Bond's Of Deception

Chapter 2

TW: MENTION OF RAPE

Isabelles POV:

I woke up relieved to see that I was still laying in the same position I slept in last night.

Peace. The one thing I needed the most. Finally.

I turn to lay on my other side, of course struggling in the process, when suddenly it hit me. House. Dirty. Work.

I immediately got up ignoring the throbbing pain in my head and my aching body as I made my way to the bathroom.

I couldn't handle looking at myself in the mirror. I washed my hands, brushed my teeth and hair which was seriously tangled.

I walked into the living room knowing and relieved that Samuel wasn't here. That alone gave me the motivation to clean and not stress about being harassed.

I went straight to Isaac who was now awake and crying. I sat down on the couch taking him carefully in my arms and breast-feeding him.

I knew I had to clean the house today and I had to be quick so I can have enough time to sneak out and take Isaac to the park so he can at least breathe some fresh air other than the old rusted off walls and dirty laundry.

After I finished breast-feeding him, I walked back to the bedroom and set him in his crib with his toys.

I started cleaning the house and tried to forget about all my problems, but that was hard when all I could smell is the strong stench of Samuel's cologne.

I noticed how sometimes in the mornings, he wakes up extra early and goes to take a shower. Always wearing suits, brushing his blond hair back with a clean comb, bombing himself with cologne from head to toe, his dark brown eyes staring into the mirror for 15 minutes before taking his suitcase and leaving.

I noticed when he comes back he isn't actually working...

How when he's always laying next to me in bed, he's smirking at his phone, hiding it from me...

I noticed when we are walking outside, he stares at other women...

Oh I noticed...

And noticed...

And noticed...

But in the end just ignored...

No...

I was forced to ignore.

Here in this small town, women have no rights. Most of us are forced into marriages and are abused and most likely taken advantage of.

I was a victim because of my no good family. I and many other women in this little land were taught to obey our husbands and to keep quiet. Not talking back and being the "perfect wife" was all that was taught to us throughout our lives. From the start of our birth, to childhood, teenage hood, adulthood and all the way till our last breaths.

My life was no different than the other women in this country. When my abusive parents first told me the news, that I were to be wedded to a complete stranger, that only my father knew of, I felt my world crashing down. It felt as though the life in me has been sucked out completely before I could even experience it.

How can anyone be so cruel to force their child to do something they don't want, let alone marry someone they don't want to? Why ?

All of these awful times. All of these mistreatments and yet not one single answer, as to why they would even consider doing these acts.

Images of my wedding night came to mind. It made me cringe as I remembered how Samuel pushed me down on the bed, climbed on top of me, stripped me till I was fully naked and took advantage of me as I screamed and tried to push him away. This incident occurred to me more than a few times to the point where I became accustomed to it.

Before I could process anything I felt the tears running down my face. I wiped them away and tried blocking the awful memory's.

Work. Get back to work if you want Isaac to have at least 15 minutes of freedom.

After a few hours of cleaning, wiping and trying to keep my thoughts in place, I was finished and went to check on my little bundle of joy. He was fast asleep with drool coming out of his mouth. I picked him up and kissed his forehead as I looked outside and saw that it was already afternoon.

I dressed myself up and had an apple to eat. After all the horrible flashbacks in my head, I lost my appetite for anything.

I set Isaac a baby sling that was wrapped around my body

I relaxed for around 10 minutes before he woke up. I took this chance to get up and leave to go to the park down the block.

I almost stopped myself from walking through the back door.

Samuel...

I held Isaac tight in my hands as I thought of the consequences.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as I walked out of the house with a long skirt and a blouse on. I kept whispering to myself:

Do it...

Do it...

Do it...

Do it...for Isaac...

Just come back early...

Just come back early...

Just come back early...

Just come back early...before Samuel does...