NATEWow. Fucking wow. I've not stopped admiring how beautiful Daisy looks in this white, off-the shoulder dress. It's sitting perfectly below her shoulders, and - not that it's important - her breasts look divine. As soon as I saw her in it, I swallowed a needy growl. I couldn't help let my eyes wander up and down, lingering on her stunning face. The face I hadn't been able to forget these past few weeks, and now I definitely wasn't going to lose sight of it. She'd applied a generous amount of makeup, which wasn't needed, but it still enhanced all her features. Her eyes were popping, sparkling even, through her jet black eyelashes which were fanned out on her rosy cheeks. The strawberry red lipstick stood out even more; her lips were as luscious and juicy as a strawberry. I wanted to sink my lips onto them, and redden them even more. I was determined to kiss the hell out of those lips later. I wanted to see them swollen, and smudged; stained with my taste instead of her lipstick.
DAISYHuge arms enveloped around my body, as my head came into contact with a hard chest. We were moving somewhere, with me cradled in his arms. He had a firm grip on me, but he was gentle. Nothing like the times Robert would pick me up, and drag me across the floor. Or chuck me onto the surface of anything, hard or soft.What if it was Robert? Had he come back? Was he here to hurt me? Maybe he was tricking me?I flinched as I was gently placed on something soft, my bed maybe? I tried to fight free from his arms, but he kept a firm grip on my shoulders. I was gasping for air, pushing, desperate for him to move. "No. Get off me, please your not supposed to be here." I yelled, and pleaded through tears. I was choking from the tremor inside my body, it wasn't until I heard his voice that I began to calm down."Shhh, Daisy you're okay it's me." Nate.Oh god.I felt the shame crawl up my skin, embarrassment drowned my cheeks with colour. I wanted the floor to open up, and swallow me wh
DAISYThe warm soft breeze wove through my loose curly strands, as they floated behind me. Hopes hair was in a neat pony tail, yet she still had clumps of hair slapping her in the face. Her tiny little lips were pressed together to blow away the strays in her mouth. She made an unattractive noise, it almost sounded similar to blowing a raspberry, as her face scrunched up in disgust. She earnt an amused look from me, and even a tiny laugh as I selfishly watched her try to overcome the wind. Eventually, I pulled the strands away from her face. She rewarded me with a huge, vibrant smile – eyes squinting as she attempted to look up at me – as well as a "Thank you mommy" from her sweet like candy voice. Unashamedly I'd matched us in similar clothing: she had a pink, halter neck sun dress with jelly white sandals, while I had a lowcut pink sun dress on also with white sandals; only difference was the material of our shoes as mine had a leather strap crossing the middle, and my dress was sl
NATEAs we strolled along the freshly cut grass, hand in hand, I couldn't help grinning. I had Hopes tiny hand buried in the other, as she wanted to show me her favourite part of the park; her tiny little face was too hard to say no to. she had her mothers gorgeous sapphire irises, making her 'puppy eyes' extra hard to resist. The park was a main attraction where we lived, it was more than just a playground for children. Surrounded by metal black fences, assigned with gates that locked every night at eight exact, it was enclosed making it feel safe. We had just trekked an extra long pathway towards the huge pond located in the middle. There were bunches of flowers, rose bushes, willow trees, oak trees etc. all placed together, coordinated to look attractive. They were also blocked by a small metal fence to prevent them being damaged. The trees blocked the light, but the colour exposed from the plants was vibrant and vivid; different shades of purples, pinks, yellows and reds were sca
DAISYTwo weeks had passed, meaning me and Nate had been on four dates. My trust for him was growing each day, stronger and stronger. I still hadn't told him about Robert, but I was closer each day. He knew there was something I was hiding, as I sensed it every time something would set off a trigger, or a thought. You don't have to be a genius to know when I'm reminded of what he did. I dreaded his reaction the day I told him. I don't worry that he will leave, I worry he will try find him. I confided in my new counsellor, whom had started seeing me last week. We'd had a total of two lessons, the first one was just me briefly explaining what led me to book a session with her, and then the second one we talked about Nate. Her words were to: "find a way that seems easiest for you". At first I was a little baffled, asking her to elaborate. "Maybe write it down? Or if you want to tell him face to face, sometimes no eye contact can give you more confidence, or courage. Some people choos
DAISYS e v e n m o n t h s p r e v i o u s:February 2nd - the day before I left:I lay in the comfy small bed, bones aching, skin bruised, face burning from cuts. I let my pain float away into the memory foam, as I sunk into the mattress. The thin blanket hid all evidence, but I could still feel it. I knew the scars were there. Last night was officially the worst night of my life. I'd spent months tolerating Roberts wicked behaviour. His outrageous mood swings had increased these past few weeks, he was attacking me at least five time's a day now. I'd become accustomed to his usual three times a day that, as much as I'd love for it to stop, I'd rather it be that then five time's a day. Because we all knew he wasn't going to stop. That was too much to ask. So last night he'd flipped out over various things. He was already fuming with me for inviting the painter and decorator in, which he organised. What did he expect me to do? Leave the man standing outside the door because he was
NATE"I'm so sorry you went through that." Was all I could say after Daisy's confession. Many different answers went through my head from: 'he's a bastard!' Or 'I'll kill him', but I figured they wasn't the right words given the situation. I'm sure that the last thing she wanted to hear was my violent thoughts on her abusive husband. So I swallowed my anger, and became the supportive boyfriend she needed. Well, what do you call the person you've been dating for a few weeks, but haven't officially put a label on it? Friend? Acquaintance? - no I'm sure it's definitely not that one. Either way she needed me to support her. I had Jack to rant to and take my frustration out on. "So the Daisy is possibly from him?" I asked. She was still sat on my lap, shaking from the confession. She then nodded, while wiping the last of her tears away. "Can I?" I reached for the card, but I wanted to check she was okay with me looking. "Sure" she nodded. I opened it, and turned it to show her. Hop
DAISYWhile soaking in Nates luxury, whirlpool bath, I couldn't help thinking about what his ex and brother did. I never had siblings, but I'm sure if I did I would never dream of doing something like that to them. I know I wouldn't do it to Amanda, and she's like a sister to me. To know she was saving up his money, pretending to love him - when she didn't; I couldn't do that to somebody important to me, but then maybe his brother was just a selfish arsehole who didn't care about Nate. That broke my heart a little. No matter what, you're supposed to love your siblings. Not destroy their happiness, and take advantage of their kindness. Sighing, as I realised how naive I sounded, I sunk further into the bath letting the bubbles cover me completely. All you could see was my head. I wasn't too concerned about him lying. Personally I could understand why. I'd been through hell, and sometimes it just feels easier to lie. I was a little hurt that he couldn't trust me, but again I underst
Nate ~ 6 months later. I take one look at my beautiful wife and feel a tight pulling on my heart strings. She's so perfect, so beautiful, and goddamn sexy. But she's also amazing inside too. Even more amazing now there's something else inside her. Baby Clarke: Due October 10th. I held the baby scan in front of my face for what felt like the hundredth time, but simultaneously still felt like the first. The excitement building inside my chest, the pounding of my heart, and the love I already carried inside me for this little human that wasn't even here yet, was enough to convince me my life was perfect. I lifted my eyes up to Daisy again, smiling as she laughed so hard at something my mother said about my father, and then dropped my eyes back to the scan picture. I'm sure there was a twinkle in my eye, I was the happiest I could be. After Robert made his final entrance into our lives and tried to officially end Daisies, but ended up dead himself, we were free. He could no longer hu
NateIt's been a week since Daisy's outburst. I've been mentally preparing myself if she has another, but there's only so much I can do. Next time, if there is a next time, she could leave and never come back. The thought makes me anxious and terrified, but hopefully with a counsellor there shouldn't be anything to worry about.We both agreed that at least one session a week would be beneficial and, if she doesn't feel too comfortable, I can attend the sessions with her. The counsellor agreed it was okay and explained it can be extremely helpful in these situations. I just wanted my girl back and happy. I lay beside her in bed, arm possessively wrapped around her and stroking her bare back. She was so fucking perfect. Little snores vibrated on my chest and filled my ears, making me smile down at her. She would definitely call me a creep if she knew I was watching her sleep, but I couldn't help myself. She was soon to be my wife and no woman compared to her, no one could ever hold my
DaisyI woke to soft, feathery sheets enveloping me; memory foam surrounding my head; and a big, strong arm wrapped across me. Nate was holding onto me as if I was about to slip out of his hold if he didn't. Fingers curled around my waist, while the rest of his rock solid body pressed against my back. I hummed contently. I'd missed this so much being in hospital. The beds were uncomfortable and my gorgeous boyfriend - no fiancé - wasn't beside me all night, holding me tight."Morning, beautiful." His husky voice was music to my ears, so sexy and hot. I turned so I was facing him. Sleep looked good on him, his eyes were heavy and his hair was more tousled than usual. "You're so sexy." "As much as I want to ravage you right now, and show you just how sexy I can be," He growled, nipping at my earlobe. "Hope is due in school today and there's nothing better than her mommy being able to take her." A big smile spread across my face. I'd completely forgot about Hope being back at school.
Daisy To be awake, to be alive, and to see the two most important people to me, is beyond amazing. I look up at Nates face to see him tickling Hope and making her laugh, a smile spread on my face. It's all I need right now. Of course, being awake has its disadvantages too. Like the fact Robert was the first face I saw when my eyes opened. I still hadn't told anybody that he was definitely here, albeit I heard rumours. Sometimes, I think the detectives think I'm hard of hearing and not suffering a gunshot wound. Each time they escort Nate outside the room, I hear them. It's starting to get irritating. As if the detective had pulled out a crystal ball and began trying to read my mind, he entered the room. First, he addressed Nate. "Good morning, I see you're all happy today. That's what I like to see." Then he turned to me. His face changed instantly. "And, how are you? Daisy." I scoffed. I'm not sure why I was being so sour towards him today, but I wasn't in the mood for his usual
Nate A week passed and Daisy still wasn't awake. I was losing my mind. Why couldn't she just wake up? It had been nearly four months, Christmas was almost here. "Daddy? I really want mommy to wake up now." Hope climbed onto my lap, blankie in hand, with eyes so sad. "I know baby, so do I." I gave her a cuddle, rubbing her back. "Would you like to see her again?" It was a rational decision. It was about eight in evening, she should have been in bed. But I was missing Daisy more than ever tonight too. "Yes! Can we go now?" She jumped up, accidentally kicking me in the stomach. I hid a groan. "Of course, go put your slippers on. You can go in your pyjamas." I chucked a pair of sweats on with a plain T-shirt while she found her slippers, and waited at the door. She came running in with so much excitement, I couldn't contain my smile. She was so precious. I picked her up and carried her to the car. I was surprised she hadn't fell asleep in the car, but once we got there she was stil
Nate"Hope, which one will mommy love?" "Hmm," she twisted her mouth with her index finger patting her lips. "I think that one, daddy" Engagement rings. She hadn't woke up yet, but she would. She had to. I had faith. In a moment of madness, but definitely not something I regret, I asked Daisy to marry me. I meant every word I said to her and would say it a thousand times over if I could. I was getting this ring, and in a few weeks time - maybe months, I was getting down on one knee and sliding it on her left hand. She was going to be Mrs Clarke. Hope had pointed to a rose gold ring. It was beautiful. I always imagined ordinary gold or silver, but this was different. Beautiful and unique like her. It stood out like she did. The diamond in the middle sparkled against the glass as the tiny bit of sun we had shone through, brightening Hopes little face up. I already imagined both their faces the day it happens, especially when I mention her little girl picked the ring. "Okay, we'll go
Three months laterNate"Now then, Hope, what are you bringing for mommy today?" I kneeled down to her level, pushing her stray hairs behind her ears. "A teddy bear. They always make me feel safe when I'm asleep" she cuddled the grey bear in her arms, squeezing tight with her eyes shut. "Perfect" I whispered, so she couldn't hear the tears in my voice. It had been three months since Robert shot Daisy. I'd spent endless nights lying awake, praying for the positive. It seemed, the positive - if there was any, didn't want to be my friend. If there was such thing as a god, like we all want to believe, then where was he? Where was he when Daisy was being tortured by her husband? Where was he when she was kidnapped? And where was he right now? Daisy had been comatose for three months. Where was he? I was never a church guy, if I'm honest, but now I attended church each Sunday with Hope and spent more time than I ever imagined in the chapel in the hospital. She'd ask why we were sitting,
DaisyThe continuous ring in my ears was agonising. A monotonous buzzing amongst a bunch of muffled screams. It was the only noise surrounding us, yet all I could hear was my fear; the erratic pounding of my heart and heavy breathing. He was here. A life threatening bomb had exploded on the floors above us, and I was more frightened by his presence. Charcoal smoke started to fill my lungs and interfere with my sight as it danced past us slowly but quickly. I could briefly feel Hopes tiny body shaking in my arms, and the agonising sound of her cries. He did this. He was hurting our little girl. Why did he do it? Why was he so cruel? My head felt swamped with anger and memories I didn't want as I remembered all those times he hurt me. Each time there was less physical pain from becoming accustomed to it, but the pain I felt inside, the emotion tearing inside my chest, grew a centimetre each time. His anger-led words, dripping with venom and torture, became believable. Useless. Worthle
NateThe wedding had started over half an hour ago. We were seated on the front row of chairs with my mother and father, and there were several security guards hidden around us. I didn't tell Daisy, I didn't want her to know that I'd hired several tough-looking men to watch over us in case of her ex. She hadn't mentioned any fears of Robert being here today, so I wanted to take precaution without worrying her. "She looks so beautiful" she whispered to me as she gazed at Sheila. "Not as beautiful as you" and I meant it. I wasn't just saying it. She really did look breathtaking. The stylists had made her look gorgeous without going too over the top. She had a baby pink midi dress hugging her curves, which fell off her shoulders. It exposed just enough cleavage to make my cock hard and jealousy spike through me as I imagined all the attention she'd receive for it, but she looked beautiful. Her hair was in big curls, softly floating around her shoulders, and her lips were a subtle pink