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Chapter 3

Ryan

The minute i saw that beauty run out of her home in nothing but a tank top and a pair of underwear. I could not get her out of my head. I was driving the truck while my two best friends actually got to talk to her. I was trying not to be jealous because there moment was so brief but they got to hear her voice and look  her in the eyes. 

I could tell by the way she acted and the way she looked although she was beautiful it looked as if she could shine so much more than she was. Something or somebody was making her sad.

Since i have always been protective of my friends its always been the four of us I have never wanted to protect someone as much as i did that women. I had seen her husband before pulling the trash out and he looked like a scrawny douche. I hope i saw more of the woman and less of the douche because something in me wanted to make me want to fight him. I wouldnt say im intuitive but I got a bad feeling about that house and that family.

Lorna

I must have passed out, I woke up in my bed my body feeling sore and tired. I knew I would have bruises everywhere just by the way i felt. James had never hit me before but I guess someone tipping him off to me being naked in the street pushed him over the edge. 

I stood slowly and made my way to our bathroom. I couldnt help the tears that came as i looked at myself in the mirror. My green eyes were red and swollen from the crying, a black bruise forming under my left eye, my arms covered in bright red hand prints that would most likely bruise in the next couple days. I reached for the hem of my shirt to look at my stomach which I know will be covered in bruises, when I notice james in the doorway looking at me.

"I hope you learned your lesson." He sneered at me the same look of disgust he gave me earlier today.

I just looked back at him waiting for him to say anything else. When I was about to open my mouth to say something he spoke up again.

"The kids shouldnt see you this disgusting Im going to  take them to my dads house we will be back on friday so I can take the trash out. I dont trust you to handle that appropriatly anymore."

With that being said he walked out I heard his foot steps down the stairs and the door to the garage open. I walked over slowly to the window and watched as my family left without me. 

James and I have been married for ten years we got married when I was 19 and he was 25. He was the love of my life but 5 years ago as his job got more stressful or marriage become more strained. Today was the first time he had ever hit me. The way he looked at me told me that our marriage would never make it past this year.

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