1 Distant memories

It is a cold day today. The sounds of the city fill my ears as it enters my apartment. I rip the last strip of tape from the card board box and begin pulling out what's inside. Of course it's my photo box. I flip open a random page in my photo album to land on a picture of me and Jonathan Wright. I feel a sudden urge to cry but sip my hot choclate and take a deep breath, im safe now. I recently moved to Melbourne for work and to escape the chains of my past including Jonathan Wright. It is sad to think that at the begining we were so happy. This is until he started drinking. After that i saw a side of him no one ever has. I remember having to cover the bruises with makeup everyday before i left the house. This went on for around two years before i gained the courage to break away. I grabed the photo and pulled it out of the plastic sleave to then throw it on the floor. Once the books and picture frames where taken out i flattened the box and headed towards the door when suddenly I receive a phone call.

" Hi this is Linda from Cross industries calling on behalf of Gideon Cross. Am i speaking with Dakota Sutton?"

" Hi, yes this, how can i help you?" It must be about my job application i applied for the other day.

" Mr Cross asked me to inform you that you have been accepted for the personal assistant job that you applied for. I was wondering when you are next available for an interview?"

" I am free all day tommorow." I cant believe how quick i got through usually it takes bussiness a few weeks before they even respond to my applications.

" Is ten thirty okay Ms Sutton?" She said as she typed furiously on her keyboard.

" Yes that sounds great. Thankyou."

" I shall see you when you arrive. Thankyou for your time see you tommorow at ten thirty." She hung up the phone.

I put the box down at the door and walked into my new room, setting my alarm clock. I have been here in this apartment now for two weeks and my room still looks as it did the day i moved in. I sort through my piles of clothes to find a dress i have been saving for my job interview and put it aside for the morning. After dinner and a nice hot shower i make my way to my room and begin getting dressed. I look at my reflection in the mirror as i twist i begin to see the scars across my back. Memories come flooding back of times when Jonathan used to pleasure himself with the pain he inflicted upon me and tears began to swell. I threw a baggy t-shirt on and my comfy undies and rolled into bed. I feel calmer now that the weight of my feather filled cover hugged me tightly as i began to drift asleep.