Healing through pain || shivian story

Chapter 1

These few chapters may be boring, it's just beginning to get to know the characters and their relationship. If you prefer quicker paced chapters I suggest you skip to half way down chapter 2! Enjoy!

The morning sun had risen on a clear August morning, the light shining through onto Siobhan sleeping soundlessly. As she rolls over to meet the beaming sun she smiles softly, it quickly faded at the sound of Roger's voice. It felt like a nightmare waking up daily next to him.

R: "morning my beautiful girl"

This always sent shivers don't Siobhan, she hated him, deep down she despised him, yet still stayed and loved him

S: "morning, the alarm didn't ring so we only have fourty-five minutes before the nursery opens "

She whispers as she stands up and stretches, her navy blue silk pyjamas lifting slightly revealing a part of her stomach. She slipped on her slippers and made her way to the bathroom.

She began brushing her teeth when she felt cold hands slip around her waist, Roger.

Siobhan sighed, she hated her body and the way he used it, she knew his games. She was not a morning person and began to say

S: "roger we don't have ti-"

She was cut off with a hard slap across her face, her hand began to curl around her cheek.

R: "what was that? No? You forget who is in control here but since we both woke up late I'll let it slide but don't ever take that tone with me again."
He hissed walking out of the bathroom

Siobhan rolled her eyes and began to undress herself, slipping out of the silky gown and into a soft black long sleeved top, tight fitting wrapping around her body seamlessly. Black flared trousers and black heels with a dark forest green bottom.

Siobhan was a tall slim lady, 5'7, she didn't need heels but she always felt like a powerless child compared to Roger, he dominated her, towering over her. The heels gave her confidence.

She began to brush her blonde sleek hair, framing her face perfectly. Siobhan took pride is her hair it was immaculate. Her makeup was flawless, smooth glossy base covering her freckles, thin eyeliner with a smokey eye, and a neutral lip to tie it all together.

As she walked down the stairs she thought herself about how she loved his house. Although she lived there, it wasn't really her home, she didn't belong with him, but with whom did she?

Roger lead Siobhan by her wrists as she was lead to his car, black shiny Maserati. She loved his cars and house more than him. As he drove he repeated the same thing he said everyday

R: "don't be late, don't leave the nursery I will pick you up"

Siobhan thought to herself, he just likes to spend time with me, but she knew it was because he craved control.
They arrived at the nursery and she stepped out of the car, walking into the nursery to be greeted by a cold nod acknowledging her from autumn.