Chapter:2

•Present.•

(Violent terms used. Full of triggers.)

. . .

"WHO WAS THAT ASSHOLE?!!!" -Chris yelled at me, enraging with fury.

"It was just a colleague!" -I exclaim,

trying to explain myself.

But quickly knew that was a mistake. He yanked my head up by my hair.

I could feel my hair ripping, because of his grip. It's really painful. And before I had a moment to say something, he threw me against the wall.

Then I saw him taking the flower vase in his hand, and threw it at me.

I quickly ducked to avoid it, and it shattered against the wall behind me.

Chris stomped to my side. His eyes screaming with anger.

"Listen to me very carefully, you slut. I don't fucking care if it was a colleague or not. You are not allowed to talk to that guy. Any guy. EVER!!!" -He yelled.

I nodded, silently. Trying my best to not let the tears fall.

"Good girl. Now, if you disobey me in anyway I will beat your dumb head until you are within death's reach. Remember that, Always.

I'm tired of repeating myself." -He says.

Saying so, he leaves the room. Closing the door with a loud slam.

I could hear the locks turn.

He's locked me in here.

I sigh to myself. Trying my very best not to cry. Since when did my life become like this?

I'm tired. Really tired.

I want to end my life. What the point of this life anyways? For all I get is abuse.

Nobody would care anyways.

What am I living for?

Do miracles actually happen?

I wish one could happen to me.

. . .

I wake up to the sound of Chris shouting. What is it now?

I sit up straight. I don't remember how I fell asleep. All that tiredness must have washed me over, yesterday night.

I hear the locks turn and the door swings open. He stares at me for a moment.

"Make me breakfast. I need to get to work." -He speaks, as if nothing happened yesterday.

I get up, slowly. And make my way downstairs to the kitchen.

It took me short time to get his breakfast ready. I made Crepes, Pancakes, Eggs, Sausages and even a few waffles.

I put his breakfast on the table and decided to go to my room.

Yes, I sleep in a separate room.

Far from Chris's room. He thought it would be nice to do so, until we get married.

But there was nothing left to do...

As I start walking upstairs, I hear Chris speak.

"Where are you going?" -He asks.

"I need to get ready for work too." -I reply.

"Why don't you sit with me for breakfast?" -He says.

I turn to look at him. "I'm not hungry." -I say.

"But you know I don't like sitting alone for breakfast. Pretty please?" -He pleads.

But I know what he's up to. He'll complain about the food. Probably throw it against the wall too. I'm used to all of his games now.

I sigh, knowing there's no escape from it.

"Fine." -I say, trying to hide the irritation in my voice. Chris's face lits up.

We both stay silent throughout his breakfast. I was pretty surprised, that he didn't get angry because of the food.

"I love it when you fry the eggs like this. All these food, they're just delicious!" -He exclaims, with a huge smile on his face.

I was speechless.

Did a miracle actually happen??

"Babe, I'm sorry for the way I acted last night. I was completely out of my shit." -He says.

"Just last night?" -I ask, gulping.

-Chris sighs. "I know I've been a jerk to you for the past two years, I've been the worst boyfriend in history. But you know what?

You are the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me. I was just scared that somebody might steal you from me. I didn't know what else to do."

-He tries to explain himself.

I sigh.

"Why are you saying all this now?" -I ask.

"Because I think it's about time I ask you this."

-He says.

He gets up from his chair and kneels down.

"Babe, I know this ain't much. But I promise, in the future, I'll get you something way better than this."

He gets a ring out of his pocket.

It's a beautiful ring. Simple yet elegant in ways. The full bezel on the ring protecting the diamond, but also giving the impression that the diamond is much larger that it truly is.

Really beautiful.

I was truly speechless.

"Michelle Fernandez, will you, take Chris Millers as your future husband?" -He says.

"Chris... I actually wanted to talk to you about something." -I say.

"Sure, babe. What is it?" -He asks.

"Honestly, I wanted a breakup. Not a marriage proposal. I've been thinking of this for the past few days. I think it would be for the best, that we separate our ways."

-I say, my voice shaking. My hands trembling.

Immediately, Chris's face expression changes.

"What?" -He asks, bitterly.

"I'm sorr—"

I begin but get cut off by Chris. As he slaps me hard. I fall from my chair, on the ground.

I tried to get up, but Chris pushed me back to the ground. Now, he was on top of me.

"What the fuck do you mean by breakup?"

-He asks, in fury.

"Chris—"

I begin, but again I get cut off by Chris. He has both of his hands by my neck. He's strangling me.

I try to breathe. Like a fish out of water, I frantically shake my legs.

After what felt like forever, Chris let's go.

I cough, continuously. Trying to give as much air as possible, to my lungs.

"That doesn't change my mind, Chris. If you want to kill me, go ahead. It would be better than living this worthless life!"

-I yell the truth on his face.

"You stupid bitch!" -He yells back, enraging with even greater fury.

He began to take the belt out of his suit pants. And before I could process what he's actually trying to do, I felt a slash on my arm.

I screamed in pain.

He continued to slash my arms with the belt, ignoring my cries.

I curled up in a ball.

My back was up now. I could feel him slash the belt on my back.

I grew quiet. My back became numb after all these hits. But Chris doesn't stop.

It seems like he's enjoying it.

I cry quietly, to myself. Inside.

Please...

Please...

Please make this stop.

This isn't a miracle. This is a curse.