Memory

Chapter 1

Jennifer P.O.V
"So you truly believe your life would be perfect without me? That you would have any meaning without me. You need me in your life, and you know it because without me, you wouldn't have this lavish life style that I have given you, all of these designer clothes, shoes, pieces of jewelry, and purses for you, but yet it's somehow still not enough!".

"Nicolas, I-."

"Don't," he raised a hand, cutting me off. "I don't want to hear it. You say I don't love you, but I have sat here and tried for so long to make you love me, to make you forget all about ***** and ********, but it's like a piece of them was always in your heart, leaving me completely out"!

I was taken aback by how, even though he treated me horribly for years, somehow, I'm the one to blame for this.

How am I the bad guy for wanting to leave him to finally achieve the freedom I've yearned for since the day the abuse started, the freedom everyone says I deserve.

All I want is happiness and peace, but the only thing blocking me from that is this man I formerly called a husband.

Nicolas was not about to keep blocking anything I desired anymore.

Before speaking again, I took a deep breath, preparing to say everything I'd kept in for far too long.

"I honestly wish I knew what was going on inside that demented head of yours for you to even think for a split second that materials are a way to keep me in this relationship or to keep me in the dark, preventing me from finally finding out the truth about all of your damn lies." I spat out, feeling the anger boil up inside me.

Besides, I know that the sole reason why he bought me anything was just to flaunt it in front of his friends, bragging about how he's such an "amazing" and "loving" husband.

"What do you mean my damn lies? When have I lied".

"Are you seriously going to act dumb right now?" I huff rolling my eyes while crossing my arms. "So you mean all that stuff you told me wasn't you lying, the things you stood there and tricked me into believing wasn't a lie?" I questioned, sending him an annoyed glare.

"Tricked you?" he said with confusion, walking over to the kitchen island to lie against it. "All I did was twist some things around that I told you, and you were just dumb enough to believe it, It's not my fault you can't tell the difference between the truth and a lie," he shrugged, looking away.

"That's the definition of tricking somebody, you lie or mix some things up to make the believe you, and you continue from there!" I furiously shout, stomping towards him.

"Along with the trickery, you ******** me, abused me emotionally and physically, but yet you somehow think I could ever love a bastard like you!".

I panted heavily, trying to regain my breath.

I may have been out of breath and felt a slight headache coming on, but it felt exhilarating to finally stand up to him. It felt like I'd finally gotten rid of this weight off my shoulders that I didn't even realize I had until now.

Once I caught my breath, I said this next, hoping to make myself clear to Nicolas.

"I refuse to take any more bullshit from you and believe a single one of your treacherous lies again, so with that being said, I will be leaving you, and I don't ever want to speak nor see you again."

The room became sinisterly quiet, and the little hope inside me wished he had finally realized we were done.

That hope dies in an instant.

Nicolas started laughing like a crazed maniac, which was beginning to frighten me.

To make matters worse, he was laughing while slowly facing his attention back towards me, causing my whole body to freeze.

Shit.

He swiftly placed his hand on the back of my head, grabbing a fist full of my hair and yanking me to where I lost my balance, falling to my knees.

I deeply regretted freezing up because I wouldn't be in this position now if I didn't, but how he looked at me made me do it.

The look in his eyes wasn't anger or resentment. It was the look of a disturbed being who's lost touch with reality.

Nicolas then knelt, slowly easing his face in, getting closer and closer to mine, whispering in my ear.

"I don't know who you think you're talking to like that, but I'm going to need it to stop before I do something I won't regret because if you think those other times were bad, wait until you find out what happens if you open that disrespectful mouth of yours again."

What does he mean by that? He hurt me so badly the other times that I ended up in the hospital. How much worse could it possibly get than that.....?

Oh.My.God.

"You're going to kill me ," I accidentally said out loud, seeing a vast smirk grow on his face.

"You know, you're clever at times, Jennifer," he complimented, releasing my hair.

A sigh of relief left my lips, feeling his iron grip no longer have a hold on me, but I didn't dare face him again after what had just happened. I'm too worried I'll freeze up again, allowing him to harm me.

While my head was pointed to the ground, I heard his footsteps come closer and closer, until soon enough I saw him walk past me.

For a moment, it was nothing but pure silence filling the room, but then, I heard the cabinet doors open and close, wondering what he was getting from there.

"See", he pauses "other times, I was trying to go easy on you because you're my wife, and I love you".

"But," he paused, as I heard a clicking noise, automatically letting me know what he had in his possession.

"Since I'm such a horrible, disgusting person in your eyes, you'll be a pet in mine, and you do know what happens to a pet that disobey their owner one too many times, right?".

"W-What," I responded, dragging my trembling body as far away as possible.

I then stood up and attempted to run towards the front door, but he instantly kicked me in my back, which resulted in me screaming in agonizing pain, and falling flat on my stomach.

Grabbing my shoulder, he flipped me over to where I was now lying on my back, facing him once again.

"You didn't answer my question, Jennifer!" Nicolas pointed out, clearly frustrated.

Pointing the gun to my chest, he glared me down, still awaiting for my answer.

"Jennifer!".

"I don't know!" I cried, feeling utter terror.

He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, showing clear signs of disappointment.

Crouching down, he traced the gun from my chest to my stomach, placing his finger on the trigger.

"Well, to answer your question, a pet like yourself get's put down," he answered as a creepy smiled grew on his face.

"WAIT NICOLAS-."