I dedicate this entire story to my love, Shany~ She has helped with this from the start and she's just...indescribable to me. Follow her on twitter scarletletterx This is Niley by the way.
If you would ask anyone that has ever known me if I'd be caught dead standing in a kitchen, wearing an apron, and playing house wife; they'd laugh in your face. I was a strong, independent woman— well girl— back when I had a dream. I set goals for myself and always achieved them. I had a good head on my shoulders and a clear vision of the future.
But that was then and this is now. And right now I was standing in a kitchen, wearing an apron, and being a house wife.
My husband, Liam, is the reason I didn't continue on chasing my dreams but he was my dream. I met him my freshmen year of college. He was everything that I'd been looking for in a man. He set a goal and he wouldn't stop at nothing to achieve it, like me.
He instantly swept me off of my feet. We dated up to my third year of college then we got married. Well, we eloped, same thing. Liam didn't want me to work my little fingers to the bone. He said he wanted to cherish me and provide me with a life full of everything I would ever need. So I dropped out of college, became a wife, and sat back as Liam took care of the rest.
For awhile, I was in heaven. Married life was great. Great husband. Great life. Great sex. Everything was perfect. Until half way in when Liam's job started to take a hit. He works in the field of construction and because of the economy, jobs have been lost causing profits to plummet.
Resulting in this, I've experienced a different side of Liam. I've been walking on egg shells around him for so long. Honestly, he scares me. I've put my heart and soul into being supportive and caring, just like any good wife would do but he wipes me off his boot as if I'm dog feces. He yells at me constantly over the smallest things. Even when we're intimate he tells me what I'm doing wrong or that he can't stand to look at me. I feel like his whore sometimes but my love for him is still here and I'm willing to fix it. He's all I've got and if he isn't worth saving than what is?
The slamming of a door is the greeting that I've accustomed myself to expect. I've finished putting the final touches on our dinner plates and walk them over to the kitchen table just as Liam enters.
"Hi, baby," I greet and set the plates down on the mahogany table. I move to give him a hug but I'm interrupted by his loud, booming voice.
"Chicken? Again!" My smile drops seeing his disgusted expression. His lip is snarled and his veins are tensed.
I summon up all the courage I can at the moment and prepare my explanation. "But it's your favorite. I thought I'd ma— "
"Oh you just thought?" He throws his arms up and reaches for his plate, "Why don't you stop thinking and start doing something right for a change?" The follow up to his words is more heart shattering than any harsh thing he could every speak.
I flinch as the white plate hits the wall and the broken pieces of porcelain hit the waxed floor. I can feel the slight tremor run through my body as I try my best to suppress my tears.
"Clean this up," he spats. He shakes his head in disgust and stalks up the stairs.
Once he's out of site, I sink to my knees. I place my hand over my mouth to shrink the sounds of my crying. I know he won't approve of my tears. I take a few deep breaths and calm myself enough so that I'm able to clean up his – my mess.
I gather the bigger pieces that were once apart of a whole into the palm of my hand. Then I salvage the smaller pieces by sweeping them up with a broom and into a dust pan. In the end, everything ends up in the trash.
I don't have an appetite anymore so I scrap the untouched food into the garbage as well. Once I've scrubbed my plate to the point my fingers are sore, I head upstairs to join my husband in bed.
I creak the door open slowly, hoping it doesn't make a sound. All lights are off and I see the form of Liam's body under the covers. I tiptoe over to the closet and strip out of my day clothes then replace them with sweats and a camisole. I quietly slip into my side of the bed. I'm as far away from him as I can possibly get without tumbling to the floor.
My eyes are wide open, staring into the endless space of darkness. The humming sound of nothingness is all that can be heard throughout the house. That and the beating of my own heart thumping in my ears.
The sound of rustling fabric slices through the silence. I hear him before I feel his arm falling around my waist and his nose gliding along the curve that my ear and shoulder create. I try squirming away from him but he grips my body tighter.
"Liam, I'm tired," I whisper.
"Well, I'm not," he growls and slips his hand into my sweats and panties.
I try in vain to squeeze my thighs together but his movements become harsher. He pushes me on my back so that he is towering above me. My bottoms are pulled off and I'm exposed.
I do as he commands. My face is pushed into the pillows and his naked skin is skimming mine. I close my eyes and inhale sharply as he rips through me. My whimpers and shrieks are muffled by the pillow.
Another night of useless sleep is what I endure. I can't move my face due to the sticky residue left by my tears. The sun is coming up and that's my cue. I have to go pack lunch for an unappreciative husband and listen to him go through a check list of everything that is wrong with it. Then cry once he leaves and start cleaning and grocery shopping and cooking for the same husband that will come home in a fouler mood and yell obscenities at me then I'll cry more and let him have his way with me and repeat the cycle the very next day.
Let's just get this over with.
I go straight downstairs and start making Liam's favorite sandwich; Philly Cheese Steak. I think he will like it but I'm not allowed to think so what do I know? I make him a fruit salad and pack him a water bottle. As I roll up the brown paper back he steps into the kitchen.
I'm able to curve my lips into a small smile and hand him the bag, "Your lunch, babe."
He unrolls the bag and takes a look at what's inside. "I'll just eat out for lunch," he shoves the bag into my chest and stalks off. I jump at the sound that the slammed door makes.
Can I really live like this for the rest of my life? Granted, everything might change with time but that's then...not now. And now, I can't take it anymore. This wasn't what I wanted for myself. I can't believe that my life has turned out like this. I haven't had contact with any family members in almost 2 years. I don't even have my degree. Liam is all I have. Sad, but true.
No, the old Miley wouldn't except this. There is no 'stuck' for her. You pick yourself up, dust off your ass and climb back to the top.
Failure is not an option.
Defeat is not an option.
Should I go back to being the old Miley? Before Liam? Before I dropped everything for him? Before I gave up my life? Yes. Yes. I can do this and I will.
I drop the dingy brown sack and run toward the stairs. Before I get there I turn and head back to the kitchen. I stomp on the bag twice then turn to leave again. I run up the flight of stairs two at a time and sprint to the bedroom.
There are no suitcases just one duffel bag. It will have to do. I stuff as many panties, bra's, clothes, and toiletries into it as possible. I quickly change into jeans and a purple V-neck and slip on my old converse.
On the nightstand beside our bed, Liam leaves me some cash for grocery shopping. I stuff all of it into my bra.
I think I have everything necessary. Can I really do this? Where will I go? I have no clue but I really can't survive another day here. I've had enough.
Standing at the front door I scan the house for the last time. Was I really going to spend every waking hour here, serving him? Ha, not anymore. I use all of my pent up frustration from the past 6 months and convert it into strength then slam the door as hard as I can. I feel the ground beneath me vibrate. I turn and start walking down the city street with a smirk on proud display.
The old Miley is back and she's taking no prisoners.
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