Fix me|| HS

Chapter Ten: Truth

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Violet

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"If I tell you," I begin to speak. "will you promise me you'll still see me the same?"

He nervously looked at me. "Promise."

My hands got clammy as I looked down to my lap. My blood started to get cold inside of me, an I got stiff by the feeling. Having to tell Harry my life feels as if I'm having to confess my sins to the Gods above me. I know that if people were to hear my story, they would think I'm a total psycho. Jeez they would think the devil shivers every time he looks at me.

I took a deep breath, and I relaxed my body, trying to take all the negative tension building up inside of me. Now I hope Harry doesn't think different of me, or worse; tells the police on me.

"Well, my life was perfectly normal growing up. Grew up with a mom and a dad and an older brother. I was living the life every human being would call a perfect life, until I turned eighteen. Everything changed a few weeks after my eighteenth birthday."

Flashback

"Listen to me young lady. This is not a choice you get to decide-- your mother and I have been talking and we think this is the best for you, and us."

My father kept on rambling about his stupid decisions in my fucking life. He kept on telling me how I have to marry this guy that's the son of a millionaire, which is also the CEO of a petroleum industry.

"I'm eighteen for the love of God dad!" I shout at him-- which is something I hardly ever do. "You don't get to tell me what to do anymore! I will marry whomever I want."

He looked at me with cold eyes as he took a step forward. My mom grabbed him by the arm as to stop him from doing anything stupid. His eyes kept on burning into mine as he cleared his throat to speak.

"As long as I'm breathing, I will always be your father, which means you will always have to obey what I tell you to do."

I narrowed my eyebrows, and I kept on staring at him with lacer eyes; giving him the same burning stare. I wanted to challenge him, try to make him change his mind, but then I saw something. His eyes became darker, and I felt as if I were to be looking straight at the devil.

I immediately looked down, giving him a sign I'm giving up. He won, there's nothing I can do anyways. "Okay. I'll marry him."

Present time

"You married him?" Harry asks with a shocked look in his face.

"Unfortunately yes. But it didn't get better as the days passed."

Flashback

"I made you dinner." I tiredly say as I put the plate of pasta in front of him.

"You have to do dinner, it's not your decision to make." He snaps at me.

My forced-to-marry-husband hasn't been what I thought he would be; he's actually worse. But I can't do anything about it, my parents insisted in me marrying him and staying with him.

He has just came from work, and took a shower before taking a seat in the dining room. I looked down to my hands as I was standing in the corner of the room, trying to see his expression of my food.

He finally looked up, and his facial expression soften. "Won't you eat dinner with me? You're my wife, and should enjoy every meal with her husband."

"Yes." I mumble.

"Speak up." He orders when he couldn't hear my response.

"I said yes." I say again, but I couldn't get enough power out of me so I could say it louder.

"Stop it with the fucking mumbling!" He shouts, banging his hand on the wooden table. I flinch, biting the inside of my cheek to prevent me from crying. But my eyes started to water, and it just took actions to itself.

He trows his plate of food on the floor, the pasta and the sauce fly all over the area around him. He stands up from his seat, and looks deadly in my eyes.

"Don't just stand there. Clean up this mess!" I nod before quickly running in the cleaning supplies closet.

I heard his heavy footsteps stomp up the staircase to go to his room-- or should I say ours because I can't sleep in my own room. Yesterday's dinner was worse than today's, he grabbed me by the arm and threw me against the wall.

As my mind started to run with thoughts of things he has done to me, I started to get angrier. I felt this heavy feeling in my chest that's even making it hard for me to breathe. I walked in the garage, and before I knew it I picked up the sledgehammer.

Present time

"When I got ahold of the sledgehammer, the doorbell then rang. I hid the heavy tool behind the long curtains before answering the door. It was my husband's father that came to cheek on us. He knew I was being abused by his son, but my parents didn't know that. Then everything that I never thought would happen, happened."

Harry was speechless, and looked at me in disbelief. "What happened?" He asks, unsure if he wants to know.

"I-I brutality murdered both of them with the sledgehammer." Tears poured out my eyes as I thought of the memory of having my hands and clothes covered in blood.

"No..." Harry murmurs as he looks down to his lap, almost uncomfortable looking as he covered his face in his hands.

"I then escaped and moved here to hide from all the police-"

"Get out."

"Harry-"

"Get out or I'll call the police!"
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So much started to happen, but this is just the tip of the iceberg of what will be in the future.

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P.S would you tell the police on Violet?
-WaleskaRomo