Serpent scars

Chapter 2

(Medium TW on this)

Her alarm woke her up at 6 AM. She soon realised the reality of today, she would have to go into work whist nursing a hangover. This was not fun. Her head was spinning, shooting her with all sorts of sharp pains, her stomach was queasy and she felt like she was going to faint. Despite all this, she slipped into her usual black long sleeve top matched with black silk trousers. She wore this everyday to work, her signature outfit. Siobhan applied her makeup and gave herself a smoky eye, she also made an effort to cover up her bruises. Her skin so pale she had to craft a full face of makeup. She also used her hair straightener Roger had bought for her. She looked immaculate and she knew it, everyone did. But she never felt it.

Once her look was complete, she made her way into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. She pulled open one of the cupboards to reveal a bag of bread. Siobhan then slipped a few slices into the toaster and poured two glasses of fresh orange juice. She then sat down onto a wooden chair and waited for his lordship. "Morning, Siobhan." Said a deep tired voice. The woman had accidentally fallen asleep at the table, luckily Roger's tone awakened her. She cleared her throat before replying. "Morning, Roger." He then sat facing the woman, her body so limp like a lifeless soul with just a beating heart. Breakfast was always awkward between the pair, not for Roger though, he probably enjoyed making the woman uncomfortable. "So I was thinking." Started Roger. "Mhm." Siobhan hummed back with a forced smile. "I think it would be good for you to leave work a little earlier. A nice little break for you. I wouldn't want you worrying your little head of yours, besides look at what happened yesterday, we wouldn't want you forgetting your place now, would we? Roger finished calmy, too calmly. Siobhan shook her head before answering. "But Roger you know I like work-" She was then cut off by the man standing up and slamming his fist hard on the table. "No, Siobhan! I know what's best for you! You need to spend more time at home away from people, I'm not sure where all this nonsense is coming from but I'm sick of it! We will discuss this further another day." The man yelled angrily before sitting himself down again resuming to a calm demeanour.

"Yes, Roger." The woman replied defeated. "Good." He finished. The toast was now cold and the orange juice was warm, not how the pair preferred their meals. Of course this pissed Roger off more. Once the 'happy' couple had finished up their food they exited towards Roger's car. It was an ebony black tesla, one of the many vehicles displayed in the drive way. Although Roger had gifted her many cars, they never felt like hers. He would drive her everywhere and he would always want to take his car. Siobhan also never got to pick out these luxury gifts so it was always at Roger's choosing. She sat in the passenger seat next to him. The radio was blasting some old  songs from the 60s. 'How could someone who only cares for themself listen to these songs talking about love. He isn't even capable of the emotion!' She thought, but after convinced herself she was being too harsh and that Roger did love her and only wanted what was best for her. That was a lie.

What really annoyed Siobhan was when Roger started smoking in the car. It was a tight, enclosed airspace where he took pride in taking long drags of the cigar. She never spoke up about it but the smoke she was inhaling was chocking her. Her airways felt suffocated so she rolled down a window and stuck her head outside to gasp for fresh air.

After a 15 minute drive the pair had arrived at one of nurseries Roger owned. Roger made sure to kiss her on the cheek before she left, he liked establishing his dominance over her. It wasn't a gesture of love, Siobhan loaved it. "Morning, Siobhan." Greeted a grumpy Marjorie after realising her spare was Siobhan. "Marjorie." Siobhan replied in a huff. The two woman sat in silence at their desks filling in mountains of paperwork for the children, when Siobhan stopped suddenly and took a deep inhale with her eyes sealed. She had spotted a child's form that had the name Roger written on it, causing her to have flashbacks of the night before. She must had gotten so drunk that she had forgotten all about the hell of a night she had. Her mind remined her of everything including the child Roger wanted. That's why he said he wanted her to leave work earlier, he wanted her on maternity leave earlier. This did not go unnoticed by the nosy manager. "Everything alright Siobhan?" Questioned the clueless Marjorie. "Yes." Siobhan muttered between hyperventilating and panicking. "Are you quite sure?" The brunette asked once more. "YES MARJORIE!" Snapped the poked bear. Siobhan than ran outside the office into the bathroom.