The General Story of Marshel Jenkins.

That Night.

It was an average gloomy and rainy Saturday in the house that Rachel and Marshel had lived in ever since they were married. Marshel was from the UK, while Rachel was born here in the US. Marshel had been living in the United States since he was only a child. He still had an English accent to him, but you can tell he adapted a little to the American accent after living here for so long.

Marshel was sitting on the couch on his ass watching television while Rachel was in the kitchen washing dishes. He was unemployed, while Rachel worked at the local café. It was tough for Marshel to actually get a job.

The living room was dark and all you could hear was the rain outside from the slightly open window and the TV as well as the clattering of plates and the only light that was on was the one in the kitchen.

Rachel was quiet. He didn't really want to speak to Marshel most of the time. She knew that he would get angry with her if she did try though at least. Even if it was important. This time, Marshel was the one to speak. Of course she'd answer him.

"Rachel, could you get me a drink or whatever please?" He said almost sternly to her while she finished up.
"Sure." She said softly and wiped her wet hands on her skirt, then walking over to the fridge and abruptly before she could open it he spoke once again. "'Sure'? What do you mean by 'sure'?" He turned around and glared at her.

Rachel nearly panicked, "Sorry. I was just lost in my thoughts. I didn't intend to sound rude. Of course I'll get you a drink, hun." She faked a small smile.

Marshel then ignored her and turned back around to his business silently as he was the TV. Rachel grabbed a cold soda from the fridge and closed it, then walking over to him and opening it, and handing it to.

"Thank you." He smiled and put it in his other hand and took a sip from it and set it down. It was starting to storm.

"Come sit next to me. Take a damn break." He said to her, almost as if he was demanding her to sit down. As told, she did so and put her hands in her lap, staring blankly into the television. She wasn't entirely sure of what he was watching, but it seemed like it was some sort of documentary or reality TV show perhaps.

Marshel sat up and grabbed her hand and held it in both of his then looked at her. She didn't look back at him and looked forward still.

"...Why aren't you looking at me? Why can't you fucking look at me at all!" Marshel growled.

Rachel jumped and quickly looked at Marshel, noticing how he already started to get angry with her.

"See, I always treat you so fucking well and you have to act like I'm the bad guy here!" He shot up and walked away from her, ranting while looking out the window.

"Just leave me alone." She said quietly and clenched her fist. Marshel heard that.

"What the hell did you just say to me, bitch?" He turned around facing her while she was still sitting on the couch.

Rachel wasn't in the mood for Marshel today. She was never in the mood for him at all. "I said," she stood up and spoke loud and clear, glaring back at him, "Leave me, the fuck, alone." She said to him.

"Don't fucking speak to me that way, slag." He walked over to her, about to hit her but before he could, she slapped him across the face. That really pissed him off. Before she knew it, he grabbed her by the neck and pulled her hair, shoving her against the wall. She could barely talk or even breathe. "You fucking bitch." Marshel hissed, and so Rachel spit in his face which made Marshel cringe and let go of her, wiping her saliva off his cheek, then punching her and throwing her to the ground. "Don't you ever fucking do that again. I just went easy on you..nobody..NOBODY FUCKS WITH ME." He lectured her and turned around, walking down the hall that led to their bedroom. "I'm going to bed."

Rachel laid there on the carpet floor with tears streaming down her cheek and attempted to sit up. Her neck was a bit bruised and her hair a little messy. She wiped the tears away and fixed her hair a bit.

"I'm going to kill that bastard one day..one fucking day..I can't take this shit anymore. I'm thankful Aiden isn't here to witness this bullshit. Or be one of his victims.."