My hatred of The nonsense Concept-of-Women's-Happiness-bullshit sister Elise taught me once, two years ago. I remember she said, "--at the end, a woman's ultimate happiness was to fulfill her destiny. To do so, thou shalt be modest but charming, full of smiles, calm in her nature, smooth in her speech, forgiving, loyal and devoted to thy husband, never rejects the will of thy husband and thy attitude towards his wives has no prejudice; sincere and full of understanding--,"
I could feel his gaze on my stomach, and that's not good. Not at all. I think I have a little panic attack. Especially when he cried out my name."Amber," he drew his eyebrow together as his dark brown eyes tracing my face. He pulls my fac
“You should learn to take care of yourself, sweetie.” Sam said, with a sheepish smirk on her face while she put some melted butter all over my palm, then rubbing it slowly without taking her gelatine green eyes from mine. Made me smell like fresh baked bread. The kind of bread she liked, warm, soft, sweet and docile. And there when I began to hyperventilat
Midwinter.I have always wished that life would be more of two-plus-two and less of the unpredictable mystery box it is. Because to be honest, I hate surprises, especially from the mighty BIG GUY. The last surprise I g
I needed to be alone for a while. So I could cry and scream at the top of my lung as much as my heart needs without anyone calling me crazy, or hysteric. I needed to scream. Too bad, I was not alone, someone has been following me."C
Before the hearing. 1 hour ago."Keep thee grounded and still, my dear," Sister Cecilia said with a sad smile on her wrinkled lips. Tucking my stray hair behind my black bonnet, away from my black and blue eyes and bruised lips.
WARNING: this chapter contains sensitive content! Choose wisely.Experiencing violence is one thing, and having to tell the world about that is another. Even just the thought of it made me sick. She didn't answer, just a sad smile and a p
WARNING: this chapter contains sensitive content! Choose wisely.I was breathless and so did everyone here. The Priest held His word a little longer, creating a suffocating suspension. And oh Lord… I hated it.
Present. Late Spring."I would rather die...," I say, followed by the startled noise of the crowd. they shook their heads in disbelief. I could feel their eyes on me, stripping me off.