Dangerous Desires [ Original 18+ ] ON HOLD

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The walk home from the gallery was pleasant. The sun was still shining, the birds were still singing their songs in the trees, and my feet felt warm against the concrete. My day had been an overall success. The only thing I was dreading now, was returning home. A part of me hoped Scott wouldn't be there, that he would've already headed out to start his day. I knew for a fact that he had to be at work by three, and it was already twenty minutes to four. With it being as late as it was, I had no doubt in my mind that Scott shouldn't be home. The ten minutes that it took for me to walk here nearly doubled on my way back. I took time to take in my surroundings, enjoying the world around me before I returned home to remain in solitude during Scott's  absence. 

It wasn't uncommon for me to spend all day locked up in our home. When he was gone was the only time I ever really had for myself. It was the only time that I could paint, read, do whatever it was that I wanted to do. Subconsciously I twirled my engagement ring around my finger as I hummed to myself, skipping over the cracks in the pavement as I went. Hopefully, today would turn out better than yesterday did. The vision of Scott jerking me around by my jaw flashed in front of me, causing my stomach to twist into knots. 

Scott had done far worse to me in the past. The worst event that had taken place between us ended with a busted nose, bruised ribs, and a blackened eye. I didn't leave the house after that for months. Though I'd like to blame it on the fact he was intoxicated, on that particular day he hadn't drank a single drop. I couldn't really remember what I had done that had enraged him so much. Whatever it was, however, he hadn't been afraid to show how he felt in sporadic fits of rage. I think it was all because I forgot something he had asked me to grab for him on the way home, or maybe it was because I'd said something slick beneath my breath at one of his family gatherings. Honestly, I couldn't remember.

As my feet continued dragging me forward down the sidewalk, I couldn't help but watch as my toes flattened against the concrete with a gentle tap. Whatever the rest of my day would consist of was a surprise waiting to happen. Maybe when I got home, I'd do something creative, or maybe I'd just take a well-deserved nap. Meeting over a hundred people in one day who were seemingly obsessed with my artistic abilities was incredibly exhausting. I guess you could say I was an introvert. I found comfort in my solitude most days, though I always wished to have a friend nearby. Someone I could talk to without any judgement seeing that I couldn't find that with Scott. Speaking to him was like walking on glass. One wrong word, one wrong step, and his entire demeanor would change.

I was no longer allowed to talk about the things I enjoyed. I was only allowed to talk about things that he enjoyed. His drinking, his job, his plans for the future, which seemed to barely involve me. Which always made me wonder, why had he proposed to me in the first place if he didn't see a solid future with both of us in it? In all honesty, our entire relationship was confusing, heartbreaking, and draining to a degree words couldn't even explain. But still, a part of me loved him, or loved who he used to be when we first met. 

Never had I met a kinder soul. He was a gentleman, holding doors open for me, pulling out my chair for me to sit in, washing my hair in the shower, whispering sweet nothings into my ears. That was the man I had fallen in love with. The kind, gentle man that disappeared quickly after our engagement was announced. Every day I tried to figure out what happened between us to make him become so cold, so mean. Scott wasn't one to really open up about his private life, and a part of me couldn't get over how much more closed-off he had become.

Maybe it was the death of his mother that changed him into an evil man. She died shortly after we announced our engagement, and ever since then, he's been a completely different person. Scott's mother was probably the most kind, considerate woman I had ever met, next to my own mother. She had raised her three children all by herself after her husband died from a heart attack. Scott was the oldest, then there was his younger brother Ben, and his sister Grace. I had only met them a handful of times, and I never really had a chance to get close to them. It didn't seem like Scott wanted me to either. The death of both his parents could've been a trigger for his personality to flip into what it is today.