"But...he was your everything." I look down at the faded photo, a small smile appearing as I take in his handsome smiling face, god how I used to love that face. "He was my everything." I repeat in a smaller tone allowing my finger to run over the s...
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I was offered a job at the new SSR facility that was opening here in New York but I hadn't taken it, Richard hadn't allowed me to, he claimed it was an unnatural job for me and instead he forced me to go back to singing and even acting.
He loved it because it boosted my image which in turn boosted his, I was making him more popular by being his perfect trophy wife. We barely even spoke he no longer even pretended to be as sweet as he had been when we first met, he reserved that performance for my father. Honestly he should've been the actor because he was damn well good at it.
He was harsh and rude to me, always controlling every aspect of my life, I barely got to see Howard or Peggy anymore because he did not like them, instead I had to do what pleased him, I actually feared making him angry he scared me. When he got angry I honestly feared for my life sometimes.
"Please Richard I really want to take the job?" I try and plead once more hoping he'll change his mind. "How many times are we going to have this discussion? I've already said no haven't I?" I nod noticing his tone, "then why must you bring it up again?" I didn't want to answer, he was going to get mad at me either way now. "B-because I'm good at my job and I love it." He scoffs and shakes his head, "you are a woman it is an unnatural job. You should be thankful I'm allowing you to continue with acting."
"But I'd rather-" I jump as he slams his hand down before he gets up and grabs me harshly, "I said no Rosalie." He spits in a low tone. "R-Richard you're hurting me." I mutter weakly as he holds onto me so tightly it's beginning to feel like he may snap my arm. He ignores my fearful whisper and pushes me back into the wall. I cower behind my arms as he stands over me, "I don't want to hear about this again, do you understand?" I have difficulty swallowing as I try and keep my tears at bay, they would just infuriate him further.
"I said do you understand?" He repeats his voice raised as he kicks me having not received a response. "Yes I understand, I'm sorry." I tell him quickly trying my hardest to keep it together. "Get up." He instructs, "I'm sorry." I repeat doing what he asks of me. "It's ok Rosalie but don't bring it up again alright?" I nod not being able to say anything knowing that if I did I would start crying. "That's my girl." He says before leaning forward and giving me a kiss.
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I was making dinner for when Richard would come home, if he even did today, sometimes he wouldn't come home till after I slept. I couldn't be bothered fighting him on it it's not like I actually even cared what he was out doing.
I heard a rustling from the hallway but I didn't think much of it it was probably Richard. "Richard? Is that you?" I ask my eyebrows do furrow once I don't receive a response. "Richard?" I move over to the drawer and pull out a knife, "hello?" I ask, I turn to see a figure in the door way, I throw the knife making the person jump out of the way. "My god Rosie were you trying to take my head off." I sigh as I clutch my chest, "Howard! Why didn't you say anything, I could've hurt you." I say moving to pull the knife from where it was lodged in the wall.
