Vivian woke up rubbed her eyes and looked around the room. Her husband wasn't home so she threw off the covers and got out of bed. She looked down at her leg and the purpleish hues of bruises shined back up at her and she let out a sigh. It was the weekend and she could hear the pitter patter of little foot steps coming down the stairs.
She hurried and grabbed shorts to cover her legs and walked out of the room. Two little soft buns with flowing blonde hair end blue eyes ran into her legs.
"Mommy" they both half screamed "we're up we're up let's make breakfast" the older of the two said.
"Yes dears let's make something good what would you like today?" Vivians soft voice rang out and wavered a bit. Her legs were sore everything hurt. The bruises on her legs were fresh and even though she tried to cover them with her shorts the little girl seen one and her eyes got big. "Mom did you bum your leg again mommy needs to be more careful."
Vivian smiled the innocent of a small child always amused her. "Yes Olive I will be more careful I promise". "Let's do bacon and eggs they are the best ketchup for the bacon and toast for little
Sister she really likes toast".
Vivian bent down and scooped up the little girl that was just a little over one and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. Then she grabbed Olives hand and went into the kitchen to start their day.
As she was starting to cook Olive went off about all the dreams she had. She loved talking and could talk to her mom for hours. It seemed endless what the little girl could make up in her mind and Vivian smiled with love and tender care.
It was about that time where her husband would come home but for some reason he was late. He said he was going hunting and would return to finish what he had started and the thought made her shiver. He wasn't always cold hearted but he never wanted kids and he let that show through.
As she thought about the life she heard Olive yell "mom the bacon grease it's on your skin does it hurt???". She then realized what happened and grabbed a towel to get the grease off her skin and turned the bacon down. She then turned to Olive "out out little girls shouldn't be in the kitchen your not old enough to cook yet." "But mom I'm almost five!!!" Olive said annoyed and huffed as her mom shushed her out of the kitchen.
Olive was her oldest almost five and she fought tooth and nail to keep the stubborn little thing. She always wanted to help but her help wasn't the greatest. It usually causes a bigger mess and then she had double the work. As she went back to finish breakfast she heard a scream of excitement and her heart sank. He was home.
No matter how mean he was he never tired to be mean to the kids. He may have never wanted them but he took his frustrations out on her. The hair on her skin crawled as he wrapped his arm around her and squeezed her thigh.
"Cooking breakfast I see just like a good wife should." His cold heartless voice rang out and sent knives into her heart. "The kids were hungry Alan so Of course I started cooking how was hunting." Her voice was soft barely above a whisper. She was scared of him and of what he could do to her. But she couldn't tell anyone not that they would believe her.
He played the nice guy scheme well. Everyone even his parent said he was the best dad best husband. No one knew the pain she hide. He worked a stressful job and everyone knew the check he brought home. What they didn't realize is how broke they were and blamed her for not being a stay at home mom. It's not that she wanted to work but they needed food and the kids needed clothes so she didn't have a choice. Alan never provided anything for her so she worked because that's all she could do. She felt him lean in for a kiss and she looked up and seen the devil in his eyes. …