Stone Cold Heart

♡ Chapter 18 ♡

My uniform was sort of black and white, two inches up my thigh with a red apron that had the place's logo on it so Scott forced me to wear black stockings to cover my legs. I knew he was possessive. It irked me but I had to deal with it rather I liked it or not, his words. It was now about Five, at six I had to go get my kids from daycare and have dinner done by the time anyone steps in the door. I kicked off my heels and went to the kitchen to start cooking fajitas, while I listen to music. When it hit around 5:30, I was done dinner and, on my way, to get my kids.
        When we got home, I asked Mackenzie "Do you have homework tonight?"
    "No, my daycare teacher helped me with it"
    "Oh okay, good dinner's ready, come sit down before you go take a shower"
    "Okay"
          She dropped her book bag and coat on the couch and sat at the table waiting for her dinner, while I picked up mason and put him in the high chair. He no longer needs to be in the baby high-chair because he is two years old now, I think he's a big boy so he can handle a regular high chair. He started crying when I put him in the highchair, I ignored it as I went to get both their plates. Then I sat in front of Mason to feed him. Mackenzie said "Thanks mama"
    "No problem honey"
    "Aren't you gonna eat?"
    "No, I already ate before went to get y'all"
    "Oh okay"
            I turned back to Mason who grabbed the spoon attempting to feed himself. But he dropped the spoon and I said "You almost did it" as I clapped for him. Then he said "Mami feed me"
    "What's the word?"
    "Please"
            I grabbed the fork and fed him the chicken from the fajitas. Around ten o'clock Scott came home. By now the kids fell asleep. Their bedtime is around nine on school weeks' days that's why. I had just finished cleaning the floor. I put the mop back into the bucket as I approached him with a kiss on his cheek and said "Hey baby, how was your day at work?"
    "Good"
    "Ima heat up your dinner"
    "What did you make?"
    "Fajitas"
    "Oh okay"
          As he took off his jacket and placed it on the coat rack, I heated up his fajitas. He came to the kitchen where I was and wrapped his arms around my waist while he was behind me, then he whispered on my neck "I Love You, Marie"
        I already knew him too well...he wanted to say sorry for hurting me 3 days ago...but should I believe him? Of course, ... He's my husband I have to yeah, we fight but I know he didn't mean it. My heart is telling me to forgive him. He whispered "I'm sorry baby"
        I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck and looked him in his eye and said "I forgive you, baby you don't need to be sorry it was my fault, I'm sorry" In response, he just kissed me and said "Te amo princess"
        I whispered on his lips as he put our foreheads together "I love you too Scott" A smile appeared on his face and I smiled back knowing I made him happy. I love to see that smile from time to time. Seeing him happy makes me feel better about our relationship.
I've been working for this café for some time now. But usually, I'd been arriving early because I didn't want to want up to Scott's wrath one of these days. I know it is stupid to lie to my husband about my work schedule, but it's for my safety, right? No. I was wrong it just jeopardizes our relationship when he found out. I thought that he was going to be home the next night so I called in saying that I was going to come in but right when I was going to get into my car, he pulled up and said "Marie!" I jerked my head and saw him marching up to me. I got scared. Oh no, why is he here?
            That's when he gripped my wrist and said "Didn't I fucking tell your ass to not leave and let me know when you are leaving?!"
    "I'm sorry"
    "Get your fucking ass in the house!"
              When he shoved me into the house, I fell on the floor and he said "Get your ass up bitch!" I did as told and he shoved me onto the couch and slapped my face and asked "Where the fuck were you going!?"
    "I-um-I was g-going to work"
    "So, you have been lying about your schedule all this fuckin time?!"
    "I didn't mean it, I'm sorry"
    "Fuck your sorries, I'll give you a fuckin reason to not leave"
    "Get your ass up to the room"
            I knew that he meant that he wanted to make me suffer to make me not want to go to work. When we got to the room, he shoved me onto the bed. "Didn't I fuckin tell you to stay home!?" He yelled as he began hitting me. I screamed for him to stop as I coiled up on the bed.
            If I didn't respond to him, he would keep hitting me. After 5 minutes I was shaking in fear, I didn't look at myself but I probably have multiple bruises here and there from his blows to my legs, face, and sides. My body hurts like hell I don't know how much I could take, I felt like I couldn't take anymore. He didn't hit me anymore because he was exhausted so he went downstairs to get himself another beer. While he did that, I crying from how much pain he had caused me. I didn't want my kids to see me like this so the next day I told Chassidy to keep my kids there for a bit because I never wanted to expose them to the evil father they have. My biggest fear is for my kids to pay the consequences for what I did. Lord I prayed every night for that to not happen to them. When Scott came back upstairs, he demanded "Get in the shower"
    "But I can't"
    "Go I said" I attempted to get off the bed and limped to the bathroom down the hall. I had to hold onto the railing to be sure not to lose my balance. When I removed my stockings that were now ripped and my white panties, I looked down and saw his handprint on my right thigh. As I took off my ripped uniform that was damaged but his drunken anger, I slowly raised my hands to take it off.
              I whimpered in pain as I did so. I wanted to cry but I didn't want him to hear me. I looked into the mirror and saw the marks he has made all over my body, I just wanted to cry. I wanted to leave right then and there but I couldn't do that to my kids they love their dad, I didn't want them to be considered bastards...I don't want them to have a harsh life like I had to endure before my father died. God knows I try to put up with Scott but sometimes it just makes me want to leave. But I can't do that, I'm fighting for my kids and for the love that Scott and I still had hoping it will come back. I wish he was a sweet man I once fell in love with back then. The one I willingly called the love of my life. Whys happened to the love that used to be?