Bond's Of Deception

Chapter 3

Isabelle's POV:

After a while, I arrived at the park and sat down on the swing holding Isaac in my arms and swaying as I sang him a lullaby. The park wasn't empty but not full either. There were a couple of kids who came with their mother's.

And it was the scenery in front of me that made me think of something magnificent.

Although we were all here for different reasons, one thing was for sure.

Memories were being created.

Moments we are experiencing with our children are being made, which we aren't in control of.

I sigh as I rub Isaacs back, while swinging on the swing together. He smiled at me. That beautiful toothless smile that always gave me hope that I would somehow, someway escape the abuse that I've been facing for a long time and give me and my bundle of joy a better life.

However, while having these thoughts I couldn't help but feel like I was being watched for quite a while.

I looked to my left. I looked to my right. I looked to the front, I looked to the back but still no sign of stalking.

I shrugged the feeling off and decided to focus on Isaac instead. However, I was so caught up on playing with him, that I didn't even notice that it was already getting dark.

I knew I was late.

I quickly got up from the swing and speed-walked to the direction of my house. All the while I was trying to spot any familiar car driving.

When I got closer to the street I was living in I practically ran to where I lived, in order to see if Samuel's car was in the drive way.

Thank god there was nothing.

I ran to the backyard, unlocked the fence, then backdoor and got inside the house. I was practically breathing heavily from the anxiousness and relief I felt.

I changed Isaac back to his old pyjama and mines, as a way to cover up the fact that I even thought of stepping outside of the door.

He was late again today. He usually comes home at 11 p.m but tonight he came home much later. I found myself waiting 2 hours till 1 a.m. I looked like an idiot doing so. At 1:15 a.m I heard a car pull into the driveway.

He was here.

I braced myself as I walked to the door ready to greet him. He slammed it open and walked into the house. He took out his jacket and tossed it at my face, taking his shoes off and loosening his tie, revealing his neck.

A hickey...

No...multiple ones...

Bite marks all over his neck and collarbone, as well as red lipstick.

I couldn't believe my eyes. I didn't even want to accept what I was seeing.

I knew he was unfaithful but for some reason it still hurt.

I just stood there staring at his neck in disbelief. He was too busy not to notice me.

Without even thinking a tear fell down my face. Holding my sob back I turned around to the kitchen and pretended like nothing was wrong.

Oh, who am I kidding, of course it was...

I hated this life...

I hated this place...

I hated this house...

I hated this town...

I hated him...

I took the plate of food out of the microwave and placed it on a tray. I walked to the living room where he was sitting watching TV...again. I refused to look at him. I couldn't. I knew that the moment I do, I would burst into tears.

When I finished, I sat down next to him on the couch.

I kept an appropriate distance between us. I looked at the TV and back at him as he was still laughing at whatever the host was saying.

He was so focused on the programm he was watching, that he didn't even acknowledge my existence.

Suddenly I started coughing loudly, due to the heavy pain in my chest. I tried holding it in but my body couldn't handle it anymore.

That's when he turned to look at me.

Oh god...no...

His eyes were on me for a split second and I swear I could spot annoyance on his face. He took the remote from the glass table and turned the TV off.

Now the house was completely silent.
I felt my heart pound as he quickly stood up and looked down at me.
I just sat there with my hands on my knees, slowly raising my head to look at his figure. He is obviously taller, bigger and much stronger than I was.

I felt so weak and small compared to him.

He pulled me up by my arm roughly and made me face him.

"What?", he asked with a dead serious tone.

He waited for a reply.

I stuttered trying to get the words out of my mouth.

"I..I..was wondering i-if y-you wanted..m...."

I said almost panicking.

He looked at me with so much hate.

I felt sick to my stomach, so I looked away not wanting to face him.

He grabbed my nightdress and spoke in an even more aggressive tone:

"Speak"

It sounded almost like a threat.

Threatening to hurt me if I asked him a stupid question.

"I...w-wanted to ask i-if you..w-wanted me t-to run you...a...bath...", I reply slightly shaking.

His gaze on me got even worse and he clutched my arm tighter.

"You know what your job is. I'm not required to teach you these things. Don't bother asking me stupid questions again, unless you want that pretty skull of yours torn apart".

He basically spat at me before letting me go, making me fall back down on the couch before walking away and closing the bedroom door behind him.

I just sat there trying to process everything.

My heart hurt so much.

Much more than I thought and I couldn't take it anymore.

The anxiety, the trauma, the panic attacks. It was all too much for one person to bare by themself.

It hurts...

It hurts...

It hurts so bad, I just want it to end...even if it meant drowning in the pain of it...