My Bloody Revenge
Chapter 1: My Bloody Revenge

Dressed up like a doll on display she nods at everything he says. Smiles at the right places andwishes him a safe trip with a sweet voice and a soft kiss to his dry, chapped lips. Like the gooddoll she is, she follows him to the door where he gives her a kiss. It's a hard, rough anddemanding kiss that mirrors the man itself. A kiss of ownership, not love. Closing the heavywooden door, she walks through the dimly lit hallway and back to her room. Leaning againstthe large floor to ceiling window she fakes another smile and waves to the man outside. Sheremains by the window long after the car has left.

Dark clouds sweep in, signaling incoming rain. The once still trees begins to sway softly to thewind. The world outside is starting to look like how she feels on the inside. Only difference isthe rain washes away the dirt giving the world a new start but for her, there is no shower orbath in the world that can make everything go away. Nothing can wash away the feeling ofbeing used. While standing by the window small drops of rains starts to patter against thewindow but quickly turns into heavy rain.

Everything is quiet except from the rhythmic sound of heavy rain against the windows.

What once started as light autumn rain slowly built up until it roared out into a full-blown stormwith a howling wind threatening to destroy everything in its path. Trees no longer swayleisurely to a soft blowing wind. Now the bow down, just like her.

For the first time since all of this began, she doesn't fear for her life. For years people has usedher for their own pleasure. Their own amusement and no matter what she's done, he alwaysreplaces a way to punish her and its useless to struggle against him. Even obeying earned her scars.More wounds, pain and tears. Standing there looking at the raging storm a small smile tugs ather lips. The opportunity she's been craving has finally come and nothing will hold her back.Either the storm will take her or he will and she prefers mother nature to be the one to take herlife instead of him. The weather gives her the much-needed head start and it will wash away alltraces of directions making it harder for him to replace her. Wishing life could be different shetakes a deep breath then slowly breathes out. Braids her long, red, hair into a French fishtailbraid and drops all jewelry on the floor as she takes them off. Necklace, earrings, bracelets andrings. With her head held high for the first time since forever, she leaves the depressingly darkroom then walks down the long stairs followed by the equally depressing hallway and right outto the raging storm where she just disappears in the blur. Hoping to forever be gone from thisworld. Left behind in the dark, depressing room is a lonely black leather book, lying open by thewindow together with all the jewelry scattering the floor and the wedding ring.