MEMOIRS OF A SCORNED LOVE - PART 4

Tired and drained in her blood, sweat and tears, Trish dozed off on the sofa, she was weary from all the beating, the crying and screaming, her head and her whole body throbbed with unbearable pain, she was in dire need of some very potent pain-killer medication.  The neighbours downstairs Mr.  & Mrs. Anderson had stopped banging on their door, they both feared for Trish’s safety especially when they didn’t hear her cries anymore. “Has he finally killed her, When will Jake stop beating Trish up at the slightest provocation? “ Mrs. Anderson thought for a moment, the police! Why didn't she call the police?

An abused woman
The alarm went off at 6 a. m, Jake turned in the bed, stretched out his hands to stop the alarm and then he remembered! he had lost it again, the temper had taken over his senses. He walked to the living room and saw Trish curled up on the sofa still asleep, the sight of her, her swollen lips, the bruises on her arms and shoulder, the marks from the belt he used to beat her up the previous night, he was full of remorse. She didn't deserve to be treated like that. He loved his wife but he just lost it.
couple hugging

Trish woke up to see Jake towering above her, she panicked, jumped off the sofa and… “Don’t be scared Trish, I won’t hurt you” Jake said pulling her into his arms with pity in his eyes, “I am sorry about all that happened last night but you really offended me” he continued. Trish was not in the mood for any more troubles or arguments, she was still too tired and her whole body still in pain, she looked up and into his eyes and said it was alright. She knew what would happen next.  Like every other time after an episode of physical abuse, Jake led her to the room, and into the bed, the thought of sex with Jake was repulsive at this point but she had to endure the touch, the kisses, caresses and pretend like she enjoyed every bit of this disgusting episode. Trish wondered how much longer she could bear this. Her patience was wearing out fast, it was five years of constantly being battered by the very person who was meant to love and protect her.  Her thoughts were cut short as he climaxed, she was glad it was over. He rolled over, got off the bed and into the bathroom, Trish pulled the duvet over her naked body, she couldn’t stop the tears flowing  from her eyes, she felt so used, worthless, not deserving of her husband's love, she was tired of life, tired of being battered but she loved her husband, the weekend was ruined already. For a moment she thought about her parents and siblings and smiled, How she missed her parents’ love, protection and care, she was nostalgic.

To be continued...

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