Destroyed Wife

Sixteen

Sixteen

Chantel

Numbness. My body, mind, soul, they are all numb. I can't feel anything anymore. A slap could be echoed in the room. Yet I didn't feel anything. He's shouting, I can see it, but I didn't heard anything. I stand there, staring blankly at him. He turned his back at me after spewing hurtful words and swinging his hands at me. The door slammed shut, and I fall to my knees.

You would thought I'll cry, but is seems that all my tears were shed and not a single drop left. No tears escaped my eyes, only numbness consumed my body.

I sat there for I don't how long, staring blankly at the door. I'm tired and numb and tired. I don't want to live like this anymore. I love him, I still do. After..., after everything he did to me. Memories flood in, from the moment that he came home drunk and started hitting me, I thought that was the worst, hurtful words and bruises, no, it wasn't.

A week later, he came home drunk as usual, but this time it's different, I can feel it. Something's not right, it started like usual, spewing shits to slapping me. But then something changed. That night, it all started, his sexual assault started. He treated me like a whore, a slut, a sex slave. He would do it everywhere in the house, even if he isn't drunk. One time that I refused, he made it worse, I was bleeding everywhere. I couldn't stand for hours, so I lay there on the floor. The maids saw me but they didn't do anything, afraid of the wrath their boss.

And now, I'm done. I love him, no, do I still love him? I don't know anymore.I don't know if I'm still capable of doing it, after everything that he had done to me.

Without a word, I got up and went to my room, it used to be our room. He wouldn't sleep here anymore, going out at night and coming back the next day. I would've wondered why, if I haven't seen all those pictures and messages between him and that girl. "What a hypocrite!" I exclaimed.

After packing all the essential things that I needed, I immediately went down. Before I could go out, something caught my eye that made me turn back.

I stared at it, and laughed bitterly. Even before, he wasn't happy with me. I was blinded with love to see his true feelings, he isn't in love with me, not even for a second. I was the one that push myself to him, maybe that's the reason for my current situation. Is it karma? But why? All I did was love him, is that bad?

Don't worry Damon "I'm setting you free" I said calmly as I launched a vase at the picture. Our wedding picture.

And without second thoughts I left the house. No turn backs now, this is it. Goodbye Damon, maybe in another life we would have the love that we deserve.

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