Second chance

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Prologue

I stood in my pitch black bed room. The only light shining in was the lighting from the storm that had started a half hour ago, around the same time my husband got home. How ironic I thought to myself. I hate to admit this but sometimes I wish I could be the lighting, if only for a day. Because if I were lighting then I would never be in pain, I would be the pain. I held my trembling hands on my stomach that had been gaining a bump over the past few weeks. I must be more stressed then usual. I heard heavy foot steps coming up the stairs and on instinct I hid against the darkest corner like a terrified child. Yes, that is exactly what I felt like. A helpless fragile little kid who only wanted to be loved. Why can't I be loved ? I curled up into a ball with my head buried in my legs as I rocked my self back and forth while humming to my favourit lullaby my mom used to sing me as a child; A candle burning. As I hummed its tune I could almost hear the lyrics playing in my head, blocking out the angry, hard footsteps.

Even in the darkest night, theres a candle burning. Theres a candle burning...

Even when you cant feel its light. Theres a candle burning, theres a candle burning...

Its burning just for you...its burning just for you....

Even in the coldest wind, theres a candle burning. Theres a candle burning...

Even if you fall down again. Theres a candle burning, theres a candle burning...

its burning just for you..its burning just for you...

Even in the hardest rain. theres a candle burning, theres a candle burning..

Even in your deepest pain. Theres a candle burning, a candle burning...

its burning just for you...its burning just for you...

As I finished the song tears slid down my face and I rocked harder. When ever i got scared of the boogyman she would sing me that lullaby to calm my nervs and rock me right back to sleep. When I married Sebastian I felt this song went well with how I felt, so I started humming it to myself when ever I got afraid. Sebastion is my real life boogyman. As the door flung open I jumped and for a moment I was frozen in place.

" Jolene," Sebastian slurred and I imagined him gripping his sharp filthy nails into the door frame for balance. He had been drinking whisky since hes been home, I bet he has had atleast 4 drinks by now. I placed my hands over my mouth to quiet my breathing." I know you're in here. Come on out baby I promise I won't hurt that pretty face of yours." Lighting shined in the room revealing me." Ah there you are." he sneered.

" Sebastian please don't...no more..." Just like every night I felt like I was begging for my life.

With out a response he grabbed my arm tightly and yanked me up. It felt like he was cutting off my circulation. He stroked my damp cheeke and instead of looking into my scared dark green eyes, he looked right pass me with his emotionless almost black eyes.

" God you are so pathetic...Just look at you. Why would anyone ever want to make you their wife. I did you a favor ! " That is his speech he gives me every single night. Every single night before he begins...

" I..I will change. I will change what ever you want me to change baby. Baby please I--"

" That's enough ! I'm sick of hearing your disgusting voice pleading for mercy."

" Baby plea--" he whipped his big hand across my face leaving behind a noticable hand print.

" I told you to shut up. Do you think I like hurting you ? Do you think I enjoy your fucking pain ?" I wanted to answer yes for both. But I knew it was best to keep quiet. It was only going to get worse." You are a bitch. I need to keep you in line." he threw me to the ground and I stayed there on my knees looking down. He starred at me in pity then kicked my abdomen and I layed on the ground. I felt like my air had been forced out of me and I couldn't breath. He didn't say a word as he kept kicking me in the same place, and when he got tired of that he used his fist to punch me. I tried to use my arms to cover my face but my small figure was no match for him. As I was getting abused I realized this is the worse he has ever done to me. I felt weak and every bone in my body felt broken. I tried to keep my eyes open but realized what's the point of living ? What's the point of living if I am always going to feel this type of pain ? So I let my eyes close and untensed my body.

The next thing I remember is waking up at a hospital.