The want of life

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Ever since Emily had married Mark to years ago shes changed no longer the person she once was, people belive shes mellowed or so they though, but people never know what goes on behind closed doors... Emily learns something and has to make a change to her life.

Submitted: June 11, 2008

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Standing in the kitchen I look around very things in place, every things sparkling clean, the food I’d labored on all afternoon smells wonderful, Mark would have nothing to complain about.
With a jolt I remembered the night before, Mark had come home drunk a trait which had become a habit, I felt my rib cage where he had so forcefully hit me, at the time I believed something must surely be broken.
That would not happen again… it can’t I thought.
Where had everything gone so wrong?
When I meet Mark he was what I’d been missing my whole life, my other half, he swept me of my feet in a whirl wind of passion and bliss, I feel in love with him immediately and a year later we got married on a perfect summer set beach, my heart over whelmed with the love I felt for him but it didn’t last, does it ever?
A few months into our marriage things began to change things weren’t all lovers bliss. I remember the first time he hit me, we’d been out to a friends, nothing out of the ordinary, both of us having had a few drinks, and we returned home Mark was unusual quiet but I took it his quietness for fatigued , but I was sorely mistaken his fatigued was in fact seething anger.
Getting home, I made a mistake closing and locking the door because I wouldn’t have had I know what was coming, I walked into our room, our sanctuary and out of now where I saw this fist flying it hit me with such a force, I fell myself fall to the floor, dazed
And shocked I looked up to see Marks face swirling above mine.
“That’s what you get foe being a bitch and flirting with Derek I’m your husband, your mine no one else’s do you hear me!?.” He shouted.
Meekly I nodded, dazed
Derek had been my best friend someone I had loved and adored dearly, but had given up on Marks request, that had been a dreadful mistake.
Mark later told me to cover my face with make-up so no one would be suspicious.
I’ll never forget that time; I lay in bed humiliated and ashamed. I never told anyone not even my mother.
From that night on it continued sometimes I’d have a week “off” but no more, his abuse continued becoming more painful leading to a broken color bone, ribs and my arm broken twice. The hospital never got suspicious, because Mark would always be there the whole time playing the loving husband, holding and kissing me telling anyone who would listen how clumsy I was, tripping and falling down stairs. When in actual fact he was telling me how clumsy I was burning his food, or not being a dutiful enough wife, him believing I deserved everything I got from him, I’d smile for the sake of the audience but in my eyes if you looked a little closer you’d see the fear that lived permanently in there, perhaps I did deserve everything he gave.
But here tonight he’ll come home drunk yet again tonight his food is cooked to perfection, the house cleaned top to bottom.
He’ll eat, have nothing to complain about get out a beer and sit in front of the television, me all the while fluttering about him cleaning up after him.
He comes home everything has gone to plan it’s now twelve o’clock were both presumably asleep. I crawl out of bed, go to the cupboard and pull out a little traveling bag with a few essentials I need including a wad of money and a train ticket rolled up hidden from sight.
I leave no note, no explanation, I have no reason to, I walk out the door, down the drive way, and along the lonely empty street, I feel my abdomen thinking of my unborn child not ever going to know the world I did, my heart swells with love for it.
No one knows where I’m going no one has to; it’s a new life… my new life with my unborn child.


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