"We're gonna live forever" is what he told his wife with a rye smile. She was a beautiful woman, with sun kissed sandy hair and a personality to match. It was something about him though, that attracted her to him. Was it his calm demeanour? Maybe it was that he actually understood her. No one else really did. She came from a very religious background but was not a believer. She didn't call herself an atheist. She was just who she was.
It was a beautiful outlook she had on life though. She didn't hold a grudge to anyone, even if her life had been rough. It was roses for her, and she was the sweet scent that made you smile. If you knew her, you would understand.
The sun was fading, it was drawing closer to the night. The colours emitting were the lovely light before the total darkness. It was this moment in time, every evening she knew that things would start to get bad. The moon rose, in a crescent form. It glowed bright. The temperature started to drop. Dew formed on the lawn.
He shook her violently. Laughed in her face. The swollen eye and bleeding nose wasn't enough, obviously. He had to punish her more. It was for her lack of faith. She was the devil's minion. That's what he liked to call her, along with other things. Not even begging him to stop would get him to reverse his actions. The tears and screams couldn't ever stop this rampage. Not tonight. Tonight, she was going to die.
Stuttering sorry's screamed from her mouth. He took no notice of her apologies. With the spine of the Bible he hit her. Across the face and in the motion of hitting her, a tooth went through her lip and lodged in to the book. Agonisingly she screamed. This made him even more angry. His guide was ruined. It'd been passed down, generation to generation. He had read it every night. It was his life.
Tying her to the chair, this could be the last straw. As he spoke to her, he spoke of evil. Spoke of being an embarrassed. She knew no matter what she said that it was never going to be okay. She sat in silence. Clenching his fist, he gave an unforgettable smile. As his smile left an imprint in her memory, so did his fist.
Screaming, and sweating. Heart pounding. Lying directly up in bed. He consoles her. Anxiously thinking it was the man from her dream. It wasn't. The man in the dream was her father. Holding her dear now was her husband. Loving her for who she was. A life now seemingly perfect she lives, as the reoccurring nightmare is a shade of her living hell she dealt with as she grew up.
