Es ist in Ordnung

Where It All Started

  2010: Denver, Colorado

  It was a dark and stormy night, the wind howling at the door, almost begging to be let in. Though it was late, two people were still up. One was a woman, with long golden hair and eyes that were mixed with blue and green, the other person was male, with short brown hair that looked almost red in natural light, and brown eyes so dark that they looked almost black. Crying in pain as the man she thought she loved hit her repeatedly. Every little noise resulted in another hit; any sign of weakness would result in another jab in the gut. It went on and on like that, until the woman could shed no more tears. The monster of a man finally left her, leaving her in her wounded state. Not able to take it any longer, she crawled over to her bag that she was forced to drop when he came after her. Fishing out her phone, she called 911. The police were on their way. Now she just had to hold on a little longer. She hoped, for her unborn child's sake, that he would leave her alone. After what felt like hours, she could hear sirens.

  CRACK

  That was the vase on the kitchen table. She knew he heard the sirens, and he was angry. But he also knew that if it was not her who called the police, then he could play innocent, he could pretend that she hurt herself. But if it was her, he was dead meat. Heading over to the living room, he quickly climbed the stairs so he could change his clothes.

  SMASH

  The front door was broken in. The police were here. Rushing down the stairs as if he did not know what happened, he walked in on the police asking where he was.

  'Shit, she called them'

  "Sir, please put your hands above your head and get down on the ground." Slowly he put his hands up and crouched on to the ground.

  Knowing he could play innocent no longer, he let them cuff him and pulled him to the police car.

  "You will regret this! You know you cannot live here any longer! You will come running back to me as soon as I am out! You know you will!" He yelled over his shoulder. The crying he heard told him that she heard him. Smirking, he watched as the house grew smaller and smaller. Knowing he would not get out soon, he would wait patiently and bid this time that was so kindly gifted to him. All he had to do was wait.