Alessia Walker is a 27-year-old woman married to her high school sweetheart, Dylan Walker.
To everyone looking in, everything is picture-perfect for the couple. But behind closed doors, it's a different story.
Alessia doesn't know what happened to t...
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Alessia's Pov
" Maybe this will make you remember to come home on time.," Dylan yells as his fist flies through the air and makes contact with my cheek.
I yelp before collapsing on the floor sobbing. Pulling my legs up to my chest as I push back into a corner.
" I'm sorry... It won't happen again...," I whisper through trembling lips.
" You better hope it doesn't Alessia, or I won't be so understanding.," He says sternly, as he leans down to get in my face.
I bow my head submissively, taking deep breaths to calm myself down. His huge figure hovering over my small frame.
" It won't happen again Dylan, I promise. ," I say, keeping my head down not wanting to meet those rage filled eyes.
" Good, now clean yourself up before bed. And stop the sobbing Alessia, you knew this was coming. We have a curfew for a reason.," He says, reaching up to rub my cheek.
I flinch slightly from his touch but compose myself quickly. I lift my head as my eyes meet his, I watch him. Scared of what he might do next.
His brown hair laid flat against is forehead as sweat dripped from his brow. His brown eyes now emotionless as he looked at me.
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My life hasn't always been like this, being submissive to an abusive husband.
No, I use to be happy. General happy. Dylan hasn't always been like this either. He never use to hit me, nor would he ever even think about raising his hand to me.
We were high school sweethearts, got married right after graduation because we just couldn't wait. We were so in love.
So what went wrong, you ask?
I'm not quite sure myself. I've always asked what happened to make Dylan snap and get this aggressive. I've asked myself multiple times like I'm sure you're asking now, why haven't I left him? Why haven't I reported him?
But I can't.
You see, Dylan is a sheriff's deputy. So no matter what I do, I can't get away.
I guess maybe it was after being on the job for so long he finally snapped. Whatever he saw, has ruined him and lost the man I once found so much happiness and peace in. His now cold and filled with hatred.
I've tried to run, tried to escape.
But nothing works.
Every report I've made has disappeared within 24 hours from all files.
