Tear drops.I stand in front of the mirror staring at my naked body and just noticed that my breasts have gotten bigger. They weren't this size a few weeks ago. They were round and perfect, not too big not too small. Thea, your breasts are still round. Okay, I guess they kinda are, though they are bigger than they were.They look like tear drops all because that bastard has been playing with them.That reminds me, what are we anyway? I know we got married and all that stuff but what are we? Because we definitely don't fit the husband and wife description. His him and I'm me, our characters don't even compliment each other.We've seen each other naked, his touched me places that no one ever has. Does that make us lovers? Are we dating? Hmmm....I don't think so. But what if he thinks just because we got married we'll automatically fall in love? Wait am I the one thinking that way? Argh...the only way this mental break down is if I just talk to him. What I know now is, I'm sexually attr
I hate him!I mentally exclaim for the seventh time today as he bosses me around the kitchen and each time I bend over he smacks my ass. Which you definitely enjoy, oh shut up. I do not!"Thea?" His deep voice vibrates inside my chest, drawing me out of my reverie."What?" I snap.He looks like his about to laugh when he says," I told you to pass me the pasta."Huffing out a breath, I balance my left hand on my hip; popping it out. "Where is it?" I don't even try to hide my annoyance. He had forcefully dragged me here after that I'm your husband your my wife talk. Of course, he did it when I was fully dressed. I just threw on a pare of leggings grey in colour and a white crop top with miss strawberry shortcake on the front. Its cute and I love it. Plus it's loose and comfy just the way I like it. Herman points towards the top cupboard next to the freezer and I send a glare his way. "I can't reach that!" I gesture towa
Where is it?I frantically search for my phone with a blurry vision. I need to call her. After tearing down my old room, I conclude that it isn't in here. Running out, I make my way quickly up the stairs crying. Barging into the new room I'm suppose to be sharing with Herman I start searching for it. After going through what I assume is his bedside table I move to look through mine and sigh when I find it. Opening it quickly I place a call to italy but she doesn't answer. "Mum please pick up," I whisper to the phone, willing her to pickup. When the operator passes the call to her line again for the seventh time and it goes straight to voicemail, I slump on the bed and opt upon leaving another message. "Hey mama.... it's me Thea and yes I'm crying. Just....just please call me back when you get this. I-i need you."My voice breaks and I slump to the floor. My heart hurts and it seems to get worse by every phone call she doesn't pick up. What if something happened to her?No no no, The
Give him a chance okay....Grace's words ring in my head as I make my way up the front steps to the house. Opening the door slowly and quietly as I can, I sneak back in to the house to the sound of the piano being played. It was midday and that sound sort of relaxed me a little.I didn't recognize the melody, so I assumed it was a freestyle or a song I've never heard before. Cautiously, I make my way towards the front door of the living room and hide behind the wall next to it before looking in. The living room was a mess. It's like he took out his anger on the sofa, table and a few flower pots. Gosh this is definitely my fault. He read your diary, your right it's his own fault. I agree with my own mental remark.The melody hits a wrong key and he cussed before grabbing a glass on top of the piano and emptying it's contents. I yelp when he flungs the glass my way and it hits the inside wall of the living room at the wall adjacent to the one I was hiding b
Fuck him.I shut my eyes, my head turning towards the ceiling as I desperately try to satisfy myself with my fingers. He had left me aching and wet after that talk at the pool which by the way went splendidly. I'm now aware that I'm a user and a dick digger. Digging for all the cum it can make me pass. After that I retired to my old room to spite him into sleeping with me like he threatened but he hasn't come for me. It's still day light he will, I thought. Oh god i hope he does. I've never wanted something the way I'm craving for his dick right now. Okay now trying to move faster. Gosh how can I cum like this? I widen my legs and the ache just feels more annoying. "Come on!" I exclaim frustratedly. With a sigh I withdraw my fingers after waisting my energy. I can't take this. I turn over and scream into my pillow just as my phone buzzes with a notification.I opened it and tap on the message icon.Herman: masterbate quietly, I'm trying to read.If you can talk about dread it's wha
_____ “ 17th October,2005Dear mama,I miss you and I'm so sorry for taking your life. I don't know why I'm writing this to you when I know you're not here anymore. I guess it's because you were the only one I could really talk to. Mama, I'm hurting everywhere. He beat me yesterday and now I can't sleep. I'm still in the basement, bleeding, tired and so hungry. But I killed you. Now there's no one to love me. Mama forgive me. I hope he kills me soon so I'd see you again and apologize. Mama, why didn't you let him kill me when I was six? Now look what I did to you. I'm not worthy of anything you gave to me. I'm broken mama and no one would ever love me because you're gone.”___The page has water marks and is partly covered in blood. Is it his blood? Oh god, and judging by the date gaps from the thirteenth to the seventeenth is a maximum of four days. What happened to him during these days except
Chapter Song: daisy grey saviour.Herman flexes his arms, shaking them out a little. I remain completely dumbfounded, staring at him like an idiot. My eyes take all of him in, from his bare feet....wait his bare feet! Herman's feet are bare?!Thea, stop being stupid."What are you doing?" I ask, nervously.He just walks towards a bench and takes a seat,"you wanted to see my scars." He says, nonchalantly."You don't have to...."" I want you to." I look at him stunned and watch as a smirk pulls on his lips," scared?" He taunts, flexing his pecks. Involuntarily, I blush and avert my eyes. "Don't....um....do that," I pointed a finger at him, moving it in a circular motion at his chest. "Come," his voice is soft and I open my eyes to look at him. His expression is soft, he has his hand stretched out for me to take. Sighing, I make my way towards him slowly and place my hand in his. It looks so small in his, like c
____20th October 2005.Dear mama, I know you said you loved him, but mama did you really stop to think if he loves you? He hates all of us, me the most. That day when I was six started off alright since dad was no where around. The scotching heat of the sun that stood over head was too much to bare. So the young me thought it alright to take my mask off . We were playing in the garden with Dante when he appeared. I told Dante to hide and he did, but I was too late to myself when his eyes landed on me.He slapped me hard across the cheek, sending me stumbling to the ground. My head hit a sharp rock and a wound opened immediately. No matter how much I cried he kept beating and kicking me. Over and over again. Just like he does now. Kicking my stomach repeatedly and punching every part of my body.He yelled in my ears," where is your mask you demon child! I hate your fucking ugly face so much!"Now I hate my face too. Beaten bruis