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♡Abuse♡

~SET IN THE MATURE ERA~

You and Michael are married, and have been for twenty five years. The two of you are very much in love, and nothing on the face of the earth could ever stop the two of you from adoring each other.

You both have two daughters. Emma, the eldest - is twenty one, and is married to a man named Jacob. Emma works as an accountant, and earns good money. Despite the fact that she is the daughter of a very rich man - she prefers to earn her money.

Your other daughter, Jade, is nineteen years old - and lives in a cozy apartment, located near the city. She dreams of becoming a fashion designer.

At present moment, you and your husband are getting ready to go and visit Emma - who is three months pregnant.

Life seems wonderful, for now, at least. 

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You stood in front of the full length mirror, finishing up your makeup as Michael sat on the edge of the bed, watching you. He groaned after a minute, falling back onto the mattress. A laugh escaped your lips as you turned around to look at your husband.

"What?" you grinned.

"You said that you would be done, an hour ago," he sighed dramatically. "We should go, Emma's probably waiting for us,"

"Oh, relax," you waved him off. "Besides, she likes her privacy with Jacob, she doesn't need us anymore," you remarked, feeling proud of your daughter.

"I don't like Jacob," he scoffed. "He seems so...mean,"

"Maybe that's just how he is," you set your hands on your hips. "And don't even think about starting drama with the young man," you raised an eyebrow.

Michael had always been very protective of his two girls. And you, you were the queen - Michael never failed to keep you safe.

"I won't," he breathed whilst sitting up. "I promise," he held his hands up in defense.

"Right," you ran your hands over your outfit. "Let's get going,"

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Upon arriving at Emma's house, the two of you were greeted by Jacob. He looked a little flushed, and he was breathing heavily when he opened the door.

"Mr. and Mrs. Jackson..." he trailed off. "You're...here,"

"No shit," Michael mumbled.

"Well, are you going to let us in?" you teased.

"Wha-" he shook his head. "I mean, yes," he stepped aside to let you and Michael pass.

The two of you walked into the living room - only to be shocked when you saw what a mess there was. Shards of glass were scattered along the carpet, and several photo frames were on the floor.

You frowned and turned to Michael. He looked just as shocked as you. You opened your mouth to say something - but Emma walked out of the room. She had her hand on her stomach, and when she saw you - her eyes went wide.

You were smiling, keeping your eyes on your daughter before you noticed that her wrists were bleeding. Michael also noticed, making him gasp.

"Honey!" you ran up to your daughter. Her hair was a mess, and her eyes were huge. "What the hell happened?!"

Emma glanced at Jacob before looking down at the floor. Michael saw this, and immediately, he snapped.

"Oh, hell no," he growled before making his way over Jacob, punching him across the face, hard. "Are you hitting my daughter?!" he kicked the man in the groin. Jacob groaned in pain.

"Dad!" Emma exclaimed. "Dad, please!"

Michael stopped, staring at Jacob as if were a homeless animal.

"Tell me why my daughter's wrists are bleeding! She's got bruises all over her face! And she's pregnant!"

"She's my wife," Jacob retorted, standing up. "I can do whatever what I want to do,"

You held onto Emma's hand, doing your best to keep her calm. Tears were streaming down her face.

Stress isn't good for the baby.

Michael bit his lip before punching Jacob again. The pathetic man fell to the floor before Michael spat at him.

"I'm taking my daughter home," he tried to steady his breathing. "And thankfully, she will never see you again,"

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I know this one sucked.
Thank you so much for reading!
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Lots of love!
Isha♡
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