Chenford Story

8

Lucy's POV

He had seen. Tim had seen the cuts. At least he hadn't seen the bruises. Then Emmet would probably be dead and Tim would be in jail.

But I had told him to leave..... I swore at him. Never have I sworn in the presence Tim Bradford.... Let alone at him.

I knew that I would be in trouble. The second I spoke to Tim Bradford again, he would kill me.

I went into the ensuite, walking past Emmet who was in the bedroom. "Hey wife!" He was shouting. That was rarely ever a good sign. I walked towards him slowly. "Hi Emmet, what do you need?"
"I want you to quit you job, I don't think being an officer is 'for you'"
"Oh...." He was my husband, what was I meant to say, no?! "If you don't think it's a good fit?" "No babe, you suck at it"
"Oh, ok.... I'll draft a registration letter later."
"Oh also babe, we're moving into your parents basement next week."

Shit. My parents. I hated them. Probably more than Tim hated me right now. They had abused, starved and ignored me my entire childhood. I did not want to move in with them. It was bad enough they were at my wedding. Now I would be with them....... forever. I.......I...........I didn't............I didn't want to move in with them.......
That realisation stuck.

I needed to say no. "Um Emmet...... I don't want to move in with them."
He stood up. "What did you say to me?!"
I was more timid now, my head was bowed "I don't want to move in with my parents" Emmet picked up a knife from the kitchen "what did you say to me you little bitch?!"
I shrunk into myself "n-nothing Emmet"
"That's what I thought" still he grazed the blade down my arm, drawing blood.
Everything clicked.

Emmet wasn't going to change. I was trapped. But who would believe me. I self harmed, anyone could say that that was the cause of all of the injuries. Emmet was a well respected paramedic, saved hundreds of lives..... No one would believe me.