I dialed Emily's number, my hands shaking with fear, my heart racing with anxiety. "Emily, he's going to kill me," I whispered, trying to hold back tears that streamed down my face like rain.
I was hiding in the basement, the only place I felt safe, surrounded by the musty smell of old boxes and the faint scent of mold. Alex had been raging upstairs, his anger and frustration boiling over like a pot left unattended on the stove. I knew I had to get out, but I was trapped, like a bird in a gilded cage with no key.
"Sarah, what's happening?" Emily's voice was calm, but I could hear the concern beneath.
"He's going to kill me," I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper, my throat constricted with fear. "He's been getting worse and worse. I don't know what to do."
I heard Emily's sigh, her gentle words of comfort, but they felt like a distant echo, a reminder of a life I once knew, a life I could never go back to.
I thought back to the day I met Alex, the charming smile, the piercing eyes, the gentle touch. I fell deeply in love with him, like a leaf falling from a tree, helpless to stop my descent.
But it started with small things, like a trickle of water that erodes the stone. A criticism here, a raised voice there. I brushed it off as stress, as fatigue, but it escalated, like a fire that consumes everything in its path.
The night started off peacefully. I thought about the party we'd attended earlier that night. It was a charity gala, a sea of tuxedos and cocktail dresses. I'd worn a red gown, feeling elegant and confident.
But then, I'd accidentally spilled wine on the host's wife. Alex had been upset, his eyes flashing with anger. I'd known then that I was in for a long night.
I felt trapped, like I was living in a nightmare, with no escape, no respite. I wanted to scream, to shout, to break free, but my voice was silenced, like a bird with its wings clipped.
"Sarah, you have to leave him," Emily said, her voice firm. "You can't stay in this marriage. It's killing you."
“I know”
I knew she was right, like a truth that echoes in the soul. But I was scared, like a child in the dark, afraid of what lurked in the shadows.
“When will you leave him?” She asked a question that I'd pondered a million times.
“I don’t know,” I mumbled. I asked myself that question a lot when the abuse became too much to bear.
“I’ll talk to you later, Emily.”
“Stay safe Sarah, I love you,” she replied, and the call went dead.
I waited in the dark, dank basement to stay out of his raging path. A faded scar on my arm served as a reminder of what happens when I linger when he is in a foul mood.
As I waited, my eyes strayed to the wardrobe that stored my paintings and my mind wandered back to the night I'd picked up painting. It was years ago, when the abuse first started. It was a way to express the emotions I couldn't verbalize. I needed an outlet and something to pass the time with when hiding.
I remember the feeling of the brush in my hand, the way the colors blended on the canvas. It was my escape, my sanctuary.
Now, hiding in the basement, I knew I had to escape. I couldn't take his anger, his control, anymore. I glanced at my latest painting, the colors dark and foreboding. It was a reflection of my soul, a cry for help.
I couldn’t let Alex find my paintings. They were the last things I held dear in my life. He would go as far as destroying them just to hurt me more.
I thought about our honeymoon phase, the way he showered me with love and attention. The way he held my hand, the way he looked at me. I was so in love, so blind.
But then, things started to change. The little things, the dismissing, the accusing. I brushed it off as stress, as fatigue. But deep down, I knew.
I remember the first time he hit me. The shock, the pain, the fear. I thought it was a one-time thing, that he would never do it again. But it happened again, and again, and again.
I learned to cope, to hide. I took up painting, losing myself in the colors, the strokes. I painted to forget, to numb the pain.
But the pain never went away. It lingered, a constant reminder of what I'd become. A shadow of my former self.
I thought about my life, the choices I'd made. I thought about Alex, the man I loved, the man I feared. I knew I had to leave, but I was scared.
Scared of what he would do, scared of what would happen next. Scared of being alone.
I woke up to the sound of shattering glass. My heart racing, I sat up in bed, disoriented. Alex was standing in the doorway, his eyes blazing with anger.
"You stupid girl ," he spat, his voice venomous. "You think you can hide from me?"
I cowered, trying to make myself small, invisible. But he saw me, his gaze piercing through the darkness.
He stormed over to the bed, his fists clenched. I flinched, expecting the worst. But he just stood there, his chest heaving, his anger simmering like a pot about to boil over.
"You're going to pay for this," he growled, his voice low and menacing.
I didn't know what I'd done wrong. I never knew. But I knew I had to get out of there, fast.
I tried to run, he advanced faster.
"You need to learn to respect me," he snarled, his voice low and menacing.
But what led us to this point? Looking back, I realize that our relationship has always been complex.
We met in college, and I was swept off my feet by his charm and good looks. He was the star quarterback, and I was a cheerleader. We were the golden couple, and everyone thought we were perfect for each other.
Sarah, the stunningly beautiful cheerleader, with long fiery red hair and piercing emerald green eyes. Kind, gentle, and submissive. Alex, the quintessential college star athlete with the disarming smile, and confidence. He stood at around 6'2 with a strong, athletic build, and his short, dark hair and very blue eyes.
After graduation, Alex landed a high paying job at a prestigious company, and I became a full-time homemaker. We bought a beautiful house in the suburbs, and I spent my days decorating and cooking, while Alex worked long hours to provide for us.
To outsiders, our life looks perfect. But sometimes, I wonder if there's more to life than this...
As I curled there, frozen in fear, I couldn't help but think about how our relationship had changed over the years. How had we gone from being the perfect couple to this?
And then, the blows came. Slaps, punches, kicks. I tried to defend myself, but he was too strong.
Threw me to the ground like I was nothing
"You're nothing without me," he shouted, his fists hitting my flesh. "You're nothing!"
I curled up, trying to protect myself, but he just kept hitting. I thought it would never stop.
Finally, he exhausted himself, leaving me broken and battered on the floor.
As I lay there, I knew I had to escape. But how? He had me trapped, physically and emotionally.
And then, the worst part came. The apologies. The tears. The promises to change.
I lay there, broken and battered, as Alex held me close. His tears fell on my face, mixing with my own.The pain radiated all over my body. I could feel the bruises forming."I'm so sorry, Sarah," he whispered, his voice shaking. "I don't know what comes over me. I love you so much."I wanted to believe him. I wanted to think that this time would be different. But deep down, I knew it was all a lie."You provoke me," he said, his voice laced with blame. "You pushed me to this. If you just listened to me, if you just did what I said, this wouldn't have happened."I felt a surge of anger, but I knew better than to express it. I knew that would only make things worse."I'm sorry," I lied, trying to placate him. "I'll try to do better, I'll be a better wife."He stroked my hair, his touch gentle now. "I love you, Sarah. I don't want to hurt you. But you need to understand me. I have a temper. I can't help it, you make me mad"I nodded, feeling trapped. I knew I had to escape, but I didn't
I woke up to the sound of Alex's voice, his words dripping with insincerity. "Hey, beautiful, I'm so sorry about last night. Can you ever forgive me?"I turned away, my eyes still swollen from crying. The memories of his fists, his anger, and his cruel words still lingered. I couldn't bear to look at him. "Forgive you?" I spat. "You've been saying that for months, Alex. But nothing changes. You just keep hurting me.""Come on, Sarah, don't be like that," he said, his voice laced with condescension. "I love you. I would never intentionally hurt you."I laughed, a bitter sound. "You love me? You don't even know what love is. You only love control, power, and manipulation."Alex's face darkened, and for a moment, I saw the real him. The one who hated opposition, who hated being challenged."I'm late for work," he said, his voice cold. "We'll talk about this later." But he persisted, placing a tray with breakfast on my lap. The smell of eggs and bacon made my stomach churn. I pushed the
Ethan's Point of view:I was driving home from a short but tiring day at work, my mind still reeling from the meeting with our company's potential investors. We were trying to secure funding for our new project, and I was determined to make it happen because the weight of it rested heavily on my shoulders. As I navigated through the crowded streets of Manhattan, I felt a sense of satisfaction wash over me. We were one step closer to making our vision a reality.The sun was setting over the towering skyscrapers, casting a warm orange glow over the city. I rolled down my window, letting the cool evening air fill the car, and breathed in the sounds of the city: honking horns, chattering pedestrians, and the wail of sirens in the distance.I noticed a street performer, a master of his craft, juggling clubs and spinning plates. I watched in awe as he expertly kept everything in the air, drawing a small crowd of onlookers. I smiled, feeling a sense of joy that I hadn't felt all day.I turne
Ethan's point of view:I sped through the streets, my heart racing with fear. The girl's limp body lay in the passenger seat, her bright red hair stark against the dark leather. I couldn't believe what had just happened.I couldn’t help but blame myself, it’s been a long while since I’ve been behind the wheel. My driver, Ben, had a family emergency, so I gave him the day off. I should have ordered an Uber or called my grandfather’s driver to take me home. I missed the feeling of taking charge of the car at the steering wheel. Now look where that landed me.As I drove, I couldn't shake the image of her pale face from my mind. Who was she? And what had I done?I finally arrived at the hospital, screeching to a halt in front of the emergency department. I leaped out of the car, rushing to her side. I gently lifted her out of the passenger seat, cradling her in my arms.The automatic doors slid open, and I sprinted through them, desperate for help. A team of medical professionals rushed t
Sarah’s Point of view As I slowly opened my eyes, I was met with the sterile smell of a hospital room. I tried to remember how I got there, but my memories were fuzzy. I recalled running down the street, then...nothing. Panic set in as I scrambled to piece together what happened. A gentle voice spoke beside me, "Hey, you're awake. I'm so glad to see you're okay." I turned to see a blond guy with hazel eyes and a concerned expression. He introduced himself as Ethan, and I had no idea who he was or why he was sitting beside my bed. The doctor came in to check on me, and Ethan stepped back, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt a strange sense of calm with him nearby, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was missing. As the doctor left, Ethan returned to my bedside, his expression hesitant. "Can I stay?" he asked. "I want to make sure you're okay." I nodded, still trying to process everything. Ethan's presence was comforting, but I couldn't understand why he
Sarah’s Point of view:Nurse Sabrina's warm smile greeted me as she entered my hospital room. "Sarah, How are you doing today? You have a visitor. Your friend Emily is here to see you."I nodded, trying to compose myself, but the emotions still simmered just below the surface. Emily followed the nurse in, concern etched on her face."Hey, girl," Emily said softly, rushing to my side. "I was so worried about you."Nurse Sabrina nodded sympathetically. "I'll leave you two alone for a bit. Just press the call button if you need anything."As the nurse exited, Emily turned to me, her eyes searching mine. "Sarah, what happened? You were crying when you called"I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "I saw him, Em... Alex... with Claire... his ex." The words felt like acid on my tongue. They were burning, but I had to get them out."They were locked in a passionate embrace, they looked ready to tear each other's clothes off. The passion and lust between them was so obvious.
Ethan's Point of view:As I got ready for dinner at my grandpa's house, my mind kept wandering back to Sarah, the pretty redhead I had hit with my car just a few days ago. I couldn't help but wonder how she was feeling now, if she was recovering well from her injuries. I made a mental note to get her a get-well-soon card, an "I'm sorry" card, and some flowers. I wasn't really sure why I was so invested in her well-being, but I couldn't shake off the feeling."Mr. Ethan, your car is ready," Ben, my driver, called out to me.I nodded, grabbing my phones and heading out the door. As we drove to my grandpa's house, my mind kept drifting back to Sarah. I found myself smiling, feeling a sense of happiness that I couldn't quite explain.As I stepped out of my car and onto the winding driveway of my grandfather's mansion, a mix of emotions swirled inside me. The trees towered above, their leaves rustling in the gentle breeze, whispering secrets of the past. I have always loved visiting this p
Sarah's Point of view:I couldn't believe I was finally going home! The hospital room had started to feel like a prison, and I was eager to get back to my normal life. Emily, my best friend, was by my side as Nurse Sabrina came in to give me my discharge instructions.Nurse Sabrina was the best nurse anyone could ask for, but I would not mind not seeing her every single day."Okay, Sarah, here's an advice sheet on exercises you should do every day to help speed up your recovery and a list of things to do and not do," she said, handing me two sheets of paper.I scanned the list, trying to take it all in. "No heavy lifting, no bending, no strenuous activity...got it.""And don't forget to take your meds as prescribed," Nurse Sabrina added."You'll need to wear your plaster cast until the broken bone heals. The skin under the cast may be itchy for a few days, but that should pass."Emily nodded, taking the list from me. "I'll make sure she follows the rules, Nurse."I rolled my eyes g