POISONOUS LOVE

ONE

It was not like everyone dreamed it would be.. At first all was well but then again what do you expect a naive girl to say?...... At first I didn't say anything I wanted him to be happy I mean wasn't that one of the number of reasons some wives wish for? But then it got worst.. I started questioning myself wasn't I enough? Why did you claim me if all you wanted was to see me bleed when you make me bleed? I would never call myself common. No. I was one of those who you would have to stop and take a second look at I was a rare gem.

My eyes would change color from its frosty grey to honey green and then back to a dull grey. But I doubt he knows that. What he wanted was a trophy wife a trophy to make him a man. One no one would dear try to retreive from him and if they did try they would spend their lives paying for it. A bit over the top don't you think? That's what thought but I was the one who played no role in that action I  would spend the rest of the month painted with my blood and the only think that cross my mind is the pain the endless pain I have to feel for what? Because someone else view me differently from my husband.

I remember, I remember the first time a guy tried talking to me. I remember smiling cause of course he was funny. Imagine a boxer body guy cussing you out about you just spill his ice cream his favorite ice flavore now he is being serious here but for the life of you the only thing you can do is laugh your arse off. Why? Because his face is now cover with ice cream completely cover.

He notice I was dying with laughter and asked why the hell am I giggle my arse off?

When he got his answer about his face believe me I have never seen someone that red before. He was no longer arguing about his ice cream no he was then an embarrassed soul. I felt sad.

He was like
"Oh"...
Then
"Ummm well you......"

He then turn into a stammering mess but he was so darn cute. I then remembered I had a pack of lullabye baby wipes in my hand bag so I gave him a few to clean off the mess I caused.

I took the time to really look at him he was a handsome fella with his red hair in fine curls they bounce with life and when the sun hits it, it has a healthy shine, his eyes were grey like mine but they had this glow in them that I don't have in mine which I wish for one day.

I felt bad right away for laughing at him earlier so I guilt tripped him to let me purchase four pack of his favorite ice cream. He finally agreed but mentioned that if someone by the mane of Nicholas mess with his ice cream what he will do.

I think that day was the longest I ever laught since the accident since I lost him. But I never knew we were being watch I was stupid to think that moment would last. Yeah stupid me thinking I could get a brake. Not knowing what awaits me back at my prison.

But I still remember  his name along with his friend's name I can only remember his friend's first was or is Nicholas for the life of me I can't remember his last name because the next second I was hit from behind the back of my head and the very second that happen red curls was being pulled away. While I was thrown over my attacker shoulder That's the last think I remember red head made me laugh for 20minute he made me happy and That's the last time I laugh since then.

Reality don't like me much it likes to slap me here and there when it's ready to me it feels like all the time.

Cause i woke up to the burning iron flashing ice cold pain my ears ringing high pitch.
I remember my screams I remembered begging for it to stop for the person responsible for causing me this pain.

But once again foolish of me to beg helpless words leaves mouth cause they fell on deft ears cause the one causing the pain should have being the one preventing it a human should never cause this pain to anyone.

The sick shit who is on the giving end is no other than my wonderful husband my dear husband Christopher knight sick fuck.

This man here standing infornt of me laughing because of my pain he is responsible for my pains my blood. I learn either through him physically hurting or emotionally hurting betrayal  burns bright as the fire that burns in me. I want him gone. His flings I was the trophy wife to public but a maid and a victim behind the doors of my prison.

A beauty to behold in the eyes of a stranger who know nothing of its deceit of its ugly truth these walls hold. Ciline Dion was right if wall could talk but these wall wouldn't being say they love me more that I know for a fact.

I see lots of mistress come and go some with respect they never come back I believe Christopher is the cause of that he don't want no one talking to me. The bitches though they always come back those the gutter rats came back they do come back a lot too.

At nights I lay in my bed like tonight I can hear them loud and clear. But my tears are never present no I don't cry I pray cause I know in my heart and soul I will one day be the one feeding Christopher his own poison and I will enjoy him choking on it just like he enjoys when someone gags on his dick.

But for now I will wait I will be patiently waiting for the moment for the one who last cause me to laugh my red head best friend.

Lanzoe.... Lanzoe Hale.