Chapter 1
Jasmine could never tell why he could be so hurtful but so numb from the words that were as pointy as a sewing needle so how could she feel it? Her, herself didn't want to admit to her own thoughts that she had to leave him. She could only wish and dream upon the days she spent with her wealthy and lovable ex-husband. As Jasmine sat in the middle of her room, her eyes filled with tears and her shoulders sagged. Her head hung low, and her hands were folded in her lap, as if she was trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. Her chest felt tight, and her body felt heavy, as if she was filled with a deep sense of sadness and regret. With a heavy sigh, she closed her eyes and let out a quiet sob, her voice barely audible. The silence in the room seemed to magnify her emotions, and she couldn’t help but feel like she was all alone in the world.
She let out a silent sob, she didn't want her fiancé to know of the thick-filled air that had spread across the room while she let out soft moans and cries. But she felt the house was growing quietly, full-faced fear coursing through her veins, blood rushing to her face, she wiped her tears. She got up from the floor "creeeakkkk" the floor cried out. She couldn't help but feel that, the floor could've gave away her secrets of emotions.
"Jasmine, What are you doing in there?"-Tyler said with mild confusion
" uh just putting some clothes away!" jasmine shouted through out the walls of the bedroom, hearing the echo upon the living room Tyler was in.
He walked into the room, with his face wrinkled in distress. She could almost see the blood boiling and his face turning red, his footsteps were heavy, he opened the slender wood door to the bedroom.
" your not doing laundry.." Tyler groaned in frustration.
Before she could let a word out he stomped his feet toward her, getting in her face, leaving no room for her to breathe.
"i- i- i put it away"- she stuttered
He said that Jasmine was useless and would never go anywhere in life, she was a stay at home fiancé and didn't go out much, but she didn't feel like she was useless. That night she couldn't sleep, she just kept tossing and turning, swirling in her own thoughts, the more she thought about her relationship deteriorating she couldn't help but shed a faint tear out her right eye, dripping towards the left side of her face. silently, she pulled the covers off her body only slightly, then sliding her body out from under Tyler's arms. She tiptoed towards the kitchen in pure darkness she felt around with her arms looking for the tiny light switch. She flipped on the light only lighting up the kitchen with dimmed lights, she stayed up for about an hour just looking at the old pictures she had took with her, and her ex-husband, Jasmine’s shoulders sagged and she bowed her head, feeling a deep sense of sorrow and disappointment. She felt that she was in such a good place with Max (her ex-husband), She felt such regret that she left him, she knew that if she talked to him today more likely than none he would unleash his ever so passionate love for her.
Tyler didn't know about Max, if he knew that Jasmine was still in love with him, he would do something unpredictable, maybe even gore. Tyler had no filter, there was no telling what he could have or could do to Jasmine if she stays another minute with him, jasmine never listened to her older sister
"leave him he's not good for you"
" he's dangerous, one day he will hurt you so bad you might even die!"
She loved him regardless of his harsh ways " he is a good man" she thought.
Jasmine spent hours and hours which only felt like minutes, looking and reminiscing over these photos, Jasmine had grown to realize how long she's been out of bed, any second and Tyler will wake up. on her way to the bedroom she tiptoed, gently pressing her feet against the old wood so ever slightly. Finally, making into bed she placed Tyler's hand back across her waist, she turned on her left side and closed her eyes...
