Please, Don't Hurt Me (Starring Marguerite and Gilead)
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				Title: <strong>Please, Don't Hurt Me (Starring Marguerite and Gilead)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 22:35:47</strong>
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				James popped another two pills back in his mouth. This was turning out to be some day; The chief detective took away his case for the Belladonna Murder file and instead handed him off to patrol duty at the nearby mall. And if that wasn't enough his partner Lewinski was throwing a fit at him for not completing the paperwork on the Garland Robbery. It was sure when shit hits the fan, it doesn't rain for it pours. As if the fat sod had anything other to do than follow James' lead. He only shook his head and took his orders in. As long as he was on probationary position there wasn't a lot James could do or suggest. The force welcomed him with open arms when his uncle pulled the strings for him, and it was surprising they'd hire a court martialled soldier, but he knew they were keeping their eyes on him. He had to make sure he do what he do best; Take orders with a yessir and be on his way. <br><br>It was one of those morning where when it start raining it doesn't end for several hours. Since he'd be only patrolling, Lewinski won't be accompanying him and James felt lonely in a very long time. It wasn't his fellow cop's chatter that kept him going but rather the presence of another human being in his life, no matter how overbearing. As mch as he'd hate to admit it he actually fell in favour of company for the short amount of time during his everyday life. <br><br>The mall was particularly busy at this time of the day, being a weekend and summer it was fairly imperative to judge nobody had anything better to do. Detective Inspector James Fonda made his way around. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Please, Don't Hurt Me (Starring Marguerite and Gilead)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>09-07-2009, 04:29:46</strong>
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				Amelia Krux caked on another layer of concealer onto her face. No matter how much she slapped onto her face, she knew it was there and knew everyone knew what was beneath the many layers of make up. There around her eye was a hefty black eye, courtesy of a right hook from her husband. Her hand shook merely thinking on the beating he given her because she overcooked the meal and forgot to anticipate his need for a pitcher of lemonade. She slaved away over the food, prepping and cooking it but it was never enough for him. Nothing was ever enough for her husband. Now as her tried to avoid his glare sent her way as he drove the car to the mall to pick out a new outfit for his almost promotion tomorrow, she kept her comments to herself.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Amelia always tried her best not to break down and cry in front of Michael. If she did that, he would only enjoy the moment and go further in hurting her feelings. She could not believe there were people out there who took pleasure in breaking down someone's spirit. Never had she even thought to find herself in a relationship with one and yet here she was in this horrible marriage. Two years of her life spent with her husband who had abused and twisted her feelings for him into something she could no longer comprehend. At times, she wondered what might have happened if she never went on the stupid date with Michael which lead her into his bedroom and knocked her up. He proposed marriage soon after but once the baby was born a stillborn all hell broke loose.<br><br>Loads of money were spent on make up to hide the evidence of the abuse when he managed to hurt her in places where clothing could not hide the pain. Even hours in the emergency room getting cuts stitched up, bones set back into place, x-rays and medication pillows to see where her pain was and help assauge it for a bit. Never had she revealed to the nurses and doctors who had done this to her. She feared retaliation from Mark if and when he was released on bond from jail. Heck, she could not even call her friends and family for assistance for the anticipation of her husband finding out and causing harm to her most dearest friends. He shut her off from the world and kept her in a twisted fantasy of his making. No. Not all of his fault because she was fool in love to be in love with this monster and let him continue these horrible acts to her.<br><br>Even now as he was screaming at how she was stupid for leaving the keys in the car, she tried her best to console his anger. "I am so sorry, baby, I did not mean to do it," she whispered, trying to keep her voice low so as not to anger him if he thought she was giving him lip. Where had the old Amelia gone? She used to be vibrant, bubbly and outgoing. Now she was dead inside, weak and timid. Even hearing Michael's voice no longer used to make her smile, now when he talked, it brought dread and fear to her form. How she wished she could go back to the first few months of their relationship before he turned on her and their relationship. Michael used to be sweet and kind to her but something happened to change his demeanor and whatever it was, she cursed it for ruining her life.<br><br>Crack! She had readied herself for the blow but she had not concluded he would use a closed fist to strike at her jaw. Amelia's teeth rattled in her mouth and she tasted blood, guessing she must have bitten down on her inner cheek. Spitting out the blood, she could not hold back the cry of pain from Michael. Her cry of pain was hoarse as it was cut short by a kick to her side by Michael's foot. He was really angry at her to go further with the physical abuse, usually a slap to the face or a pinch of her skin was enough for him. "Please, stop," she cried out as she tried to find shelter against the car to keep her from falling down again. At this moment, she wished for a miracle to stop Michael from his parade of kicking and cursing at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Please, Don't Hurt Me (Starring Marguerite and Gilead)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>12-05-2010, 07:43:22</strong>
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				[Chale, game is on hold though many thanks to the readers]
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