Daydreaming

Just an Accident

There we sat at the dinner table, tension rising in the air. His perfectly sculpted hair now facing every which direction, his button up shirt is completely open, and the sleeves rolled up. Crinkles line his forehead while sweat beads around his face. He's acting completely delusional. I adjust my voice before speaking aloud, "How was work today, honey?" He grumbles low and peers above his eyebrows in a scowl, "I don't want to talk about it," he spat out. What in God's creation is he so upset about? He's talking so rude to me. Maybe he's stressed out, and just needs to talk it through. "Dear, I don't think you're fine. Let's talk about it, maybe make you feel better." I spoke Once again, while cutting my steak with my serrated meat knife. I sincerely hoped this dinner had gone better, I dressed in a nice navy blue dress that fell quite nicely around my hips, my hair slightly curled, and a bit a makeup. I wanted to make him happy and look good for him. "Macy, do not speak again. Do you understand?" His voice boomed louder with each word, " I do not want to talk about it. I do not want to talk to you. I do not want you to say another word." My mouth gapped in shock. How dare he speak to me in such manner. I hadn't noticed that he stood up during his rant, because I shake my head when he sits back down in the brown chair. I take a couple more bites, trying to calm my rising temper and keep my mouth shut before making him anymore angry. I would sure like to see why he's being such a hateful prude right now too. "Jim, you need to calm down your blood pressure is rising, you're sweating like a sinner in church. Maybe I could get some baby oil, and give you a nice massage. Oh then maybe take a nice hot bath. It'll be so nice." I wipe the corners of my mouth, and place a hand on his trying to reassure my option. I stare into his now black eyes, and his fingers wrap against my wrist. I look up once again , and a cold dead smile is placed on his lips then a dead straight line across. "Macy. I told you to stop talking! Do you never listen? Are you such an ignorant bitch that you're to deaf to listen to important information? I say no more damn blabbering!! Here you are nagging at me about shitty bubble baths." He stands from his chair, and he takes my other wrist into the other clench. I'm so outraged, "Jim. What the absolute hell do you think that you are doing? Do not touch me like that! Are you an idiot?" His face fell at my choice of words. "Such a pig, I try to help you out and you're here hurting me. I love you and you thank me by-" his hands quickly let go of me and one of my nice dishes are slammed on the floor. His left hand grabs a fist full of hair and a hard slap comes to my cheek, making spit fall from my mouth. Tears brim my eyes as the contact still remains. The black disappearing from the now brown ones. His hand slips from my welted skin, and his eyes dazed. Soon panic takes over me. "It's okay. I'll clean it up. Sorry for getting upset. I won't talk anymore." I stumble around picking up the broken glass from the hardwood. I dump it into the trash bin in the kitchen then return to clean up dinner. Bustling around, because I don't want him upset. He just stands there watching. I'm carrying plates in, and he stops me. "Macy. Macy stop." His once hard grip is soft around my jaw. A single tear escapes his lid. "I'm so sorry Mace. I didn't mean for it to get this far. I was just upset over work, and stress over my next case, and you were an easy target. I'm so stupid. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry" I'm silent as he speaks each word. Maybe it was just an accident. "Jimmy. Please don't do that again." He looks up and his eyes are pleading. "I promise. I'll never hurt you like that again Macy." His lips gently place themselves on to mine, with the taste of salt from the fallen tears. He promised. I believe him.

So...? I was thinking about how I would react in this situation. I would probably react the way Macy did. How would you react? ✌️✌️✌️