Jayce demanded that I make him breakfast. I did because I am his wife. I am to be seen not heard. I make his favorite, pancakes with strawberries. I also made his coffee,black just the way he likes it.
"Jay,baby,you look handsome today."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"That you look good?"
"Bitch."
Unexpectedly,Jayce threw his coffee at me. I was stunned, it didn't even halfway make sense. I didn't even know what happened. Usually I know that I am annoying and a slut but this is something new.
I slowly peer around the corner looked for my husband.
"Babe?", I question quickly waiting for a bomb to explode. Nothing. There was nothing. No tv,no door,no phone,just nothing.
"Jay? Are you okay?",I ask in my normal voice. Still no response. I hesitate for something. If I bother him he will beat me. But,what if something is wrong? I would hate myself if something happened to him. What do I do? I think it over and decide to go in our bedroom.
"Do you want anything?", I ask when I see him on the bed. No response. I say it again. Still nothing. I walk over and shake him. No response. No movement. No heartbeat. No heartbeat. I call 911. Shit.
"Ma'am,I need to let go of him. We are here to help", a paramedic kindly says to me. I hesitate but I move.
"Your arm is burnt,what happened?", another paramedic asks.
"Nothing, it doesn't matter anymore",I whispered in a shakey voice before, I too collapsed to the ground. No movement.
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Dangerous Love
Teen FictionLauren Smith is the last person that you would assume is in an abusive relationship. She is powerful, assertive,and has a perfect husband. Well, from the outside at least. This is a story about vulnerability and strength. Disclaimer:I own none of th...
