Prologue

Jordan is young and married, young and stupid. She knows she made a mistake. She's treated like dirt from her husband, and can't do anything about it. She wants someone who really loves her...who'll a

My marriage was something that never should have happened. It happened so fast, so simple at the time. My parents introduced Jake to me. We dated and he seemed like the perfect gentleman. He bought me flowers,and took me out to dinners regularly. He made me feel so special, so wanted, and my heart skipped a beat every time he talked to me. My parents loved him, they welcomed him in our family right away. At the time, I could say I actually loved him. 

When we got married it was lovely. I walked down the aisle with my strapless dress, the train following behind me. The veil was hanging over my face to hide it, and when he pulled it back and we kissed, I thought I saw sparks fly as my mom cried her happy tears. 

Then after we got married, things changed. 

It happened the week we were in the Dominican Republic on our honeymoon. I was sitting on the sand, picking it up and letting it fall through my fingers, loving the smooth feel. But when I looked up, I saw Jake talking to some really skinny, showing everything off, girl. She was rubbing up against him like a cat scratching its back on a post. I thought she was forcing it on him until I noticed he made no effort to move away...in fact, he tried to get closer. 

Through that whole week of our hunny moon I saw him flirting with girls. It angered me to an extent that my head started pounding, and my stomach flared with pain. While on the vacation, I had a drink for the first time hoping it would ease my pain. Well, it didn't. 

Sleeping beside him at night was a struggle, it made me sick. I wanted to punch him and ask him how he could do that after we just got married. I found myself throwing up almost every night. 

Well, I guess flirting is better then what I found out later on. 

When we returned from our honeymoon we moved into his house, which was beautiful might I add. Sometimes I even felt like a princess while walking down the twisting stairs to the living area. The living area had two couches facing the wall which a flat screen tv was hanging on over a fireplace.

I was at work one day and my boss let me off early because he had to go run a few errands, I thought that was wonderful. I expected to go home, make dinner and talk with Jake, maybe even sort things out with him. I walked into a surprisingly quiet house, normally he had music playing or I could heard him making business calls in the other room. I had a sudden curiosity to go check the house out, and started upstairs. I went to our room first, thinking he was sleeping, and found myself gasping at what I saw... 

Although the blankets were over top them, I still knew what they were doing. I did not feel the tear that escaped my eye, and found myself stunned. I could hear him whispering to the woman, and I felt a pang in my stomach. 

I was stupid, I should have known he'd do this. 

He was obviously enjoying himself, so he was probably surprised when she stopped and suddenly looked from under the blanket. I guess she had a feeling someone was watching, you know? "What are you-" Jake started, then stopped mid-sentence when realizing I was standing there. If anything else but that was going on, I would of laughed at how his face went from total smugness to total shock. 

My feelings were everywhere, I was so upset it's impossible to explain. I wanted to run and scream, but also stay and hit him. I wanted to cry myself to sleep, but I couldn't move. 

I was stunned to an extent that my body rejected the requests to move, how could he do this to me? 

I saw Jake give an eye roll, then stand up from the bed. Of course, he was completely naked, which sent another pang through my stomach. Putting his boxers on, he stalked viciously over to me. He grabbed me by the roots of my hair, then pushed me hard against the wall. 

I took shallow breaths while my eyes darted around the room for places to run. "What are you doing?" he demanded while squeezing my hair tighter until I let out a half scream. 

"C-coming home." I responded. The pain shot through me, and I resisted the urge to let out another scream. I wouldn't give him the pleasure of knowing that he was hurting me. 

He let go, but not before one last squeeze, and pushed me aside. Then he lifted his hand and slapped me roughly across the cheek. "You wont tell anyone. And maybe, tell me when you get off work early." he growled. 

I absently touched the side of my cheek, feeling the tingling of the slap. A tear rolled over my hand and then dripped to the floor. "Why?" I managed to whisper. 

He clenched his jaw. "I don't have to answer to you!" 

Taking me by the shoulders, he pushed me from the room. "Don't come back in!" then he slammed the door, leaving me standing there. 

When realization finally hit me, I ran to the spare room on the other side of the house, jumped on the bed and sulked the whole night while asking myself what I should do, and how I got into this mess. 

I never told anyone, not even my best friends or my family. I felt like if I did, everyone would blame me and say I'm just saying that, and I still think that to this day. After that night, I slugged around the house and never did anything. Jake screamed at me about how lazy and useless I've become, and that I'm good for nothing. 

I threatened to divorce him, and when he answered with a smug look on his face I knew I wasn't getting out of this. What happened was: 

I spun around, getting sick of this. "I want a divorce!" my body trembled as I said the words I meant so much. 

He gave me a lazy smile while leaning on the couch. "I can't let you do that." 

"Oh yeah? Why not?" 

His smile grew and I wanted to wipe it off his face. Then suddenly his expression completely changed from smug, to angry. "I swear to god, if you divorce me, I won't only stay out of your life, I'll kill myself. You think I'm kidding? Go and try it." 

He had gotten me. I couldn't do that, even though I knew inside me he wouldn't kill himself, if I divorce him I'm still taking a wide chance. 

"Also," he added, "bad things will happen." 

I didn't even want to know what bad things he meant. 

That was the end of the conversation, but it seemed like it went on forever in my mind. 

He never stopped his ways, he still had an affair with girls and went to parties and such. I stayed at home, scared when he would return. I hugged my pillow, and when I heard the front door open, I'd duck on the bed and crouch...as if that would keep me safe. He'd walk in, and kiss me like everything was fine, and leave . 

That kiss always pained me. 

And then, when he told me we're moving...well, I thought my life basically ended right there. My mind was screaming for me to get out, to run far away, but if I learned anything...it's that running away from life doesn't help, if anything it makes it much worse. 

That, I find out the hard way. 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[hannajade]

great read!! Will read more!

[Briana Collins]

I love this.It kinda reminds me of my favorite movie "Enough" With jennifer lopez. lol i like this so much.

[Samantha (:]

Great! For a prologue, especially. I seriously want to know what happens. There are plenty of places for you to go back in and add a little bit more detail towards the end, which is completely optional since prologues are supposed to be relatively brief. I really liked the metaphor of her pressing her body against Jack like a cat would a post. I also really liked that, in the beginning, you showed that her parents approval and automatic willingness for her to be married off to this man really influenced her, although she didn't really come right out and say it. If a girls mother instantly improves of a man, it has great effect on her, even if she doesn't realize it. Great write, and I can't wait to see what happens next. Oh, one last thing, the sentence "When we returned from our honeymoon we moved into his house, which was beautiful let me comment." Is the one part I didn't quite like. I think it would flow much better with the absence of the phrase 'let me comment.' and almost find this part to be too brief. I'd give 2-3 more sentences describing the windows, or view, or perhaps a nice big wooden door? You could maybe hint in some foreshadowing here if anyone is going to get severely hurt within the house later on.

[Midnight_Mystery]

oooh def. grips you. i want to read more,absolutely. nice job!

[steph]

I cant see anything wrong with it either its absolutely perfect.. (Although I am a bad speller, might want someone else to chck on that

[steph]

oh my god.... to be honest, I was so wrapped up in the story I wasnt looking..lol hold on I review it twice