Little miss not so perfect.

when the watercolors fade

It has almost been 6 months since Trent and I left my sorry excuse for a life. Ironically, I kept seeing my 3rd grade picture on the back of milk cartons. Obviously David didn't want anyone to recognize me. Since that picture was taken, I lost my baby fat and my braces came off. I've been getting blocked calls and when I answer them, I can just hear the ragged breath of a person on the other line.

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"Hey! Look at the news!" Trent screams out from the living room as I finish making the pancakes for Trent's little brother. I walk into the living room wiping the sticky syrup from my hands.

"BREAKING NEWS!!" I hear loudly from the TV. "The young girl, Kylie Jo Adams, has been missing for 6 months now. One of her friends gave a more updated picture of her. This is Kylie Adams. If you have seen her, please report to the local police." Then it went on to talk about how badly David wants me back home. He had the fake tears and everything. My mom was balling her yes out and staring into the camera as if she was telling me never to come home. I could see the little bruises peeking from under her long sleeved turtle neck.

As I noticed this I also recognized the way David was holding her. His arm around her in a seemingly comforting manor but I knew the truth. He has done it constantly to me when we have public events with his company. He takes his hand and puts it around your waist, then he digs her fingers into the spaces in your ribs. It hurts so bad so you don't even dare act out.

My anger grew increasingly as I watched my moms face contort into pain every once and a while as David shifts his body. I hastily picked up the phone and called 911. They answered "911. What's your emergency?"

"Hello yes. I am calling from 875 peach street California. I am concerned for my next door neighbor. There has been a lot of screaming and yelling in the recent week. It's been going on for years. Could you please send over a officer to see what's going on?" I made sure to call the California police department where we used to live.

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David's POV

"Get in here you pig!" I scream out in a drunken slur.

"Yes David." I hear from my left and I see the bitch standing there holding herself. I could tell she was still sore from my grasping her at that interview. I honestly felt bad for her.

"Come her." I said demandingly. But instead she cringed back and had a wave of fear wash over her face.

"Please?" Is all she croaked.

"Just come over here please." I said a lot softer. She slowly walked over to me and I grasped her and hugged her. This is not how it was supposed to be. She and I were supposed to be in love like every other couple. I don't know how it got to this point.

Her body was ridged and I could tell that she was uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry. I love you I just get angry sometimes baby. I'm so so sorry." I could feel the tears falling and I realized what I have done to my family. One of my daughters ran away and the other wont come out of her room.

"It's okay David. I forgive you." I hear from my wife and I grin happily.

Knock knock knock. I hear abruptly and I stand up to open the door with a smile at my wife.

I open the door and I see 3 police officer standing at the door.

"Can I help you officers?" I ask smiling politely.

"We got a call from a concerned neighbor saying there has been a lot of yelling and screaming recently and over the years. Can we come and take a look around?" They said and I felt all the happiness wash from me and anger replace it. I turn to look at Rachel and see the pure pain in her eyes. I notice her attire and realize she is only wearing a tank top and shorts. You can see every single bruise. Shit.

"Yes of course officers." I say uneasy. It's belantly obvious that I was hiding something.

"One of the officers looked behind me at Rachel and decided to push past me towards her. As he neared her she backed up in fear. He reached out and grabbed her in a hug.

While this happened I didn't realize the other two officers grabbing my hands and cuffing them. I finally was brought back into reality when I heard the fateful words,

"David Adams, you are under arrest for spousal abuse." And they took me to prison.

This isn't how it was supposed to happen.

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Hey guys! I'm sorry for how late this is. Hope this lives up to its expectations.