Daily Prompt – Bad Signal

Someone’s left you a voicemail message, but all you can make out are the last words: “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you months ago. Bye.” Who is it from, and what is this about?

Abbey burst through the front door, her arms full of shopping bags, her sunglasses fallen down on her face, keys hanging in her hand. She stumbled down the hallway towards the kitchen, attempting to drop her keys into the bowl on the sideboard. ‘Fuck!’, she growled as the keys missed the bowl and landed on the ground.

Daily Prompt – Opening Lines

What’s the first line of the last song you listened to (on the radio, on your music player, or anywhere else)? Use it as the first sentence of your post.

Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air

Sometimes I feel like throwing in the towel

Sometimes I feel like walking away and never looking back

Because sometimes it’s all just too much to take

She told me that I was her everything

I told her she was my light

But we were clearly both deluded

Especially after what I saw that night

You said you were going out with the girls

Whilst I was hanging with the guys

But I left the party early because I wasn’t feeling well

And have got that image burnt into my eyes

I saw her car in the driveway

As I pulled up outside

My keys clinking in the door

And what followed made me cry

I saw the wine bottles on the kitchen bench

And the glasses on the table

As I heard the giggles coming from above

I noticed the clothing on the floor

I saw some socks on the stairwell

which lead to some knickers by the bedroom door

I couldn’t believe the image before me

My wife in bed with another

Another woman, and our family friend

Our little girl’s best friend’s mother

I stood there watching for a moment

Trying to make sense of what I could see

And as you arched your back in absolute ecstasy

You turned and looked at me

But what really hurt the most was that you didn’t stop

My presence there didn’t phase you

Your girlfriend looked up from between your legs

And turned your head back to kiss you

She didn’t even care that I was there

Your husband, your everything

As though I didn’t exist

That just pushed me over the edge

And all I saw was red.

 

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Daily Prompt – On Bees and Efs

Do you — or did you ever — have a Best Friend? Do you believe in the idea of one person whose friendship matters the most? Tell us a story about your BFF (or lack thereof).

There are a few particular BFF’s that I could write about, but I think I’ll focus on a past BFF – ‘D’.

Daily Prompt – Adult Visions

As a kid, you must have imagined what it was like to be an adult. Now that you’re a grownup (or becoming one), how far off was your idea of adult life?

When I was a kid I had all different kinds of fucked up images of what adulthood was going to be like… and it’s nothing like I thought.

Daily Prompt – When Will I Be Loved?

Have you dreamt of becoming famous? What would your claim to fame be? Comedy? Acting? Writing? Race car driving? Go!

Well, let’s face it, at some point we all dream about being famous. Some of us finally accept the cold, harsh reality that it will never happen, and instead we have to settle for whatever life throws us.

Others, however, never stop dreaming.

Ever since I was a kid, I always dreamt about being famous… but most of the time I dreamt that I would end up becoming famous for something that I’m actually quite terrible at. For example, I’m a terrible singer, and sometimes I’d dream that I’d somehow magically develop this incredible voice and end up being discovered and find my fame as a pop vocalist.

One of my dreams always involved being famous, but not the sort of fame that the Average Joe dreams of. I always, always wanted to be a famous dancer. I wanted to be the type of talent that gets booked for international world tours dancing for people like Beyonce, Lady Gaga, Kylie Minogue etc but when I’m not on tour, I’m also doing their video clips, and being sought out for all kinds of roles on TV, or dance movies etc. And when I’m not doing any of that, I’d be teaching my own classes at some incredible dance school like Millennium or Pineapple Studios.

However, that turned out to be nothing more than a pipe dream. When I injured my spine and my entire dance career was destroyed within moments, my dreams and aspirations for fame as a dancer were destroyed with it. Don’t get me wrong, I still daydream about it… but unfortunately, that’s as close as it’s ever going to be.

Sometimes I wish I had been born a girl, and then I’d be a showgirl. I’d get contracts at Moulin Rouge and throughout Vegas, showing of these long pins of mine, whilst strapped to within an inch of my life in a corset that is completely covered with beads, sequins and diamantes… and then feathers… SO MANY FEATHERS!! Gimme a massive feathers and sequinned headpiece anyday, and this bitch will strut his shit like it’s nobody’s bizness… mmmkaayyyy!!

Now that I’ve gotten older, my focus or dreams of becoming famous have changed, and I’d like to get recognition from doing something like writing. I’d love to become a novelist. Or maybe write a hit sitcom. Then I’d be able to meet (and instantly become besties with) Kathy Griffin, Chelsea Handler and Whitney Cummings… they would then see discover that I’m funny, sarcastic and a bit of a bitch and they’d help get me regular gigs on chat shows like Chelsea Lately on the panel. *sigh*

…Maybe I need to just move to L.A. and then network the shit outta myself. Write a few sitcom scripts, pitch a few ideas to some networks and see what happens… But then what about my husband? I guess he’d have to come with me. He could use a change of scenery… heehehe

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Daily Prompt: Green-Eyed Lady

We all get jealous from time to time — what wakes the green-eyed monster for you?

Seeing as how my starsign is Scorpio, I tend to get quite wild with jealousy… even over the most stupid and insignificant things. Even sometimes I can catch myself beginning to get jealous over something stupid, and I remind myself that I’m just being an idiot.

One thing that drives me to wild murderous rage jealousy is when anybody, anybody starts to talk to Hulk. The worst offenders are on Facebook. He will post a pic, or he’ll get tagged in a photo or a status, and some guy will comment. They might think they’re being completely innocent, but I read it and alarm bells start pinging and whirring in my head, and I’m instantly ready to find out where they live and beat them down with a baseball bat.

Granted, some of them may indeed be quite innocent in what they say, but I certainly don’t ever read it that way. I’m always on the defensive. Don’t you DARE talk to my husband in ANY manner that could even remotely be interpreted as ‘suggestive’ or I will kill you.

I. will. fucking. kill. you.

Hulk thinks that I’m just overreacting. I most certainly am not. Nobody, and I mean NOBODY looks at my man ‘like that’ and gets away with it. He’s MY husband, and you can just keep your grubby hands to yourself. Find your own man, and leave mine alone!

Telling my husband how hot he looks in his singlet? Asking for trouble.

Suggesting that my husband come and cook you dinner whilst I’m away? I’ll kill you first. THEN I’ll kill Hulk!!

Commenting that you like the look of my husbands ‘meat’ when he posts a photo of a roast dinner? I’ll hunt you down and throat-punch you. With a baseball bat.

Others would consider it a positive to have a partner who gets jealous. However, I get jealous and violent. Not that I’ve ever actually acted upon anything other than visualising it in my head… but at the same time, I’ve never been pushed like that…

I suppose there’s always a ‘first’ for everything, right?

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Daily Prompt: That’s Amore

Think of your longest relationship: describe how your love has changed over time, did you go from the giddiness of infatuation, to mad passion, to deep respect, esteem, and friendship? Tell us about your love story.

It’s somewhat surreal for me to even find myself in my current relationship, simply due to the fact that this is my current relationship. I’ve never been with anybody as long as I have with Hulk, and it’s been something like six or seven years. Admittedly, it probably looks bad that I’m not even really sure how long we’ve been together, but in saying that, neither of us could work out our anniversary either, so we ended up negotiating the date and settling on a date in May.

Our relationship is something so completely different to any other relationship that I’ve ever had, probably due to the fact that it is so much more normal in comparison to any other relationship I’ve had previously – there’s only a couple of guys that I would consider of having been in a ‘relationship’ with… the others… well… it was more of a ‘casual’ kinda thing… How do I write that without making myself sounding like a man-whore? It’s not like there were many… only like two or three… if that. And you know what, they all turned out to be crazy. Like, batshit fucking crazy. God help me if I ever decide to write about those experiences… hehehe

As for Hulk and I… it’s just different. I think because it’s been consistent for so long, and we have that history behind us, and between us, where we know each other. We know how each other thinks, we know how each other works in almost every situation. We really have become a little married couple… just without the marriage.

We met through work when he was my manager and I just happen to be introduced to him. I didn’t even know that he was gay. I on the other hand, wore my sexual identity like a badge of honour. It didn’t take long after that initial meeting before we first met up outside work… then not long after that, we were standing in the street talking before he went home one night before he leant in and kissed me. We were standing under the street light, and I’d been wondering whether or not this moment was ever going to happen. I didn’t want to come on too strong as he wasn’t ‘out’ yet to many people, so wasn’t necessarily sure whether he was interested in like that.

…turns out he was.

From that innocent (and passionate kiss), we’ve lived together in two different apartments, and built a life together. Sometimes it spins me out that I’ve actually become this person living happily ever after with my faux-husband. But don’t for a second think that it’s been smooth sailing – we’ve certainly had our fair share of ups and downs and arguments over the years – just like any other couple – but I just consider them to be much worse because we’re both so incredibly stubborn, and both know how to completely blow up, lose our shit, and hold a grudge for an infinite amount of time…

Having said that, he’s my best friend.

He’s the one who always pulls me into line when I’m being a dick; he helps do my thinking for me when I’m about to fire off an abusive email; he’s the only person that I want to be with when I’m having a shit day. He calms me down. He’s the one that I come home to. He’s the one that I curl up to at night in bed. He’s the one who lets me share his pillow (and drool on it in my sleep) and not give a shit.

I love him.

I will always love him.

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Daily Prompt: Groupthink

Write a post that includes dialogue between two people — other than you. (For more of a challenge, try three or more people.)

Sophie couldn’t take it anymore. The unhappiness of her husband’s infidelity was slowly destroying her. She loved him so very much, but at the same time felt so completely betrayed by him. She had known about this for almost twelve months, but had said nothing. It also wasn’t the first time they had had major problems in their relationship. She wasn’t sure what to do, she didn’t want anybody else to know the intimate details of their marriage problems, so she kept everything to herself. Day after day, month after month, the pain just kept eating away at her, and slowly her love for this man, her husband, was becoming more and more a feeling of resentment.

She’d been wanting to say something to him for a while, but she never had the courage to do so. She was too afraid of the confrontation. She was too afraid of how he would react, especially if it was anything like that other time. She vowed to avoid anything that would lead tohim reacting like that again. But most of all, she was afraid for the kids. Her two young sons who knew nothing of the problems in their parents marriage.

Sophie: Hey Steph, it’s me.

Stephanie: Hey, what’s going on?

Sophie: *exhales* not much, just finished hanging out the washing, and put on another load. Thought I’d have a break before I start the vacuuming.

Steph: Jesus, you just don’t stop do ya? You’re like a machine… you’re always doing something, cleaning something, driving somewhere, picking up kids…

Sophie: *laughs* hehehehe yeah, tell me about it. Story of my life. Ugh, girl, I need a fucking holiday.

Steph: Well, then why don’t you and Nathan plan a little getaway somewhere? You two should go away for a long weekend or something. I’ll watch the kids, and you two can… y’know, reconnect. hehehe.

Sophie: HA! Yeah right. The last thing I’d want to do is be alone and feel obligated to reconnect.

Steph: What do you mean? It’d be great for you two. I can’t even remember the last time you two had a holiday…

Sophie: Well… there was…

Steph: *interrupting* No, you’re trip to Cairns doesn’t count, because you had the kids. When was the last time you had a break or a holiday without the kids? Just you two?

Sophie: uuummmm….

Steph: EXACTLY!! Even I’m struggling to think about it… and I reckon you haven’t had a break alone since you had J-J… and that was, what, 12 years ago or something. You’re overdue. So, why don’t you plan it… it doesn’t have to be soon.. make it for a couple of months or something…

Sophie: mmmm… nah, I don’t…

Steph: *interrupts* yeah, make it for like June – July. GO somewhere tropical so you can get a bit of sunshine. You need to get that white body into the sunshine from time to time… Or I’m gonna have to start calling you Casper.

Sophie: Hhehehe. Bitch.

Steph: Seriously, do you want me to help you plan it? it’ll be great… You just need to pick a date, and then get work to approve a day or two of leave so you can really make a proper break out of it. I’ll help you organise flights and hotels and stuff. Oh yay, now I’m excited!!

Sophie: You can’t help yourself, can you?

Steph: Not really. Besides, what are sisters for. It’ll be fun… Then when I need you to look after Emily, I’m gonna call in that favour. hehehe

Sophie: Yeah, yeah. No, I don’t think I want to go away to connect.

Steph: What do you mean?

Sophie: I mean, I think I’d rather disconnect instead.

Steph: What do you mean?

Sophie: I think I want to leave Nathan.

Steph: Wait, what?

Sophie: Yeah, I think I want to leave Nathan.

Steph: Oh my god, honey, why? What’s going on?

Sophie: Oh, well, it’s just… there’s been a few issues going on, and I’m not really sure what to do but I don’t think I want to stay married anymore. I think I want to get a divorce.

Steph: Wait, back the fuck up. You want to get divorced? Shit, honey, that’s serious. What’s wrong? Are you okay? Has he hurt you at all… I swear to god…

Sophie: No, no, it’s nothing like that. You know I’d never allow him to lay a hand on me…

Steph: Yeah, well good. If he did, I’d fucking kill him.

Sophie: Hehehe. Anyway, *sigh* I’m not sure how exactly to say this to you, but thing’s aren’t great with Nathan and I.

Steph: What? Wh-what do you mean?

Sophie: Um… there’s been a lot of problems in our marriage. A lot of problems… and I’m not sure what to do about them anymore.

Steph: What do you mean, problems? Is everything okay? Why do I not know about this? Why haven’t you said anything.

Sophie: I.. I just… I didn’t want other people to know about my personal life, because I don’t want people talking about me behind my back. I… *sigh* I just thought that I’d be able to handle everything by myself. I thought if I ignored it, then it would be fine; that it would go away and everything would go back to normal.

Steph: Um, are you kidding me? What the fuck, Soph? What’s happening? You know you can tell me anything… ANYTHING!! Why haven’t you told me anything before?

Sophie: I was too scared. I didn’t want you to judge me.

Steph: Of course I’m going to judge you, I’m your sister, that’s what I do.

Sophie: Steph…

Steph: I’m kidding. You know I’m always here for you. I’d do anything for you, I love you.

Sophie: I just don’t know what to do… I know I need to do something, but I’m not sure what. I know that our relationship has changed, well, for me it has, and I know that it’s not getting better. I know that something needs to be done, and I think that I need to divorce him. But I’m just too scared to say anything to him in case he blows up again like he did last time. I don’t want to get the kids involved, but if we get divorced, then they’re going to be involved regardless, and I don’t want to put that on them – it’s just too much too handle, and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do… I’m scared Steph…

Steph: Hang on, hang on… do you want me to come over?

Sophie: NO! No, please don’t. You know how he feels about me having people over… I don’t want to upset him.

Steph: This isn’t you. You’re acting like a scared little puppy. Do you want to meet me for coffee instead, and we can go to Luciana’s for coffee and talk?

Sophie: No, I have to be here when he gets home, or he’ll get mad again. I don’t want to make him mad.

Steph: What the fuck has gotten into you. Are you sure he’s not hurting you. Is he hurting you?

Sophie: No. Don’t be silly.

Steph: You’re acting like one of those crazy bitches from the news… those ones with abusive partners, but they love them… what’s that called again… ‘Fucking Crazy Stupid Bitch Syndrome’??

Sophie: I think you mean Stockholm Syndrome?

Steph: Whatever. Either way, that’s what you’re sounding like. You’re starting to scare me – tell me what’s going on!!

Sophie: He’s not hurting me…

Steph: SOPHIE! FUCKING TELL ME!!

Sophie: I found out Nathan had an affair.

Steph: what?

Sophie: Well, I think he had an affair.

Steph: HE FUCKING WHAT??

Sophie: I’m not entirely…

Steph: *interrupts* I’LL FUCKING KILL HIM MYSELF!!

Sophie: Steph… It’s not..

Steph: SERIOUSLY… I WILL COME OVER THERE AND FUCKING KILL HIM…

Sophie: Steph… Stop! I don’t know for sure if he’s had or is having an affair, but I’ve found stuff to suggest that maybe he is…

Steph: Well, did you ask him about it?

Sophie: No. Oh god no, of course not.

Steph: Well why the fuck not? You have a right to know!

Sophie: I only found out because I was snooping through his phone.

Steph: Well, did you have any reason to suspect anything to warrant searching his phone…

Sophie: I know it was wrong…

Steph: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? Listen to what you’re saying. You think it was wrong to go snooping through his phone, because you had reason to suspect something was wrong. How about HE SHOULDN’T HAVE BEEN HAVING A FUCKING AFFAIR IN THE FIRST PLACE TO WARRANT YOU SNOOPING AROUND!!! What a cunt!! What a dirty, low-life, scum-sucking son-of-a-cunt!!

Sophie: STEPH!! STOP IT!!

Steph: Seriously? are you kidding me?

Sophie: So anyway, I was looking through his phone one night, simply because I wanted to have a look at some of the photos we took on J-J’s birthday… but as I was flicking through them, I found a secret folder marked ‘Private’.

Steph: Well, naturally you’re going to want to see what’s in there…

Sophie: But it’s got a password on it.

Steph: OF COURSE IT DOES. Which means he doesn’t want anybody else to see what’s in it…

Sophie: Exactly. So I tried a few different password combinations, and finally unlocked it, and there they were…

Steph: What?

Sophie: An entire folder full of photos of all these different women.

Steph: What, like porn?

Sophie: Well, not unless one of those ladies happens to also be the mother of one of the kids J-J goes to school with…

Steph: WHAT?

Sophie: Yeah. There were photos of her in different types on underwear, lingerie, and a whole heap of naked ones… and even really naked ones…

Steph: What do you mean really naked?

Sophie: I’m talking like I can literally see what the bitch ate for breakfast…. or she just got fisted before taking the photo…

Steph: OH MY GOD, FUCKING GROSS!!

Sophie: Yeah… but there were a few other women in there as well. Not porn shots or anything, but actual real everyday women… So then I went through his messages. He’s been messaging a few different women as well…

Steph: What a cunt!!

Sophie: Stop using that word! I hate that word!

Steph: I know you do, but it’s the only word to describe him right now…

Sophie: Anyway, so I found a couple of different messages… going on about how he had a great time and we should meet up again… or wanting to know if they were available for a lunch-time meeting… or one of my favourites ‘next time, you can go down on me in the backrow instead’… or my personal favourite, and I quote ‘I’ll just tell her that I’m working late, and then I’m going to drive over to your place, rip your clothes off and destroy that wet pussy of yours so you can’t stand proplerly’.

Steph: *silence*

Sophie: Steph? Steph, are you there?

*silence*

Sophie: Steeeph?? Are you still there?? Damnit, I lost her…

Steph: No, No, I’m still here… I’m just… I don’t know what to say… I’m lost for words.

Sophie: Yeah… I know what you mean.

Steph: No, I just don’t know what to say, because the rage that is rapidly building inside of me is so overwhelming THAT I CAN’T STRING A FUCKING SENTENCE TOGETHER, BECAUSE ALL I WANT TO DO RIGHT NOW, IS FIND THAT FUCKING SON OF A BITCH AND LITERALLY TEAR HIM THE FUCK APART. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME WITH THIS?? SERIOUSLY?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL HIM. I WILL FUCKING KILL HIM… SOPHIE… YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND. HE’S A DEAD MAN.. A FUCKING DEAD MAN!!

Sophie: I know, I know, and this is why I didn’t tell you anything. I knew you’d get upset.

Steph: UPSET? UPSET?! REALLY? FUCKING REALLY? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? HOW CAN YOU BE SO FUCKING CALM WHEN YOUR CUNT OF A CHEATING HUSBAND IS A FUCKING ARSEHOLE!! I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU’RE NOT SO FUCKING ANGRY. I’M… I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO CALL IT…

Sophie: I think it’s called rage, and yes, I’ve been there. In fact, most of the time when I see him, I just feel pure rage, but I don’t dare confront him about it. I don’t want to upset him.

Steph: See, that’s your problem right there… ‘Crazy Bitch Syndrome’. NOBODY should ever feel like that in their relationship. Why are you so afraid to call him out on it? What’s got you so scared? You said that he’s never hit you… so then why is it that you can’t confront him and fight about it like normal people??

Sophie: I just… I can’t. Last time I confronted him about something, he got so mad. I was so scared. Not for me, but for the kids.

Steph: If he hasn’t hit you, or threatened to hit you, then there’s nothing to be afraid of. Did he threaten the kids?

Sophie: No.

Steph: Well, then did he threaten to divorce you?

Sophie: No.

Steph: Kick you out?

Sophie: No, nothing like that.

Steph: Then what? What are you so afraid of?

Sophie: *exhales* So, remember a couple of years ago, when we went to Simone and Peter’s dress-up dinner party?

Steph: Yeah.

Sophie: Well, do you remember the costumes that we had?

Steph: Yeah, um… Bonnie and Clyde or something, right?

Sophie: Yeah, well, I kept telling him about the party that was coming up, and asking him if he had any suggestions for a costume, and he said no. I asked him, and I asked him, and I asked him so many times, and then all of a sudden it was the day before, and we hadn’t organised anything, so I went to costume hire place and just got the outfits.

Steph: Yeah…

Sophie: Well, when he got home, he was already so mad, and I didn’t want to show him the costume… but it was too late, and we just had to get ready and head over straight away so we weren’t late.

Steph: Yeah…?

Sophie: He was so angry. WE were in the car and he didn’t say a word to me. Even at the party, he was acting as though everything was fine, and a couple of times when I went to kiss him, he pulled away and told me to “get the fuck away from him”.

Steph: What a prick!

Sophie: It was like that the whole night. Even after we’d gotten home. I decided to have a drink, so i opened a bottle of wine and he came into the kitchen, and got right up to my ear and said “if you ever do shit like that again, I’m going to fucking kill you, and make it look like an accident. I will shoot you in your sleep, and shoot myself to make it look like an armed robbery. Do you understand?!” And then walked off upstairs.

Steph: what. The. Fuck?!

Sophie: Yeah. I know, right.

Steph: So what did you do?

Sophie: Well, I didn’t know what to do. My husband had just threatened to kill me, Steph. The first thing I thought of was, ‘oh my god, I need to get the fuck out of this house!’, but I couldn’t leave the kids, if he was going to threaten me like that, then who’s to say that he wouldn’t do the exact same thing to the kids, or worse… And I wanted to go to the cops, but what would that do? ‘Oh, yes, excuse me officer, my husband has just threatened to kill me, but if you ask him about it, he’ll just say that I was dreaming, or I was drunk because I had a glass or two of wine, and then as soon as you leave, he’ll probably beat me to within an inch of my life, or actually kill me.’ They’ll just think I’m a raving lunatic… And then of course, what happens to the boys??

Steph: Okay, clearly you’re so incredibly fucking terrified, because you obviously don’t understand the severity of this situation, If your husband has threatened to kill you, then you do something about it. You take the kids and you get the fuck out of there. He’ll, I’ll drop everything and come with you just to make sure that you’re not alone. But apart from that, the first thing you should do is go to fucking cops.

Sophie: Yeah, I know, I know, but I was just too scared. He was already so angry, and if I involved the police he’d be even more upset because I went behind his back and told somebody else about our business.

Steph: bitch, you have lost the fucking plot. What do you mean? He’d get upset because you told somebody…. You mean BECAUSE YOU TOLD SOMEBODY THAT YOUR BATSHIT FUCKING CRAZY HUSBAND THREATENED TO FUCKING KILL YOU!! No, sorry, that’s just totally fucked up. You, are totally fucked up.

*pause*

And you mean to tell me, that you’ve been having to deal with this for the last few years?

Sophie: …yeah.

Steph: And you’ve never told anybody about this.

Sophie: Nope. You’re the first person I’ve ever told.

Steph: I’m so glad that you finally told somebody. This is not on. We need to do something. We need to go to the cops. We need to get you and the boys out of there sooner rather than later. Have you got any cash out away?

Sophie: Um, we’ve got a bit saved up in one of our savings accounts…

Steph: Right. I’ve got a bit of cash saved up as well. I’m getting you out of there. We’ll pack up some stuff and disappear.

Sophie: Well, I can’t just disappear without saying anything. Can you imagine what would happen? Steph! No! I can’t!

Steph: Well you can’t stay there. Even if you want to take a chance that he’s just full of shit and just shooting his mouth off, it’s not safe for you there.

Sophie: I know what you’re saying, trust me, I hear what you’re saying, but this has been going on for so long already…

Steph: Oh, so then his bark is worse than his bite.

Sophie: Well, I have been making sure that I don’t do anything to instigate a situation. I know where the line is, and I know not to cross it. It’s been fine, so long as I don’t cross the line, but when he does, then it’s pretty bad.

Steph: I don’t want to hear this any more. I just want to get you out of there. Now. I need you to get out of there NOW!!

Sophie: *sigh*… No, you’re starting to overreact. I get that you’re worried, trust me, honey, I get that and I love you for being so protective, but I don’t need to just… runaway from everything. I can’t. I just can’t.

Steph: But what if you stay and something happens. I mean, it’s not like he’s actually going to shoot you, but it’s bad enough that he’d make threats like that… as though he’s put perhaps a bit too much thought into that whole situation.

Sophie. Well, I did go and make sure that there were no bullets in the gun. I threw them away in the rubbish.

Steph: Huh?

Sophie. The gun. Nathan’s gun. I know where he hides it, and I’ve thrown out all the bullets.

Steph: Hang on.. HE’S GOT A GUN?!?

Sophie: Well, yeah, why do you think he says he’s going to shoot me. He’s told me a number of times that there’s a bullet with my name written on it…

Steph. I can’t listen to this any more. This is just spiraling out of control more and more every time you open your god damn mouth. Now, either you get your shit together and you go to the cops and turn that bastard in…  or I’ll fucking do it for you.

Sophie: …Steph…

Steph: No. I’m fucking serious. You might be the crazy bitch in your bullshit marriage, but that shit is a mess and you need to involve the police. Bottom line: call the cops.

Sophie: …Steph, don’t be like that.

Steph: No. I’m not prepared to take a chance… either you call the cops, or I will.

Sophie hears movement in the next room

Sophie: Shit. Honey, I gotta go. I’m not going to call the cops and neither are you. Just drop it. Love you. I’ll call you later. I gotta go. Bye. bye.

Steph: Soph! Wait… I…

Sophie hangs up the phone and takes a moment to lean against the sink. She let out a great big sigh as she looked out the window and into the distance. She felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She felt as though this moment was the beginning of the end, or at least the next chapter of her life. She stood up and turned around and let out a shriek.

Sophie: JESUS! Nathan you scared the shit out of me

Nathan: Sorry dear. Are you okay?

Sophie: I didn’t hear you come in. You startled me.

Nathan: So who were you talking to?

Sophie: Oh nobody. Just Steph.

Nathan: Uh-huh. And what were you talking about?

Sophie: Oh nothing, just a bit of a catch up.

Nathan. Oh, okay. So you two weren’t plotting and scheming?

Nathan started to walk around the end of the island bench towards Sophie. Sophie, meanwhile started to back-away with extreme cautfion.

Sophie: I… I don’t know what you’re talking about…

Nathan: Oh, okay. So you weren’t talking about running away and calling the cops?

Sophie: No, of course not. Don’t be stupid.

Nathan suddenly lunged at Sophie. She jumped back, but he grabbed her dress, ripping the material as she frantically tried pulling away from him. His hand slipped, and she tripped over his forearm, stumbling briefly before falling down. She kicked her legs as a means to try and escape, but it didn’t work. He grabbed her ankles, and pulled her across the floor as she tried to claw away from him. She kicked and she screamed, as he pulled her closer, until he had climbed on top her. She tried shaking as violently as she good, but to no avail. With one of his hands, he grabbed her tightly around the throat and slowly began to squeeze. The colour in her face started to change colour, and she began struggling to breathe. He knew that all he needed to do was just squeeze a little harder and she’d be out cold. Permanently. Then he realised that he’d be charged with first-degree murder, and he couldn’t go through that.

*SMACK!*

There was the sound of an almighty smack. Sophie screamed and turned her head away.

Nathan: SEE WHAT YOU MAKE ME DO? WHY DO YOU DO THIS?

Sophie was left laying on the floor shaking, crying, and nursing the bright red hand-print on the side of her face.

Nathan: I TOLD YOU, YOU STUPID BITCH! I FUCKING TOLD YOU NOT TO CROSS ME. EVER!!

Sophie: *through her tears* I’m so sorry darling. I didn’t do anything. It was all Stephanie. She was doing all the talking. I kept telling her she was being ridiculous. I’d never do anything to upset you like that. I love you, baby. I love you so much. I’m sorry that I upset you.

Nathan stood up, and stood over Sophie, before unleashing a powerful and brutal kick to her abdomen, completely winding her and making her double over in excruciating pain. She coughed and wheezed as she tried to gulp down some oxygen, choking from her damaged oesophagus.

Sophie rolled over to see Nathan walking away and up the stairs. She let out a deep, painful moan as she held her abdomen. She took a moment to compose herself, before she began to crawl onto her hands and knees and use the back of a kitchen stool to help her stand up. She managed to make it to her feet, and slumped over the stool in sheer agony, and crying uncontrollably.

From the other end of the kitchen she heard a voice.

JJ: Mummy, are you okay? Why did daddy hurt you again?

Sophie felt as though her entire world has just crumbled around her. The last thing she ever wanted was for either of her children to witness something so horrific. Needless to say she didn’t know how to react if they saw it a second time.

Daily Prompt: My Number One

Who is the most important person in your life? Describe that person in as great a detail as you can muster and most importantly, tell us why you cherish this person.

Well, naturally, this would be Hulk.

We’ve been together for nearly six years now, and he’s my best friend.

He’s the one person who’s managed to put up with my randomness and my bullshit for this long, and vice-versa. He means the world to me. Sometimes he can make me so incredibly happy, and at other times he can piss me off so much I just want to walk out and never come back.

We love and we fight and we laugh and we yell just like any other couple. He looks after me, and I look after him. Sometimes I don’t really understand why he loves me. He says he does, but I truly am baffled as to why. Sometimes I wonder why he’s still with me, because I can be a downright nasty bitch, but he’s still here which speaks volumes about him.

He’s the one who looks out for me. He’s the one who’s got my back.

He’s my husband and my man-child all at once. He’s the one who will be by my side and hold my side with love and happiness in his eyes whether it’s holding my hand out at a social event, or whether it’s in our pj’s on the couch.

He’s my entire world. He’s my everything. I love him so much.

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