Sweet Escape

The struggle

(His Point of View)

I exit my office,hurrying to the elevator to get home,my wife is expecting me and I don't plan on keeping her waiting.Seven years we've been married,I love her to death.All the guys at work are jealous,telling me she's a keeper,they've also mentioned they don't see her as much anymore,I simply tell them she is a stay at home gal,she is busy keeping the house in order while i'm working away!I really do love her!

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(Her point of view)

I'm stuck.There is no escape.I'm rotting on this cold cement floor,my wrists bloody and raw from these cuffs,a pool of my coughed up blood a few inches away from my leg.I lay back against the wall,something he has told me I am not allowed to do.I remember when he loved me.He think's this is love,the bruises,the cuts,the chains.I wish I could just reach one of the many tools he uses to scar my body with,and end it myself.The sweet feeling of escape as the blood pours from my neck,no longer being hurt by him.Tears rush down my cheeks as they clean up most of the dried,crusty blood.I hear the front door open,quickly standing up,my legs feel weak as he walks down,my legs give out.

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(His Point of View)

I pull into the driveway,waving to my neighbor as I exit my car.He is an okay guy.I just wish he would stay at of my damn business and stop worrying about my wife.He approach's me,holding a rake."Hey Phil!How is Carly doing?I haven't seen her in...well it seems like months!"He plasters on a fake cheesy smile,one that makes me want to knock his bright pearly teeth out."Carly is doing fine.You see...She is going through rough times...She had a miscarriage back awhile go...She isn't taking it well..."He shakes his head,his smile turning into that dumb frown of his."That's a shame...Well I outta let you get back to her!"He heads home,As I enter the house,rolling my eyes in frustration."Dumb fuck...He needs to back off..."I quickly set down my case,locking the doors as I head down the stairs,a bright grin on my face."Baby!I'm home!"I get to the basement just in time to see her fall down,I shake my head helping her up."Sweetie are you alright,I place a hand on her cheek,embracing her.

(Her Point of View)

I watch as that sadistic grin of his turns into a crazy,malicious smile as he approaches me,he yanks me up by the hair,striking me with his fore hand,roughly groping me as he does so."You stupid bitch...How dare you fall in my presence..."I look up at him wearily,the tears stinging my bloodshot eyes.He looks as if he cared for a moment,loosening his grip only to shove me down,landing in my own bloody pool.He leans over whispering into my ear."You've gotten your clothes all dirty sweetie...Let's get you cleaned up..."He grabs the leash,slipping it on my collar as he pulls me around like a dumb dog.

(His Point of view)

My poor wife had slipped and fell into a mess she had made,I felt so bad I just had to help her,I gently tug on her arm,helping her upstairs as we enter the bathroom,I help her undress,running the water for her I assist her in entering the bath preventing more accidents,she begins lightly crying as I begin washing her hair."Oh sweetie it's alright...It's just a little boo boo..."I stand her up,cleaning her off with the shower hose,she loves it when I help her out.

(Her point of view)
He shoves me into the bathroom,sliding my clothes off with what seemed as one clear swipe.I am pushed into the bathtub as he begins filling the bath tub,I lightly shake,my heart racing like usual.As it fills he turns on the shower head,grabbing it as the water rushes into my body,I feel at ease as it washes away the blood,I remember when I was able to do this on my own,comfortably.He directs the water towards my face pushing it closer as I gasp for air,shaking and struggling.He stops,roughly turning me as he runs the water through my hair,I begin crying,heavily breathing.He whispers in a calm soothing tone,I block him out like usual.He turns off the water throwing the shower head at me as he stands up."I'll go get you something nice to wear."He leaves the bathroom,I have the urge to run,escape but I just sit there,looking down at my bruised legs soaking in the bloody water.My breath is shaking as I let out a small sigh.What is my husband anymore...