Be Forever with Me

Flashback

1970

In the future she'd look, rethinking and assimilating the difference between now and the past. If she thought over her impulse earlier, she wouldn't be there, suffering in the corners of the darkness in the limbo.

"Timothy, please stop this!" Jude attempted to evade his slaps as much as possible, trying to escape his venomous claws within moments though his violent nature. He hurtled up to her, taking steps forward which mortified her even more as her heart was ponderously hammering in her chest, while wry tears streamed down her brittle, parchment cheeks as she could no longer bear this violence which he demonstrated today.

The blonde wasn't capable of sprinting even be as quick as possible until another slap was smacked across her face, caressing its slapped spot as his well-defined, handy fingers vaguely imprinted sanguine tint on her right cheek, yelping in pain. Her heartache escalated though she profound was doted on him and must defend herself against the physical violence she experienced, anguishing her.

"Darling, think a bit about us and our baby girl!" The former woman of the cloth cried out loud in agony, gritting her teeth as she abided stoic, although her lack of physical strength to and she wasn't a keen fan of physical violence at all. "Do you remember how much you changed my life with our little precious princess? How about by the way you touched and caressed me?" Instead of hearing his verbal response, his slaps whirled around them until she bewailed in sore pain, unable to persuade him to him.

"Ouchh! At least, one man would notice his wife's pain and suffer. But a monster won't," She stammered, struggling with uttering a syllable since she verged to curl up in ball on the tilled kitchen flooring. Then he grabbed her relentlessly by her mane of old Hollywood honey curls, tugging her by dragging her towards him for another slap as she covered her face in ashamed manner, her puffy, reddish eyes producing bitter tears. "Ouchh! Frank was absolutely right. I think it would be better listening to him and not letting my impulse reign my hopes!" The middle-aged woman set free a squeal.

"Do not allow your impulse to reign your hopes, Judy!"

The desperate blonde recalled ideally her old friend's advice, remembering the wisdom in its words, while their adopted daughter watched in horror under the kitchen table the brutal scenery of domestic violence. Scenery, she has never ever seen in her fresh, yeasty life as she was child herself yet, besides it mortified the nonchalant little girl.

"Be forever with me! For eternity loving and worshiping for better or worse, for rich and poor, for," Jude could no longer bear its pain, curling in a ball, shortly after she bowed on his feet and kneeling before him, sobbing until dozens of unexplainable slaps were smacked across her face, while he just didn't respond to her words and pleas.

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Nowadays

1964

2 days later

The morning was embraced by the eloquent, elating songs of the chirping birds outside. In the wee hours of the serene morning, the scintillating sunrays crept through the window closed curtains, blinding the already wed couple's shut eyelids, protecting from the lustrous daylight and sunrays, bathing the room in sunlight.

In the meantime they lightly snored as their quiet, peaceful snores sailed up in their sufficiently expansive bedroom they shared together. Neither too big, nor too small. It was just perfect their love nest for the former devotional members of the clergy they shared along.