Advantageous Wrongdoing

Advantageous Wrongdoing (1)

Rose and scotch

                  

"Rose, why do you have a bruise on your shoulder?" Pearl said with shock when helping me get my dress off. I paled for second and gulped down my fear and grabbed my shoulder.

"Oh, that? I slipped in my kitchen and fell down when mopping." I said with confidence looking at her, the shock expression still was there. "Why you so shocked?" I asked after a moment of silence.

"It just looks so painful, it's so red." She said looking at my arm with a sad expression then giving me my spare clothes that I slipped on shortly after.

"Oh, well no need to worry." I said with a smile. "I'm sure it'll heal in no time. But are you ready to go?" I continued. She nodded in response and we proceeded out of the club. It was a fun night with my best friend Pearl, I haven't seen her in forever. It's nice to be in contact with her once again in a year without her.

It was such a sad moment though. When she pulled up to my house, the fact that I have to say goodbye to Pearl and then have to go inside to see my husband. I stared out the window, "It was fun tonight, Rose. We'll have to do it again sometime." She finally said. I looked at her with a happy expression and said, "For sure! It was nice to see you again Pearl! I missed you." I said with a smile and leaned over and hugged her, she hugged me back. I got out of the car, I turned to give my friend a wave goodbye for the last time.

I then had my attention back on my house, I frowned. Charles is probably asleep, I have to be quiet. I walked up to my front door and unlocked it, then to open it slowly and quietly. I tip-toed threw my living room, before I proceeded to go upstairs to my bedroom, I saw a faded light. I turned around to see Charles sitting on the sofa, I looked at his hands to see a half empty bottle of scotch.

"I told you to be home by midnight." He finally said, I met with his eyes. He was angry and drunk.

"Yeah I know, sorry. Me and Pearl got held up at the club, you know; very crowded and such." I snickered, he didn't seem satisfied at all.

"Club?" He said placing down his shot glass. "Did you drink?" He asked. If I drank too much I would get in trouble. I looked at him and shook my head, then I was shot with guilt. I only had two glasses, that isn't bad, right?

"You know I don't like to be lied to, Rose." He said coming toward me. I looked at him with shock.

"I only had two glasses!" I finally said. I chapped my lips and looked to the ground.

"I don't like you lying to me, Rose. Also I don't like you drinking." He said. I nodded in response, my heart was beating fast and I was worried onto what will happen next. I looked up to him and to see a hand come down and slapped. I winced to the pain, it really hurt.

My husband hit me,

                Hello, I am Rose Brayleigh and I am victim of Domestic violence.  No knows that I am in such a painful situation, not even my best friend Pearl. My husband, Charles implants bruises on me often, I stopped counting. The sad thing is that I still love my husband and I can't escape this nightmare because it is interrupted with a dream; my children. I thought about leaving, I want to, I need to, but my situation will be worse considering my husband is a powerful man. He is the CEO of a start up company with tie of a multi million dollar investor. He will get me to come back at sometime or even force me to come back into his arms.

                It's never always been this bad. It started when after my children became the age to where they can read and that was the time he started his company plan. Everything was perfect, then he had a change of heart and I became... Fragile and delicate, this represented into violence and an advantage for him. My life completely changed that year and now I still experience this pain. Charles hates to loose and hates being lied to. I want to know why he changed so much and to why he does this to me, I have been a grateful and loyal wife since we represented our vows.

                "I am so sorry!" I cried, although keeping my voice down so he wouldn't get any angrier or wake up the kids. I truly was, if only I told the truth from the start, but I didn't, I'm so stupid. He looked at me, his clenched red shot eyes impaled fear into my body.

"Just go to bed... I have work to do." He demanded, then pointing up the stairs in the direction of our room. I did has he ordered. I went up stairs holding my cheek, where he slapped me. I put on my clothes and fell under the sheets. I cried for a moment then just to suck it up.

Charles hasn't came up and I looked at the clock, it was 2:00 A.M. I bet he's working late. I pulled out a book and started to read The Boy With The Striped Pajamas. This book was a sad one, it brought tears to my eyes every time I read it, I liked it that much. I read until it was 3:00 A.M then to see Charles come in, he groaned and plopped into bed right by me. I turned off the lamp and turned to my side and waiting for my aching body to finally shut down.

When trying to fall asleep, something wrapped around my waist. It was Charles arm, that feeling made me sad. Because he can't do this to me when he's awake, he use to. He use to do that when I would make breakfast. I would be cooking at the stove and I would feel his arms wrap around me and he would kiss my neck. The only time I got to experience such a thing is when he didn't know, when he was not awake to the world. I snickered my thoughts then remembering that I need to sleep. I did, goodnight world, please be a better day when the sun awakens.