Can't Escape 3

Two

"You're back early," she said, smiling a little, trying her best to make him feel welcomed.

He looked at her, noticing the same clothes she had worn that morning, now stained with blood. His nose slightly scrunched as he walked towards the closet.

"Clean yourself and the damn room," he said, his voice stern. She glanced around the room again; he cared more about the state of the room than her own well-being. Without uttering a single word, she walked towards the closet where he was undressing. Keeping her head down, she moved to her side of the closet, picking out a comfortable outfit, trying her best not to intrude on the stern wall he had built around himself.

She changed into a clean set of clothes and walked back into the room, starting to clean up the mess, ignoring the unbearable pain that surged through her.

As she scrubbed the floor, the scent of bleach filled her nostrils, masking the metallic smell of blood. Her movements were slow and deliberate, each one sending waves of agony through her body. Yet, she kept going, driven by a need to avoid his wrath.

From the corner of her eye, she could see him lounging on the bed, flipping through his phone as if nothing was amiss. The sight of him, so indifferent to her suffering, made her stomach churn. But she knew better than to show any sign of weakness. Any hint of defiance could trigger another outburst.

She finished cleaning the room and stood up, her legs trembling from the effort. She stole a glance at him, hoping for some acknowledgment, some sign that he noticed her pain. But his eyes remained fixed on the screen, his face devoid of emotion.

Silently, she retreated to the bathroom to wash the blood from her hands. The cold water stung her wounds, but she welcomed the sensation. It was a reminder that she was still alive, still capable of feeling something other than fear and despair.

As she stared at her reflection in the mirror, she tried to find a trace of the person she used to be. She remembered the day she had married him, the promises of love and happiness. How had it all gone so wrong? The charming, loving husband the world saw was so different from the man who now caused her so much pain.

She stepped out of the bathroom, her resolve hardening. She needed to keep up appearances, to maintain the facade that everything was normal. She couldn't let anyone see the cracks in her life; it was too dangerous. The days ahead would be difficult, but she had to endure them.

As she re-entered the bedroom, she found him still engrossed in his phone. She moved quietly, careful not to draw his attention. Her mind raced with thoughts of survival, of small steps she could take to manage her situation. Each day, she would gather her strength, piece by piece.

That night, as she lay in bed beside him, she wondered how he could be so different behind closed doors. His public persona was flawless, a perfect husband in the eyes of everyone else. She wished she could understand him, understand why he treated her this way, but the answers eluded her.

In the darkness, she tried to calm her racing thoughts. She had to stay strong, if not for herself, then for the hope that one day things might change. Maybe he would change, or maybe she would find a way to endure without losing herself completely.

With that thought, she closed her eyes, trying her best to drift into a restless sleep, but the uncertainty of her future weighing heavily on her mind couldn't let her. She slightly flinched as she could feel his hand sneaking around her waist, pulling her close to him.

"Does your hand hurt?"
His drowsy voice asked. His voice couldn't reflect any concern like she wish he had intended but rather it was a question to make sure she could take another set of his wrath the following morning.

"It hurts a lot."
She whispered, as tears slid from her eyes to her cheeks. Her voice hung heavy as she tried her best to sound normal.

"You shouldn't have broken the rule, but here we are. It was your fault babe."
He whispered, his hands holding her cheeks, observing the tears fall.

"Now stop crying, everything will be fine till morning."
He assured her, before drifting to sleep.

To be continued...
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