Matured Stories

My Hell – Season 1 – Episode 3



My head was spinning, I could feel my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Peter stood over me. He put me on my side and stuck his fingers down my throat, making me puke. When I woke again I was tucked in bed, Peter was sat at the side of the bed with his hands on his head. He lifted his head up, that’s when I saw tears rolling down his face. When he noticed I had woken up, he turned around and grabbed my hand. I flinched at his touch, waiting for his fists to reign down on me. But they didn’t come. Nothing happened, he just held my hand as tears poured from his eyes. He let go of my hand eventually and moved closer to me. My body tensed up, I didn’t want him near me. I wanted him out. I didn’t want him to save me, I didn’t want to be here anymore. I didn’t want to be anywhere near him.

“I’m sorry.. I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry.” He cried over and over but still I couldnt talk, my mouth was dry and I had no words.

“I’m a monster. Help me Jodie” he pleaded.

I looked at him blankly and for the first time in months I saw the man I fell in love with, he was back. My loving husband was back. I reached across for the water that was placed on the bedside table. Peter leaned over me and held it to my lips. I gulped it back.

“I’m going to get help Jodie. Please don’t leave me.” He begged after I had a drink.

Call me stupid but just looking at my husband now, the man I married I agreed to stay, to work on our marriage on the condition he got help. He kissed my forehead before leaving the room. After a few minutes he came back in with a box, he placed it on my knee. I opened the box to find my phone, laptop and keys sat inside. Peter lowered his head “After finding you like that, something inside of me snapped, the things I’ve done to you Jodie are disgusting and unforgivable and I honestly have no idea how or why I changed like that. I’m so sorry.”

I could only nod along. I didn’t know what to say to him anymore. Too much had happened and he was right what he did to me was unforgivable. I just wanted to believe my loving husband was back. Peter let me rest for a while before coming to check how I was. He brought me a cup of tea and made me some toast. Once I finished with the tea and toast he wiped the crumbs off the bed, tuck me in before kissing me on the forehead. For months he became someone I hated but now my loving husband seemed to be making a come back.

The next morning I woke up to fresh Orange juice and a bowl of cereal from Peter. After I had eaten I climbed out of bed and made my way downstairs, panic rose inside of me cause I didn’t ask for Peter’s permission to leave the bed, he met me at the bottom of the stairs, he took my hand in his. I waited for the beating to start but it didn’t, he lead me to the settee and wrapped a blanket across my legs. He passed me the television romote and sat down beside me. This didn’t feel right, my husband was been nice to me and it made panic.


I think Peter is changing

Or what do you think?

To be continued

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