Destroyed Wife

Fifteen

Fifteen

Chantel

I was frozen in my spot. Dumbstrucked,  staring at the pictures of me. It was me. It did not show my face but with the people who knew me would know that, that lady is me.

It was the day that I wanted to get drunk.  To be free for once and let go. But what I didn't know is the consequence that would happen after. I know it was a reckless move. But it's too late now.

"That's not me." I denied. I'm here now why not dig my grave deeper. Besides he's livid, he wouldn't accept any reasons and explanations. He had his mind closed now.

He scoffed. "Funny how you still deny it even if we know who that is. Well if you claim that that person is not you, who might that be?" His voice layered with ice. "Why would they send that to me?" He said slowly, devoid of emotion.

"I-I d-don't know". I stuttered out. All my courageousness flew out of my body. He had a dark glint in his eyes. His jaw clenched and his hands are curled into fists, trembling with rage.

"STOP LYING TO ME YOU STUPID SLUT. WHORE!" I flinched and cowered away from him only to be stopped when he pulled my wrist roughly to him. I hit the table between us but he ignored it and clenched his hand tighter to my wrist. Surely a bruise will form there.

"You are nothing but a filthy whore." He said darkly. He harshly drop my hand and storm out of the room and slam the door.

I sank to my knees, hugging myself. I can't stop myself from trembling.

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He came home drunk. It was five nights straight that he would stumble through the door drunk. But that's not the worst, because every time he would come home drunk, he would take his anger on me.

I was reading a book when I heard the roar of the engine, telling me he was home. I was still the loyal wife that would wait 'til he came home. As expected, he was stumbling as he came through the door. He was a mess, his shirt wrinkled and his hair's stuck in different directions.

I immediately go to support him. As always, he won't accept my help and is spewing garbage about me. Lashing out and yelling profanities. I become deaf to his words, it hurts so much, it's breaking me inside, but I learned to ignore it.

What I didn't expect him to do was to become violent. It started with a rough push that made me fall to the floor. Before I can regain, he was kicking me in every part of my body, all I can do was curl into a ball.

He was cursing me and beating me to no ends. All I can do is cry silently and wish that it would end soon. I tried stopping him, I tried yelling him to stop but all it did was worse beatings. I tried to stand up but a punch in my stomach had made me crumbled to the ground.

I blocked out for a second and almost lost my breathe. After what felt hours of him beating and yelling, I finally succumbed to darkness.

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