Wonders

The cause

I met Kyle Hammings on a cold August night at the beach. I didn't expect for him to be the man I married. I didn't expect for him to beat me. I didn't expect anything then. Young, 19, careless. I couldn't care less what came my way. I had the money to pay for anything and everything I needed or wanted. I had the looks to get myself out of mostly anything also. So why worry? When I saw the short built red head I know he'd be fun for a while. We'd laugh have some drinks just hangout. But when 3 months later he proposed to me unexpectedly I didn't know what to say. I wasn't in love with him I was in love with the idea of being in love. So I said yes. 4 weeks later I'm married and actually happy. It was magical even for me not being in love with him. I noticed that he had started coming home drunk. A lot. Every time I would ask him he would get extremely defensive or just shrug it off. After about 3 weeks of this same cycle I guess he snapped. He came home around 4am later then usual. And of course I was up waiting for him & working on one of my sculptures. I asked him like usual where he was and why he reeked of alcohol. Then I was against the wall with a sculpting knife against my neck.

"Why do you care so much about where I freakin am Cassandra?!"

I guess I didn't answer is quick enough im not sure but next thing I knew I was getting slapped across the face. After that he simply walked to the bathroom showered and went to bed. Even the next morning he acted as if nothing had happened at all. When I asked about it and what I had done he kept denying it. So as naive as I was I just assumed I had dreamed it. But the marks on my face proved over wise.
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Sooooo I actually have a plot for this story now !