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Which one sounds more appealing if you’re a reader?
A) People are only allowed the memories they are given except for a small group of people who are immune to memory programming
B) A society where there is significantly more men, therefore multiple men have to court
(to the extreme) or bid for a wife
C) Neither lol
This project was flowing from me like water……why haven’t I been working on it??? Hope you enjoy 🙂
The first time he did it…it was dark, raining, and lightning was crackling through the clouds. She felt his hand connect with her face and she went down. Shocked and still hanging onto her bravery she picked herself up and flew at him with a rage she had never felt. When she heard him laugh she knew she had made the biggest mistake of her life. In seconds she was up against the wall with his hand around her throat. She could barely see him except for when the lighting flashed; there was no escaping his strength.
He leaned close to her ear and whispered “You don’t want to play this game with me”. He tightened his hand and then released her with such a quickness she had no time to get her bearings, instead falling to the floor in a heap of body parts. She sat there, silent, waiting for him to do something more, kill her perhaps. He simply turned and walked out of the room. With shaky legs she made her way to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. What the hell just happened? This was nothing like the man she knew.
To afraid to come out of the bathroom she decided to run a bath for herself instead, at least she would have a reason to stay behind the locked door for as long as she could. Dumping in some lavender bath salts her mind was still reeling from his violence. As she slowly took her clothes off she peered into the mirror to check and see if he left behind any bruises. Her neck was still pink from where his hand had cut off her airway. Her cheek was burning and red like a lobster. Damn.
The warm water cradled her like a baby and she lay there thinking. She was only 17 years old. She had left home when she met John, a shining star in this small town. He proclaimed his love for her and told her that he needed her to be with him, and her naiveté concealed any other facts she should have considered. It had only been about six months since she had shown up on his doorstep with a garbage bag in her hand and a backpack on her back. Everything seemed to be going nicely, she cooked, cleaned, did the laundry, and helped pay the bills with the little bit of money she made from working at the only coffee shop in town.
She almost jumped out of the bathwater when she heard the light tapping on the bathroom door. “Elise, unlock the door honey. I am so sorry.” For what seemed like an hour she sat there, debating in her head if she should let him in. She pulled the plug in the bathtub and dried herself off. Cinching her bathrobe around her waist she apprehensively clicked the lock on the door and stepped back.
John opened the door slowly and she could see the moisture around his eyes. “I am so sorry Ellie.” He walked over to her and lowered to his knees, pressing his head into her stomach. She stiffened, not wanting him anywhere near her. As he cried out his apologies he got into her mind just a little more. Her heart was starting to break for him, this man she loved so much in such a little amount of time. Surely he really was sorry. He couldn’t be faking such raw emotion, as he promised her over and over again that he would rather die than hurt her again. She laid a hand on the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair. He looked up at her, his eyes remorseful, and begged her to come to bed with him. She nodded and as he stood he grabbed her hand and led the way.
She lay in bed staring at the red walls. She had never liked the color of this room, and after the events of the evening the color screamed danger. John was fast asleep, curled up around her so she couldn’t move without waking him. She wondered how he could sleep so peacefully as she felt his deep steady breaths against her body. Shaking her head gently she closed her eyes and vowed to herself to try to sleep as well .Elise had promised herself that if he ever hit her again she would gather her things up and hit the road.
As the next year stretched on, the hitting turned to beating, and the red marks turned to deep purple bruises splattered across her body. Every time he cried and said he was sorry for hurting her. It had happened so many times, that she didn’t believe him anymore. Like a true experienced batterer, John knew where to hit her so others would never be able to see the marks. Elise tried to figure out what set him off so she could avoid his fists, but she just couldn’t put her finger on it, there was no stopping him.
© Ashley M. Nee 2012
I continue to be amazed and surprised that so many people read my blog, which I started more for personal reasons than any other. I was nominated from Sofia Siberia for the Reality Blog Award 🙂 Thank you so much Sofia!!!
To receive this award I must answer five questions about myself 🙂
1. If you could change one thing, what would you change?
I am not one for saying I would like to change things because I really believe things happen for a reason in your life. I know that if certain negative events hadn’t occurred I would not be where I am today!!!
2. If you could repeat an age, what would it be?
Oi! None haha, every age had its ups and downs, I just want to keep moving forward, (ask me again in 15 years and I might sing a different tune!)
3. What is one thing that really scares you?
As a mom I think the thing that scares me most is that something terrible will happen to my children.
4. What is one dream you have not completed, and do you think you’ll be able to complete it?
Hmmmm I want to write a book, and yes I think one day I will complete that, not sure when, but it is in progress!
5. If you could be someone else for one day, who would it be?
This is incredibly hard! I think I would want to be J.K. Rowling, what an amazing thing to be able to see inside the mind of someone who wrote my some of my favorite books!!
Nowwwww the nominees
Keep writing everyone I love to read your work 🙂