FLICKER OF HOPE

Trust. Promises.

I despise these two words from the core of my heart. Both, easy to break but difficult to gain.

People tends to play with words a lot and when the time comes to give importance to them, they easily back out and that makes me avoid people in general. But the worst scenario is when you entrust yourself to someone closest to you and they turn out to hurt you the most.

The only people I entrusted myself with, were my parents. I was the only child with no siblings to share there love with. But what they did, shook me. They hid a lot of things that I should have known. But I was also confused, as to why they needed to hide things from me. There were many unanswered questions running through my mind and I was so desperate to find the answers to them, on my own.

I already had a tough life in the past. An early love marriage, which I thought to be the most happiest event of my life, turned out to be my worst nightmare. A year into the marriage and things started falling apart. I started falling apart, shattering down to bits and pieces.

Samantha Jones.

That's what my parents named me at birth. Born to William Jones and Christina Jones, the richest couple of Seattle. Being the only child, I got everything a rich child could ask for. But miraculously, I wasn't a spoiled brat. Instead, I was a perfect grader and with a business degree at hand. Somehow, my parents disciplined me well. They endowed me with kindness and good mannerism.

It was during my second year of University that I met my husband, or rather I should say my ex-husband, who was a year senior to me. I thought, three years of dating and being in a relationship with him, would give me a clear glimpse of what my future will be like. But Alas... I was so wrong. So so wrong.

My marriage started off with lots of promises, which eventually led me to trust him wholeheartedly. But a year into it and my dreams turned into nightmares. He turned out to be my own personal nightmare. A loving husband was all I asked for, but what I got instead was an abusive one. I still remember the day I left his home. His last words still rung into my ears, till now.

"You are just a THRASH. I thought marrying you would be profitable, but you are definitely a dumb bit.ch to let down your parents offer to join the company. You're of no use to me now. DO YOU UNDERSTAND? You are just a slave to me, nothing else. NOTHING. And DON'T you dare say anything that happens here, to your parents or you won't be able to look at yourself in the mirror anymore. UNDERSTOOD? Now ,F**k off."

I nodded my head in reply.

These were the last words that came from him, after beating me down to the pulp. For me, the beatings were a daily routine. But his words, ticked off something in me. Realisation dawned and seeped into my brain. Suddenly, everything became crystal clear. He was never in love with me. Everything he did and everything he said in the past was just a part of his planning. He was never interested in ME. For him, all I was, a medium to get my father's business. He just wanted money.