MARRIED BY MISTAKE

“Let me out of here, let me out, right now!” I screamed, and my heart traveled to the worst places in the world. “You'll remain there until you've learned your lesson,” Jason replied. He's my husband, my life, my everything, the man who saved me when I was about to die. That man changed somehow and now, he's filled with hatred and anger towards me. This is the story of the pain and torment I went through with my husband, Jason Davies, as well as my life's biggest nightmare. *** “Shut up!” he raised his voice, startling me in the process. . “I said shut up,” he repeated, stepping up and his hand flew across my face. He slapped me. “Jason, I'm your wife.” I was trying to make him realize that I didn't deserve to be treated in such a way. I asked Jason to come with me to our company's annual event: The Michaelson's Annual Summit, and his response was a slap, probably because he now hates me and doesn't want to be seen anywhere with me. “You want me to look like your puppet before the whole world. "In fact, tell them that I beg for bread from you,” he scoffed. He was referring to the current status of our family, since I am the provider, having inherited two hundred billion dollars worth of companies, with him coming from humble beginnings. “Jason, that's not what I meant. "I simply wanted us to go together as husband and wife,” I explained. Besides, my intentions are pure and if I had known that he would be this angry, I wouldn't have brought it up. I would have probably gone alone. “Husband and wife, husband and wife, when you are not stupid. You must be very, very stupid. In fact, you're insane. You've gone mad!” “I'm sorry sir.” I apologized. “You're sorry,” he repeated, and I trembled. I took the initiative to take a step backward since he was drawing closer to me. “What do you take me for?” he started again. I took another step backward. “Did you even ask for my permission before deciding that you would go?” His question made me realize that truly I didn't ask like he instructed me to always do. That explains why he's so angry. “I'm sorry sir,” I said, my heart beating heavily while I took further steps backward. “I see it more clearly. You don't respect me at all.” “That's not true. "I love and respect you so much,” I said. How can he say that when I quit my job at Michaelson's Global Company [MGC], my inheritance was just to please him and even made him the CEO? “Now, you're saying I'm lying. "You're calling me a liar.” he retorted. “No, no, you're not a liar.” I said finally, then my back crashed onto the wall. As soon as they did, Jason roared. “Come here, you're too stubborn.” He then grabbed me by my hair. “Jason, you're hurting me. "Please,” I begged. “I've not even started.” He then dragged me down towards the basement. “You're so stupid,” he said after I begged again, his hand traveling straight to my face as he smashed it hard. This time, I felt flat on the ground in the basement. “All this time, you haven't learned anything. "A little punishment will help reset your mind,” he said, then locked me in one of the dark rooms in the basement. I couldn't help but feel helpless, knowing that there was a time Jason would beg, pleading on bare knees at a single sense of disappointment from me. I would be wrong, yet he would apologize like his lifeline was in danger; like his life depended on it. He would beg and beg, making me feel so bad for getting angry. There were also times when he'd be so made the moment he sensed a bit of my frustration due to work stress. Our love bloomed like the first cherry blossom. Our love story was spoken about almost everywhere in Illinois. During special night-outs, he would hold my bag, with his other arm very tight around my waist. Deep in my heart, I wondered what manner of man God had sent down from heaven to me. Soon, I began to question if he truly was a God-send. My love for my husband is point-blind; so much that I questioned myself the day these thoughts ran in. “Jason, please!” I screamed again, and my voice echoed in the dark and suffocating room I was stuck in. “Jason, I'm begging you for God's sake. "Please don't do this to me.” I begged again with my heart racing like a fast drum beat. “Shut up!” he yelled again. God, please, this man knows I'm scared of the dark. Now, I really started panicking, adrenaline rushing too fast. I looked around me; too scared. I looked again. Suddenly, I felt someone was also in the room with me, or maybe I was finally losing my mind. I won't be surprised. Right from childhood, I always ended up being thrown into dark rooms by my step-mom in a bid to punish me for things I was always guiltless of. I told Jerry about my childhood trauma years after we met, and I can't believe that he's using my biggest weakness against me. “Jason!” I screamed again, but slowly I began to feel dizzy, my thoughts became ragged and scattered. And I can swear on anything that footsteps were really approaching and at a very fast pace. “I said shut up!” I heard him scream again. With my heart racing out of control, I began to imagine things. I pinched my hair in fear and shut my eyes instantly. Suddenly, I slumped on the floor with my feet tightly-knitted, shivering like a defeated rabbit. I was tired of yelling and the things I was seeing nearly drove me insane, but then I heard the door unlock as the keys dangled from outside and its knob shifted. The start of the light seeping into the once-totally-dark room felt like life had just walked in. I was too weak to see and feel the speed that Jerry was coming at me with as he entered the room, but when I noticed, it was too late. The first hint of awareness was a huge blow across my face, then he began to hit me, all over like he was mounting on a dummy. He punched and punched in a fit of rage, screaming and muttering the same words, “I told you to shut up.” He repeated, then punched me some more. The cycle was repeated till I felt nothing and sensed nothing. I BELIEVE I FAINTED!