Perfect Love

I stood in front of the mirror. The pain of yet another blow on my face still lingering "Amanda, stop sulking already get out here NOW" i heard Tom's voice outside the bathroom door. Guess it's one of those many nights that i won't sleep. Not like I always do anyway. I turn on the faucet and wash the blood off my face with all the make up I had on. "Give me a second" i tell him, hopping my voice is not shivering like my body is. I remember the first day i had met Tom. He's blue eyes were the first thing that caught my attention. I've always been a sucker for blue ocean eyes. We went out on a few days until he finally popped the question. And the naive me accepted it blindly. I didn't know what a wicked man he really was until I was standing on the alter. My Cinderella wedding dress as white as the snow and my silver blond hair styled to perfection, As i said the words i regret to this day, I do.. I should have known better. The first week of our life as a married couple should have been the first signs. But who would ever doubt Tom Hanthrop. Every girls dream but my biggest nightmare. I had no say in anything and when i did say a word against him it would result to nights like today. Him drunk. The house a mess. And my face a punching bag. i turn off the faucet and smoothen my night dress. Well, at least what's left of it anyway. Some of it's material in his hands. I turn the door nob and find him standing there. His eyes on me and yet another bottle of tequila in hand. I stare at him blankly. Four years into this life taught me not to show any emotion. "woman! how many times do i have to tell u never to never ever cross my path?" he slurs and i know I'm mere minutes before his hand is on my face. "stop looking at me !" he throws the bottle down and the shattering sound is deafening. I divert my gaze to the picture at the top of the dresser. One of the looks i hate most. My smile. It's so fake that even I can't stand it. One of the many things i have to do as the Mrs. Hanthrop, fake my smile, fake the love between my husband and I, then sign off money to charity just like that. "is everything okay miss?" I hear Dalia's voice from the door. The glass shatter must have woken her up. Tom looks at me waiting for me to make beep and all hell will break loose. He gathers a handful of my hair and motions for me to do as expected. "I'm fine Dalia go to bed" i lie again. It has become part of me until i lost count of how many times I've lied. He let's go of my hair and I fall down with a thud. " useless wife" he spats his insults like always, grabs his jacket and off he goes.