The Road Monologue

We began to walk towards the house. Upon entrance nostalgia hit me. I remembered the walls lavished by a primitive country wallpaper border the old lady before us. The oak floors and the main corridor that led to the kitchen and the dining room. We had plans that one day we’d knock down the side wall and create a mini bar. I would’ve loved to have seen it and I know he would have too. It was hard for Ma to picture that I’d choose to live out on the country side. I had always wanted to be a city girl and I sure didn’t believe any housewife with two children and a loving husband wanted to be here. I hated the country and the early morning farmers with their tractors going to work on the fields releasing their intoxicating smell. I hated the sounds of the animals squealing and the farmers chatter. They loved David but were weary of me. The wives would stare and whisper, but I didn’t care. I’ve had worse said then anything any of them could come up

It had been something I was used to and it was something I’d enjoyed. Although he was rough he loved me and for loving someone like me, I let him. Mum nor I knew that day I met David that he had a darker side. Seeing my bruises and scars aroused him. I had been a toy that would withstand the pain for anyone, even him. It wasn’t frequent at first but it got worse as time passed.
Entering each room, I felt a surge of pain hit me. My heart beat harder and my palms began to sweat. Why? Once I hit the master bedroom it had become clear. I hit the floor and wailed. Hearing my screams of anguish mum and Sara come running in. “I need to get them out! Their suffocating!” Scratching at the floor boards did nothing. Mum and Sara pulled me away. “Who? Who’s suffocating?” “The kid’s mom the kids.” They found some axes in the red barn outside and began to hack away. Sure enough, they were there. Memories came flooding in one after another beating against my skull willing me to