Sweet Escape

Collected

(His point of view)
Only the finest for my elegant wife,I say to myself as I opened the Oakwood double doored closet.I scoot away some of my work Shirts,pulling out a lovely white dress.This was always her favorite dress.It holds many memories.I smile as I head down the stairs,peeking into the bathroom gently placing the dress on the counter,closing the door to allow her to change in privacy.Let's hope she dresses quickly.
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(Her point of view)
I quickly sit up as he swings the door open with some force,I wince from scratching some cuts on my back against the wall.He throws My wedding dress at me,I barely catch it,the beautiful platinum silky frills get stained blood red from the water,he mummers at me to get dressed quickly as he slams the door,shaking several things in the bathroom including me.I step out of the bath,hesitantly locking the door to stop or at least stall any unexpected surprises.I hold up the dress,my hands trembling as I run my nimble fingers over it.I don't start crying but heavily panting,as if all the oxygen was being stolen from my lungs.It hurt so much to think of how we used to be,as if it never even existed.All I remember and feel are 7 years of abuse.I slowly slip on the dress,exiting the bathroom.I see him on the couch holding a camera.The suck bastard.I spite him so.
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(His point of view)
She looks a little cranky as I sat on the couch readying the camera.I quickly turn that frown upside down,sitting back down without worries.I tell her to choose any pose she pleases,I was going to keep a new beautiful picture of my wife!After I took about three or four photos I escorted her back downstairs,sharing old memories with her...A mistake she made...But that was in the past and this is the present!She cried quite a bit.I'm sure she'll be fine.
(Her point of view)
After he saw me with the sour look on my face,I cringed as he hurried towards me,shoving me back as he pinned me to the wall.He stared at me intensely,the eye contact was horrifying.At my expense he doesn't begin striking me or throwing me around,he kisses me.I wanted to squirm and fight back but this is want I've been yearning this kind of love again for months,ever since he started this.His kisses were gentle and passionate,it made me swoon,but deep down I was sickened and still hated this man.He pulled away slowly,letting go of me."Now do as I say and fucking smile."I slowly nodded,still drugged from his kiss.After the pictures he put the leash back on me,tugging me down stairs,he stops on the fourth step,pointing to a dark corner."Remember Carly?Remember what you did?Remember how you started this?"I grip my chest,sobbing uncontrollably.I begin screaming."I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I begin pounding on his chest and smacking him,not getting a reaction until he grabs me by the neck tossing me as if I was nothing on to the basement floot,stomping upstairs as he slammed the door shut.I crawl over to that corner to a small shoe box,I gently place a hand on it,my tears tapping on the box.I gripped the lid,letting out a shaky breathe before I quickly throwing the lid across the room,staring down at them.There they laid,looking as if they were just peacefully sleeping.My poor twin babies.He had done this,it was all his fault,he suffocated them...While I was away at a relatives house.I knew he didn't want to have kids but to go this far and to torture the mother,for this long...I start to gently reach a hand towards one of their frail little hands.I hate myself even more when I look at them,I could have been there.My poor babies...