Being Married to Sal

Looking for him.

It's been 4 years since I was possessed. 4 years since I came back. 4 years since I had Emily. 4 years since I was pregnant with another child of Sal's, who was 3 now. His name was Dawson. He was the sweetest and looked so much like Sal. He has Sal's curls when Sal had them. He has Sal's body shape, and he even laughs like Sal. Emily's first word was mommy and Dawson's was Ja'crispy. Of all words. Sal found it funny and I just shook my head laughing. I miss the fun we had. Sal would've loved to see where they were now, but he went missing a few days after we first met. He's been missing for 3 years and I've never stopped looking for him.

I was never gonna stop looking for him. I felt so broken without him. He was my other half. I was not gonna live without him. Kerri has helped me and the cops. He went missing March 3rd, 2019 and it's now November 6th, 2021. Also known as Sal's birthday. He's 24 today. I was gonna find him today. Whatever it took. I would not stop. I left the kids with Kerri and went off to find him.

It then hit me. The only idiot who would do something to Sal is, Joe. That's when I saw Joe. "What the hell did you do with Sal?!" I screamed, slamming him into a wall. "Oh, you finally figured out that I took him? You are a slow bitch. Took 3 years." "Where is he?!" "Somewhere you'll never find him." I then heard banging on a door. It sounded like a trunk door. It was Joe's door. I ran to the car and Joe tried to grab me. I punched him in the balls and went to the driver's side to pop the trunk. I slammed the door shut and opened the trunk. "Sal!"

He was crying and grabbed onto me tightly. "Take me home!" He cried. I grabbed his legs and helped him out of the car. He quickly jumped on me and I quickly wrapped my arms around him so he wouldn't fall. I walked back to my car and opened the passenger door. I sat Sal down and he still didn't let go of me. "Sal as much as I love you and want to stay like this, we can't." He was still crying and I wiped his tears away. I never he was never gonna let go, so I lifted up the center console and crawled over Sal. He wrapped his arms around my waist and just laid on the seat.

Joe had to do something to hurt him. It had to make him scared the way he was acting right now. Then again he hasn't been home in 3 years. I quickly scanned over his body and saw he had holes in his clothes, he was skinnier than normal, and he had scars all over. I took his one hand off of me and held it. He put his other one on top and held my hand close. Joe had to lie to him about something. I sighed and drove home. When we got home I texted Kerri, telling her to take the kids out. She said okay and then I grabbed Sal around the waist and pulled him out.

He still had tears on his face and I frowned. I then saw everyone coming out of their houses. They knew Sal was missing, so I guess they were seeing that I had him. "You're okay baby. I have you safe and sound. You're home now. You'll be okay. He's not gonna come back. I'll make him pay for what he did to you." Sal looked at me and hugged me so tight I could barely breathe. "I missed you so much," he whispered. His voice sounded so hoarse. "I missed you too baby."

I felt him let go, finally and he took my hand. I smiled and he smiled back at me. I opened the door and pulled Sal upstairs to our room. "I'm gonna help you get clean. Don't even think about fighting me, Sal." He nodded slightly and shivered. I frowned and turned the heat up. I then started the water and made sure it was hot. "Take your clothes off and get in the water." He did as I said and I grabbed a rag. He flinched back when I went to stroke his face. "Sal I won't hurt you."

He slowly leaned into my touch and I kissed his forehead. I then started cleaning his back and I knew he hated it. I knew it stung and I felt really terrible, but the way he smelt, I knew he hasn't had a shower since he went missing. After I finished I grabbed a towel and wrapped him up. "I'm gonna let you get dressed and get the kids." "I don't want them to see me like this," he whispered, tearing up again. "Sal you can't hide from them." He sighed and I hugged him, "Everything will be fine."

He nodded and I went to get the kids, but first I grabbed the mail. I then saw Joe again and this time he had a gun and pointed it at Emily. "KERRI!" She looked and grabbed Emily. I went and tackled Joe and he pointed the gun at me. I then felt someone grab me and run. Sal. "Sal no! You could get killed!" "I'm doing this for you. I need you alive for the kids. You don't need me." "Sal I've been hell without you. I need you." He smiled and kissed me, "I love you," was the last thing he said.

I woke up, still in the car, and tried to slow down my heart. I could feel Sal staring at me and I quickly sat up. I then clung to Sal like there was no tomorrow. "What's wrong?" He asked concerned. "Joe killed you!" I cried. Sal hugged me tightly with one arm and whispered, "I'm okay. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." I kept crying and he held me tighter. I saw him pull into our driveway and take my face into his hands. "I'm. Not. Going. Anywhere. I. Promise."

I still cried and he rubbed my back. I could feel him breathing and I tried to steady my breathing with his. "I'm okay. I'm here." He kissed me and carried me inside. "Emily?" "She's with Kerri." "How is this gonna work?" "It will." "Sal bottled water is not holy water." He rolled his eyes and took me to the attic. "What are you doing?" "Just stay here. I'll be back." With that, he walked out and locked the door. I started breathing heavily and I felt sick.

I then heard Sal come back. He grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom. He took my hair and put it up into a ponytail. "Sal?" "I'm going to make you throw up, okay?" "What? Why?" "It's the only way to get this demon bitch out of you. I did it and I know you can." "Are you nuts? I'm not shoving my fucking hand down my throat and making myself throw up." "If you don't I will." "That's even worse." "Then do it." I grimaced and took 2 of my fingers down my throat.

I felt the bile start to come up and pressed my fingers deeper. I started coughing and quickly threw up. Sal rubbed my back and slumped against the tub. "Do it again." "What?" "Do it again. It took me like 10 times and I know that thing isn't out of you." I sighed and did it again. This time I felt something really unpleasant come up. I started coughing a lot and I literally was about to pound my chest, but Sal grabbed my hand. "Let it come up on its own."

After like 15 minutes the demon finally came the fuck up. After that, I coughed up blood and felt dizzy. I flushed the toilet and grabbed on to the tub to hold me up. Sal then carried me to our room and laid me down. He looked me deep in the eye and smiled. "They're brown again." I smiled slightly and then passed out.