L'Acte Sombre

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

What happens when your life is confined to a painful love?
What happens when all you know of love is pain?
This is a story of two people in a hurtful relationship but still in love. One is hurt, the other is inflicting more pain.



*Viewer Discretion is advised. Story contains mentions of domestic violence.*

H E :

It was all an accident. It was. I loved her. That's the whole and unadulterated truth. I loved her with my heart and soul.

In the beginning, she felt like leaving. Then I snapped. I felt very bad afterwards, but I knew it was for the relationship and for our good. I convinced her that it was for us. For our future.

She understood. Whenever she didn't, I couldn't help but snap. It was out of my control. She always understood afterwards.

She didn't understand when I was calm. She loved me nevertheless.

How could she not love me? I got her everything she could ever ask for, even when she didn't ask for it. I got her makeup, the most expensive type, for after our weekly "sessions".

She hated these sessions. I didn't like it when we disagreed. These sessions were like the times when I snapped, but we needed them because she just didn't like the calm me. She always told me she loved me after our sessions. Always.

S H E :

I did love him. With all my heart. But my heart just couldn't take it anymore. It was too painful. I was too used. Too chipped.

I understood him. I really did. But my heart, my body, my soul, all of me was done now. It was too much.

When it started, I understood myself and my needs more. It felt worse. I felt violated and used. Then I understood him more. His reasons, his frustrations, all of it. It wasn't his fault. But it wasn't mine either.

In the starting, he snapped when I said anything about leaving him. Then, we started having these "sessions" every week. He was convinced that I didn't like him unless he was angry. I always loved him. Perhaps I always will. That's my curse.

He tried his best to make me happy. He helped me cover up the marks I got after our sessions. He was very sweet after the sessions. It was like he loved me even more after them.

What he didn't know was the toll it took on my body. It hurt my body and soul in ways nor he nor "makeup" could fix. All of me hurt. All of me felt used. But I never told him that. I just told him how much I loved him. He never doubted me.

After I got one too many "marks", I decided that I was done. Of course, I couldn't tell him that. He would feel so hurt. He would never let me go. Then, he'd snap. All the pain started in the first place because I wanted to leave. Meek old me. Stupid old me. Coward old me...

H E :

Everything was perfect. Our relationship was at its best. She was happy, I was happy. Perfect.

Then, one day, she just thought that she could leave. How could she leave? I loved her. She loved me. She told me that herself. Every single time, she told me. She said that we will always be together.

All I could think was, "She broke her promise", and, "She lied". All my thoughts were distorted. I just saw red.

Then it happened.

S H E :

I thought about leaving. Stupid. I always knew he wouldn't let me leave. He didn't even try to hide it. All I could do was try to leave when he was not around. When he wouldn't snap in front of me. I didn't even think about stopping for a second to think about what would happen if he did. What if he saw me?

My thoughts were never straight. I knew it. All my thoughts revolved around him. His anger, his love, his face, his belt-

No. I couldn't think about the "sessions". It would only weaken me. I had to leave. I deserved that much. Didn't I? I did. I did. Yes.

But then... He saw.

He snapped.

It happened.

I'm happy. The dark is welcoming. It's lulling me to slumber. 

 

Thank you for reading this short story. My main motive behind this story is help to people who need help. Abuse is not okay. Never. If you yourself are facing anything like this or know someone who is, please know that there are people out there who can help you. People who can help you and people you can be safe with. It is not the end. It is never the end. Be strong.

 


Submitted: March 28, 2021

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WSY29NM

Nice story..loved it :))
keep posting stories in the future..

Mon, March 29th, 2021 7:31am

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Thank you!! I try my best!!
Working on a new story!! Hopefully you'll like the stroy ;)

The Author :)

Thu, April 1st, 2021 8:23am

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