Hexed Together - Darmonica

Chapter 8

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Tw:
Alcohol
Domestic Abuse
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Darcy Pov:

I wake up in an empty field, and after the tiredness leaves my body, I realize that I'm really far from home! My husband is probably expecting me to be home by now, so I head towards the distant neighborhood. As I finally reach it, I burst into a run so I'd get home as soon as I could.

I burst into the door, trying to catch my breath when I see my husband's towering form over me. I cower as I look up at the man looking down at me.

"Where were you!" He shouts accusatorially.

"I'm sorry! I don't know how! I just woke up in a field away from town!" I explain fearfully.

"Were you drinking my beer last night? All of my beer is missing! You shouldn't be drinking beer anyway, beer is for men! You should have wine instead!"

"But you never buy me any! I can never get any because you refuse to give me anything I want!"

*slap*

"You're goddamn right I don't buy you that shit! You'd cheat on me the moment you had the excuse of being drunk!"

I tear up at the burning sensation on my cheek. He slapped me pretty hard. I attempt to stay calm, but I can't. I start going batshit crazy, trying to reach any part of his body that I can! He deserves all the pain, due to all the pain he inflicts on me!

Once he's on the ground, unconscious, I finally remove myself from him, and grab my emergency bag. I must've torn my arm at some point recently, because it hurts to carry the heavy bag. I push through the pain however, and sit on the sidewalk a few blocks away. Hopefully he won't find me. Hopefully he never does.

I begin pulling a sleeping bag out of the bag, but before I do, I hear someone's voice behind me. I flinch, thinking that it's my now ex-husband. But the voice sounds more feminine. I turn around, and am met by a woman about my age with dark skin and amazingly done hair.

"Did you hear me?" She asks.

"No, I'm sorry. I was lost in my own thoughts."

"That's alright! Do you want to stay the night with me? I have more than enough space, and you clearly need somewhere to live."

"Yeah. That'll be great." I say in response. She holds her hand out towards me to help me up, but I involuntarily flinch again. I'm not sure if she noticed it, and if I want her to notice or not. She may be able to help me, but I'm afraid she'll kick me out if she discovers my secret.