unspoken promises

VIOLET

One, two, three. I close my eyes, expecting the next blow to land on my face.

his palm land across my face, a burning sting exploding across my face. my brown skin turns a deep shade of red. I felt the impact of the blow all over my body.

I was too tired, too weak, and my eyes were not teary.

I wanted to cry, scream, fight back, but it was of no use, I lay curled on the floor.

Damon's eyes were dark, darkness that I knew all too well. This was not the first time he hit me, and I know it is definitely not the last.

He leaned in closer, his dark eyes filled with warmth and remorse.

I forced a shaky smile and told him how sorry I was.

Damon, perfecting his gentle act, he whispered to me with voice trembling, Violet, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, I am sorry, don't leave me, I love you, if you hadn't pushed me to the brim, I wouldn't have hurt you.

I looked at him and told him that I loved him.

He gently lifted me to lay me on our bed. I laid motionless, starting at the ceiling and waiting for it to be over.

He came back with a warm towel to clean my face.

The feel of the towel on my skin jolted my body, and I shifted back on instinct.

He told me to stay still, grabbing a fistful of my hair and forcing me in place to clean my face. His eyes darkened a bit, and I expected another hit, I closed my eyes, bracing myself up for it.

Damon notices that i closed my eyes. He drops the towel on the stool, he hugs me tightly, gently caressing my hair, his fingers wrapping around my curls.

He tilted my head to the side, his breath hot against my ears, and whispered, you'll never escape me, you are mine to use as I please, mine forever.

I didn't make an attempt to defy him, I learnt the hard way to never defy him.

No one defies Damon and is left unscathed.

He picked up the towel and continued wiping my face.

He left the room but not before telling me not to do anything silly.

I heard the sound of the door click locked, I was trapped and alone in my own world.

I stopped trying to escape two years ago.

I lost my entire world two years, the very man I had thought was loving, turned into a monster right here, before my very own eyes.

I close my eyes for twenty minutes, not thinking, not moving, but blank. I find peace being void of emotions.

It's not like there's ever anything peaceful in Damon Fletcher's world.

I dragged myself across the bed and forced myself into the bathroom. My entire body was screaming in pain.

I stare blankly into my own reflection, my ones radiant skin now dull, my jet-black bouncy curls have faded into a dull tangled mess, and I didn't recognise the woman in the mirror anymore.

The woman staring at me is the powerless, weak, and frail Violet this monster had turned me into.

A thought of a knight in shining armour flickered in my head, but I dismissed it as soon as it came.

I clean my face, wincing at the ache, and apply ointment on my newly forming bruise. The old ones fade.

I stayed in the bathroom for a little longer and prepared myself mentally to avoid Damon tomorrow and perfect the role of being the trophy wife he wants.

A diamond outside but behind closed doors, I was nothing, a tool to satisfy Damon.

I know there is no saving me anymore, Damon controls the majority of Las Vegas.

I slip into my bed, and the darkness of the night dissolves so fast.

I woke up to the sound of my door unlocking. It was Agatha, my keeper, a woman in her late 60s. She helped me out of my bed and began her work for the day, serving.

I went into the bathroom to have my bath, ignoring my reflection throughout.

I came out in my towel, ignoring the ache on my body and applying makeup over my bruises, covering any evidence of the abuse. I slipped into a black dress that hugged my curves in the right places, finished with my favourite scents, I had my breakfast , and headed downstairs, I greeted the bodyguards in a loving way, forcing the ache in my voice away.

Damon was waiting downstairs already. He held my hands and planted a kiss on my forehead, perfecting the role of a gentle husband.

we walked hand in hand out the mansion and into his car, the drive to his office was short and quiet.

outside, the media was waiting, throwing questions, but the bodyguard guided us to the entrance. Damon answered a few questions, and I also answered some.

For the grand finale, we kissed, playing the role of a couple totally smitten by each other.

He had a meeting with some investors, and I am very sure it had to do with the family business, the underworld. I went to my floor, starting my work of the day.

I got hungry and placed a call to the receptionist, I had no reply, deciding to go downstairs myself to get something to eat.

in my hurry, I bumped into something hard or someone, the impact made me lose balance, I braced myself to feel the hardness of the floor but never felt it, instead I felt icy cold hands on my back, he helped me up and I said my thank you.

I looked up to see his brown eyes looking gently at me. He was handsome, his suit tailored perfectly, his haircut framing his face amazingly.

he had sharp features, he was well over 6 feet, and it felt as if I was spell bounded. Till I heard my husband's voice saying I see you have met my beautiful wife, Violet.

The man looked down and said Violet, a beautiful name for a beautiful woman, heat flushed my face.

He smiled gently at me, and I felt my heart skip a beat at the compliment. We were lost in our moment. Damon cleared his throat, and i felt his eyes burn at the back of my head, and he asked what was wrong, Violet. i told him I was hungry, and I came down to order something. He faked concern and called for someone to get me whatever I needed.

Damon crossed the distance between us, placed his hands on my waist, and said he needed to attend to the man before me. He told me to go upstairs.

The stranger told me to wait, and he looked at me and said, "I am sorry for bumping into you, I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings, I told him it was fine and scurried into the elevator.

I felt my heart beat faster than usual, I felt an emotion I hadn't felt in a long time, but I ignored it.