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Tony's POV:
2 years ago
I could tell from the moment i saw her that she was damanged, broken, bruised, and torn apart. The ring on her finger almost blinded me. I looked to the man sitting across from her at the table, i couldnt heir what he was telling her but i could tell by the way her head hang down that it wasnt a loving conversation he was trying to hold with her. I dont think I will ever understand why a man would put his hands on a woman, what could have possesed him to do so? Did it make him feel more manly because to me it made him look like a pussy! A man who couldnt fight another man so he takes his anger out of the only one who would be crazy enough to love a man like that, and he destroys something so beautiful. And she was...the woman i was looking at was beyound beautiful, to bad she'll never know it as long as she is with him!
I watched him stand and walked to the restroom, now would be my chance. "Tony dont do it!" i looked over at my brother, Duke, before geting up and walking over to her.
"your to beautiful to take this!" she looked up at me wide eyed and confused. "you dont deserve to be beaten, you deserve to be loved and charished. You dont have to stand there and take it!" I knew my time was running short so i put my hand to hers and spoke what i thought to be my last words to her "You are beautiful!" and with that I walked back over to my brother.
I sat down and looked over to she her face still narrowed in confusion as he sat back down infront of her. "did you have to do that? I dont like seeing it anymore than you do but atleast I mind my own business Tony and you should do the same!"
"Duke, its not like I proposed to her. All I did was tell her that she is beautiful...thats all! now lets go."
Linda's POV:
I layed in my bed thinking of the guy from the restraunt. How could he have thought that i was beautiful? Jeans, a hoody and my hair tied back with no makeup on...what could he have possibly seen in me to come up to me and say that? I looked over to my husband as a he lay there asleep, and a tear rolled down my face. What happened to us? he was my highschool sweetheart and he had never layed a hand on me. What did I do t him to make him so angry at me? I got out of bed and walked over to the restroom to look at myself, I thought of how i looked in highschool. I always wore a smile and always looked my best...now it seamed imposible to smile, what for? i had absolutly nothing to smile about....
I walked over to my closet and pulled out my suitcase and stared to pack. 15 minutes into packing I heard walking behind me "what the hell do you think your doing?" I looked back to see my husband standing there, pissed!
"i...i...i....im leaving you." I stuttered over my words unable to make them form.
"THE FUCK YOU ARE!!! GET YOUR ASS TO BED!!!"
i stoped what i was doing and walked out of our walk in closet and started toward the bed... I felt his foot alter and i knew he was about to hit me. I ducked out of his way and with one swift movement grabbed his long braid and brought him to his knees. I dont know how i did it but every bone in my body wanted him to listen to me and tonight was the night that he would hier me! he wasnt fighting me back i guess do to the shock of it all and quite fankly i was shocked my self. I put my lips right next to his hier so that i wouldnt have to talk to loud. "You will never hit me again! Im leaving you tonight and you are going to step aside and let me go and the next time you see me will be in court for our devorce!" I let go of his hair and walked back into the closet and contenued to pack my stuff.
