Alignments

Chapter 1

The couple moved in and out the house to put their things in the van. The house was practically empty except for a small recliner in the living room, a chair and a card table in the kitchen, and a twin bed in one of the bedrooms. "Come on, man. I'm ready to go." The man spoke to his wife.

"I'm coming." The wife took the box out to the van and rearranged everything so it could fit. Going back into the house, she walked around the two-story, one family house to ensure they have everything. Overlooking the master bedroom, she was happy to finally be leaving the broken down home to greener pastures.

After one last good look around the house, she knew everything that mattered had been packed up. "You ready?" The husband asked.

"More than ever." The couple left the house and hopped in the van with their car hooked to the back. Pulling away from the house, all they could do is smile as they passed all of the run down and abandoned homes. They passed liquor stores, old salons, drug houses and everything else that made this neighborhood horrible. They were finally free of it and were never looking back. They blasted music and ate snacks as they headed to the interstate that held the road to their new life. Who knew what it would be? Who knew what they would do? All they knew was, it was better than the life they had.

Back at the house, in the small recliner, the seven year old was still in the same spot that she was left with one small tear falling down her face.

"Fuck, yeah." The man yanked his wife's hair. "You feel so good."

"Thank you." The woman spoke.

"Shit, this is so good."

"Mmm yeah, baby." The woman rolled her eyes. She just looked at the headboard in front of her as her husband had the time of his life.
"Oh yeah." The man groaned out, unaware of his wife's true feelings at the moment. "Fuck, I'm almost there, baby." The wife said a silent 'thank you' in her head.

"Me too, baby." The man threw his head back.

"Ohhhh, fuck."

"Oh...ohhhhh yeah, mmmm." The woman faked it to her husband. He pulled out and laid next to her as he caught his breath. She sat on the side of the bed and grabbed her robe.

"Where you going?" She tied her robe as she stood from the bed.

"Just to the bathroom."

"Alright, then." He smacked her butt and she held back her disgust as she walked in the bathroom. She immediately did her aftercare routine.
Grabbing her douche, she rinsed her insides of her husband's semen. She refused to get pregnant by him. Once she finished that, she got in the shower and scrubbed her body like no tomorrow. She hated the feeling of him on her skin. He made her feel disgusted.

She sighed as she finally reached a point where she felt clean. Getting out, she set up a cleansing bath for herself. She definitely needed to relax. Dealing with her husband was no easy matter. Even though she didn't work, at the end of the day she always felt like she had worked all day. Maids, guards, butlers, a full staff and still she felt exhausted.

It was because of him. He stressed her out. He didn't give her a chance to rest. If he wasn't nagging her to do something or bending her over whatever object he felt like in that moment, he was dragging her places with him. She had everything she needed to be a woman of leisure, but what is leisure without peace?

She got in the tub and let the bubbles and water relax her. She loved her baths. Sometimes they were the only thing keeping her going throughout the day. She laid back against the tub and closed her eyes. Very often she gets a good nap while in here and that's what she was planning on doing. A nice peaceful...