Drowning: the story of a teenager
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,593
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Mother's Wish
Chapter 2:
Some nights were better than others. Deep in her heart, Natalia still clung to the image of the strong, gentle man she had fallen in love with. It was so easy to do, that man came out everyday as soon as Misha entered the room. It was impossible to even think that the man that caused her so much pain was the same glorious man that shared so much love to their child.
And so Natalia stayed. Truth be told, she was scared to leave, more than she was scared to go. The violence and anger was familiar, comforting in a sick way. At least it was something to expect. Leaving everything behind was terrifying… there was nowhere she could go, nothing she could do. She had no skills to be anything other than a mother to her daughter and a wife to her husband. It was better this way. In her prayers, Natalia hoped against hope that the man who coddled their daughter, showing her with praise, would stay with them forever. But at night, as she shook from the pain of the blows he’d given her, she wondered what she had done that her prayers were once again ignored. The man that beat her, the man that seemed to hate her was so different than the man she loved. So different than the man that would later appear to hold her close while he slept, nuzzling his face against the painful sores angrily marring her skin, the bruises he had created.
He kissed away the pain in the shadows, apologizing and embracing her battered body. He held her possessively against him, and she did not dare to move away even as her body screamed in agony at the touch. Natalia lay awake crying silently from the pain, the confusion that wracked her body. Te pain between her mind and heart battled for dominance against the physical pain of her body all through the night until she would awake exhausted, but alert to watch her husband begin his day.
How could she love someone who had broken her completely? He controlled her voice, her mind, her body and even still, her heart. Everyday that she stayed with him, he laid more and more claim on her soul, until she knew she could never leave his side – she needed him even with the pain, even with the torment.
Her only happiness lay in watching her beautiful daughter grow up, blissfully unaware of what went one around her. There was the possibility that Misha might never have learned the truth. It was a silent wish that Natalia clutched to as Jim slapped her for making the coffee too hot, for keeping the house too warm during the summer, for talking too long with the delivery man at the door. She wished that Misha would never discover her greatest anguish. That Misha would never see her humiliation. She shouldn’t have to know the ugliness that her father possessed. It would break her heart.
Some nights were better than others. Deep in her heart, Natalia still clung to the image of the strong, gentle man she had fallen in love with. It was so easy to do, that man came out everyday as soon as Misha entered the room. It was impossible to even think that the man that caused her so much pain was the same glorious man that shared so much love to their child.
And so Natalia stayed. Truth be told, she was scared to leave, more than she was scared to go. The violence and anger was familiar, comforting in a sick way. At least it was something to expect. Leaving everything behind was terrifying… there was nowhere she could go, nothing she could do. She had no skills to be anything other than a mother to her daughter and a wife to her husband. It was better this way. In her prayers, Natalia hoped against hope that the man who coddled their daughter, showing her with praise, would stay with them forever. But at night, as she shook from the pain of the blows he’d given her, she wondered what she had done that her prayers were once again ignored. The man that beat her, the man that seemed to hate her was so different than the man she loved. So different than the man that would later appear to hold her close while he slept, nuzzling his face against the painful sores angrily marring her skin, the bruises he had created.
He kissed away the pain in the shadows, apologizing and embracing her battered body. He held her possessively against him, and she did not dare to move away even as her body screamed in agony at the touch. Natalia lay awake crying silently from the pain, the confusion that wracked her body. Te pain between her mind and heart battled for dominance against the physical pain of her body all through the night until she would awake exhausted, but alert to watch her husband begin his day.
How could she love someone who had broken her completely? He controlled her voice, her mind, her body and even still, her heart. Everyday that she stayed with him, he laid more and more claim on her soul, until she knew she could never leave his side – she needed him even with the pain, even with the torment.
Her only happiness lay in watching her beautiful daughter grow up, blissfully unaware of what went one around her. There was the possibility that Misha might never have learned the truth. It was a silent wish that Natalia clutched to as Jim slapped her for making the coffee too hot, for keeping the house too warm during the summer, for talking too long with the delivery man at the door. She wished that Misha would never discover her greatest anguish. That Misha would never see her humiliation. She shouldn’t have to know the ugliness that her father possessed. It would break her heart.