My Vampire Knight

I always thought that fairytales were just fairytales. My mother always read to me all different fairytales, but my favorite has always been Cinderella. I loved how my mother would read the story to me. She always told me that I would one day find my prince charming and that I would live happily ever after. My mother told me that my father was her Prince, but he passed away before I was born. She would say that if my father was alive, he would have been my protector and love me so much. I would be his little princess. That was all before she passed away when I was at the age of fifteen. I have lived with my Grandmother from then till I turned eighteen. My Grandmother continued my mother's stories, to help keep her alive. She would also tell her own legends of wolves and vampires that were passed down through the family. On Grandmother's death bed she told me that some legends are true and that I should keep my mind open to everything around me. That not everything in this world is as it seems. I am now twenty-six years old and married to Jack Sitters. He was five foot nine inches, well built with a small amount of muscles; green eyes; shaved on the sides with enough short brown hair to put up in a ponytail or bun; with an Alabama tan skin. Everything about him speaks Alabama. One of the things that made me notice him in the first place was his country accent. As I got to know him, I fell in love with his personality. I guess even that was a lie as our relationship progressed. In the beginning of our relationship, which was four years ago in 2018, everything was perfect. We were the perfect couple. Then he proposed to me April of 2019. It started out with him verbally degrading me, telling me that I couldn’t do anything right. He told me that I was too stupid to hold a job and forced me to quit so that I could stay home to take care of him and the house. Each time he would verbally hurt me, the next day he would bring me flowers or a present saying he was sorry and that he wouldn’t do it again. He would tell me that he loves me, and I would just forgive him. Then a year later we got married and he really got abusive. Our honeymoon was when the hitting started. We spent our honeymoon in Pensacola, Florida. Whenever I did anything wrong while we were sightseeing or on the beaches, he would beat me for embarrassing him in public. After our honeymoon the beatings got worse. To the point that I stopped going out or answering calls from friends and family. They all knew something was wrong, but I couldn’t tell them that my so-called prince was not so much of a prince. They eventually stopped talking to me after a few months of me dismissing their help. I can’t help but feel that I have disappointed my mother because I did not have the life that she wanted me to have. My alarm goes off at 4:30am. I turned over onto my side, reaching over and shutting off the alarm before it woke up Jack, my husband. If the alarm woke him up, I would be in big trouble and be in for punishment. I am still hurting from last night's punishment. I didn't have dinner on the table on time, at 6:30pm, when he got off work. So, he decided to throw me across the room onto the kitchen counter and beat me till I almost passed out. If I pass out, I get an even worse punishment when I come to. I am pretty sure I have a few bruised ribs that I should go get checked out, but I have chores to do. No matter how much I hurt, I must get up and get started on doing the morning chores and get breakfast done before he gets up. I get up and I quickly grab a pair of sweatpants, a plain blue t-shirt, a sports bra, and a pair of panties. I used to dress to impress but ever since the beatings started, I stay in the house most of the time. What is the point of dressing up when I don’t go anywhere? Anytime I tried dressing in my normal clothes he would accuse me of cheating on him and would rip my clothes off, then beat me. I ran across the hall to the bathroom and took a five-minute shower. I jumped out and quickly looked over my body in the mirror. I have some new bruising added to the old bruising from my punishment last night. I didn’t get dinner done on time before he got home from his office job at five o’clock in the evening. My body is not as fit as it used to be, as I have lost weight and some muscle mass due to missing meals. Jack will refuse to let me to eat if I don’t, please him in certain ways. My hair is blond and has a stringy look to it. It doesn't have the healthy shine and bouncy look to it anymore. My gray and blue eyes don't have the shine to them like they used to either. I look like I am worn out and about dead. As I was standing there looking at how poorly I was looking, I realized that I needed to get dressed and get started on my chores before he woke up. My first chore of the day was getting his laundry started, so I grabbed all the clothes I could find in the bathroom and our bedroom, then went to head downstairs to the basement and throw in our clothes. I then went back upstairs to the bathroom to clean up my mess and place his work clothes in the bathroom. As I get done getting the bathroom sorted the washer went off, so I went back downstairs to put the clothes in the dryer. After switching the laundry and getting the new load started, I went to the kitchen to get breakfast started. Jack likes the same breakfast every morning, scrambled eggs with mayo on white bread, with medium crisp bacon, a bowl of mixed fruit or a banana, a fresh cup of coffee, and a small glass of milk. If I don't do it exactly how he likes it, I will be in for another punishment. Sometimes when he is nice, and I do everything to perfection he would allow me to have the left-over eggs and bacon in the pane for breakfast. As I started cooking, I could hear his alarm go off. I listened as he got out of bed, walking across the room to our bathroom, getting into the shower. At this I looked over at the sink and realized all the dishes from last night and now this morning is still there. I quickly wash the dishes in cold water, dry them, and put them away as I won't get in trouble. Once I have that done, I start setting up the table with the normal breakfast items. I set the table with two plates: one plate for me and one empty glass in front of my plate with utensils. As for his table setting, he got one plate in front of his seating, one glass of milk and a coffee cup with freshly made coffee. I am just finishing placing his plate of food and drink as he comes down the hallway to the kitchen. I see that he is holding a pile of clothes as he walks into the dining room. I look at the pile of clothes hoping that they are not more dirty clothes. He walks up to the table as I continue to stand in the doorway to the kitchen. I can’t tell if he is upset or what he is thinking. "Good morning, Pet." Jack says with a slight yawn. "Good morning, Sir." I said back to him with my head slightly downward. He sits down at the head of the table and picks up his sandwich, taking a bite. Jack slowly chews, as if testing the quality of the food and says, "Good job you made my breakfast to perfection. You may go make yourself something to eat." I responded right away with a curt nod, "Thank you, Sir!" With that I thought maybe I was in the clear. Maybe I didn’t do anything wrong because he is allowing me to eat. But I couldn’t be more wrong. I got up right away to go to the kitchen and serve up the left-over breakfast items, which wasn't much, but at least I can eat something after missing lunch and dinner. After I got my plate, I went back to the table and sat in the chair across from Jack. He watches me as I start to eat. I must eat slowly because my stomach is not able to handle so much food all at once anymore. Once I realized that he was staring at me, I started getting a sinking feeling in my stomach like I was about to regret whatever I may or may not have done. I pause in eating, thinking back to everything I have done in the last couple of days that would grant this feeling, but nothing comes to mind. I looked up at him with my eyes slightly cast down so as not to look him in the eyes and asked, "Sir, can I ask why you are staring at me? Did I do something wrong?" Jack clicks his tongue at me with annoyance, in a clip, tone says, "Can I not stare at my beautiful wife as she eats the meal she made?" "I-I g-guess you c-can.", I stammered nervously, afraid that my answer may cause him to get angry. Jack goes back and stares at me. Suddenly, he gets up and walks to my end of the table, he places his pointer finger under my chin, tilting my head up to look him in the eyes and asks, "Did you forget to do something this morning?" I once again try to remember what all I have or haven't done. When I came up blank, I slowly stammered, "N-n-no." I saw anger flash in his eyes and the next thing I knew, he's pulling my hair, forcing my head further up, as he shoves his face closer to mine, yelling at me, "What do you mean no?" "I-I-I s-showered, t-th-then did the l-lau-laundry, d-did the d-dishes, a-an-and m-made y-you breakfast. W-wh-what e-else did I m-mi-miss?" "What do you mean what else did you miss?", Jack yelled at me, as he slaps me across the face, "YOU MISSED MY WORK CLOTHS!" Holding my face as tears slowly fell from my eyes, I cried, “But I put all the clothes from the bathroom and the bedroom in the washer. I was about to go change the dryer again." "I found my work clothes still in the bathroom next to the toilet and the sink! I now must take the damn day off work because you didn't wash my f*****g work clothes!", he screamed at me, this time punching me in my stomach. “B-but I grabbed th-them a-a-all! I d-di-didn’t s-see any more clothes, I pro-pr-prom-promise!” I yelled back. I shouldn’t have done that because he then got even more furious with me. He landed even harder punches and kicks to my stomach and abdomen.