jurors find him Guilty. Then hear the judge give the man the sentence. What's scarier ? To see the person the very person who does the same thing to you watch a show recreate what's happening and not change or to hear him mutter the words "If he had a better hold she never would have seen the day of light." Ring ding, ding I got your answer. I know mines already.

Once the clock hits 6 he's going to be back and I have to have the dinner done by then. I look in the fridge to see if everything is in place. He notices everything it seems and it still amazes me if he notices I didn't put the milk in the right place or if I didn't put the beer in rows instead of single file.

I do absolutely nothing but wait once the clock hits 5:58 and wait to hear his car pull in up in the driveway. Once it does, I hear the door knob turning. It's like a ritual, I would know he's upset with anything that he sees once it's 6:05. He always does a run through in the house to make sure everything is in order. That everything is in place, that nothings my fault, I pray and pray for these deathly five minutes to go by and for him to not say anything to me. I look at the time, just one more minute, one more minute. The minute goes by and he comes to me and says nothing. I inwardly jump for glee.

"We need to go shopping." I almost jump for joy when he says that.

He never lets me go out. But on rare occasions he lets me go with him to the local market. I remember one day when I went with him I saw the most god like being to ever grace this Earth, I know I know. I'm a married women, I shouldn't be focusing on other men. But God help me, every time I saw him it almost made me whimper and rub my legs together to get some friction. Now let me explain to who I speak of. I don't know his name but I know his face, boy do I know his face. He's a blonde haired dimple having Texan accent tall hunk of a man. I know he's from Texas because I got to hear his voice one day. One very lucky day when we bumped into each other and he apologized to me. We were in the produce aisle and next thing I know I'm walking into a wall. Just to look up and catch my breath, at first the alarms in my head was ringing, 'What if Jacob sees, I hope he's not looking please don't be looking.' I look back quickly to see him looking at the brunette haired lady just a short distance from him. 'Figures'

"Are you okay?" The man asks. I stare at him for a beat to long.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine" I answer very flustered.

Then, I saw the becoming of Jesus when I saw that dimpled smile of his. I turn away quickly so Jacob wont see me talking to him longer than necessary. That night I dreamt of him. So now on the occasions that Jacob lets me go out, I hope and pray I see the man of my dreams. A women can dream right ?

And there we have it :D

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