Chapter 1
Realism.
A sold idea at the forefront of live with tactical and efficient salesman.
I never wanted it.
I never liked it.
And I wish I wasn’t harshly woken up from my beautiful dream with a kick to my gut.
“Bitch,” he growled above me, spits flying from his mouth to my face. Disgusting, I screamed in my head.
He was drunk. And this was not the first time.
“Where is my fucking dinner?” He bellowed like someone had lost his last penny on a bet about if the world was round or spehrical.
He was that stupid.
But I was more stupid.
And I don’t know if it’s because I get kicked every night that I didn’t feel so much pain when he woke me up with boot.
Or because I have lost sensations in my stomach— and to be fucking honest, at this point, I don’t mind.
It would be so great to lose that feeling.
Pain was not a friend I enjoyed hosting.
But it was always around every night to collect its dues.
And I have never faltered in my payments because my husband of 2 years always gave me enough to deliver.
“It’s on the table, Mike.” I answered with a muffled voice, whether from the sleep or my guts that might soon get ripped out of me.
“And am I supposed to get it myself?” He asked as I scrambled up, rubbing away the sleep from my eyes.
Damn.
I messed up.
Shit.
I forgot the rules.
I was supoosed to be on my feet already, head bowed with his food on the tray resting in my palms.
He is the king of the castle.
I’m just a slave he lied to so I can be his wife.
And we had both been delusional.
The moment I got to my feet, his calloused palm hit my fragile cheek so hard and sharp that my ear began to ring.
I gasped. Held that cheek that must be red and definitely sending multiple jolts of pain across my body.
And I wished I could talk.
“You broke the rules, Belle.” He smirked as he was slowly unbuckling his belt. “You fucking broke the rules.” He pulled out the belt with pure glee as if what he was about to do was the highlight of his night.
And before I could make a run from it— he whipped me hard on my face and the next thing I felt was the hard, cold foor of the entrance of our small studio apartment.
The apartment where I thought was the beginning of my happily-ever-after.
But now hosted only memories that should never have been made.
And he continued to hit me until I felt nothing.
Until my reality melted into nothing but blackness.
