Before I was free
I never really thought about when I would finally break free of his grip. The boy who had an invisible shield around me. He was destined to be my hell, but at first was like my heaven.
You know how it goes, you meet a boy, they seem really nice, like they would jump a bullet for you. Steven was the same. And just like the girls in all those true movies, I fell for it. He was so nice, taking me out all the time, buying me clothes and all sorts of jewellery. If I didn't accept the gift, he would get all defensive and start being nasty. I learnt to be grateful but have a hint of regret with what he bought me.
When I was a teenager, I wasn't the best looking person around. People used to ignore me, or call me names. I never did anything wrong, I guess I was just unlucky. Then Steven moved to where I lived. He was so nice, my only friend. After a few weeks of dating, he actually proposed an engagement, we were only sixteen! Since he was all I had, I felt obliged to accept.
My parents never really cared about me. They would sign letters with their relationship to me being my "next to kin", but if mum were to go out, I would have to beg the neighbours for food. One time, they left me alone for a week, they won't tell me where they went and if I'm honest I don't care. I never had parents, I just had myself. That's how I needed it again.
When, I was eighteen, the actual day, Steven proposed again, and asked me to move in with him, after two years with him, I thought I knew everything about him. I was moved in within a week. It was great. I decorated the house, while he maintained the garden. He wouldn't let me go down by the shed, as it was his get-away space.
Within a month we were preparing and planning our wedding. It was going perfect. I was having a long white dress, my brides maids were in peach out of Steve's choice. The flowers were pink and peach to match us.
The actual wedding day went brilliantly. Our first dance was blissful and passionate, I never felt so strongly about someone. His black hair was shining under the disco lights, and he stood much taller than me. His body was bulky as he was actually a proffessional boxer by this time.
Steven looked around at the crowd while we danced at the beginning. He was never one for public affection. It was a little annoying but nothing could break my mood. He looked back down at me into my eyes. It felt like he had just opened my body and had my soul in his hands. Steven gave the most attractive looking smile that had been made in this world. He was truly... beautiful. He was truly mine. He was truly too good to be true.
The happiness didn't last long. I guess you could say it was doomed from the start.
Only one day after the wedding, Steven changed.
"Why isn't the washing done Lisa?" He whispered into my ear as I came around after the nights sleep.
I was a bit confused as he knew that the wedding was yesterday, and I looked at the clock and it was only seven in the morning.
"Steve, babe. What are you talking about?" I mumbled.
"Look I know how your house was when you were growing up, all dirty with rats scurrying around the damn place," I couldn't believe what he was saying, that was a lie, the one thing I could praise my parents for was their house, it was spotless. He was raising his voice as he continued, "I'm not living in a shit hole with a fat slob of a wife who will only sit on her ass all day! Now do the bloody washing!".
I was so stunned, my mouth literally dropped open. He's never been so... aggressive.
"Steve? Why are you being like this?"
"What?"
"Why are you being so nasty? I've never seen you being so... vulgar! What's with you?" I was getting angry now, so my voice was raising. "Do it yourself!"
