Today is one of those days I dread waking up. What am I saying, everyday feels like this.

Nothing's the same, it changed it and home doesn't feel like it's home. And I don't wanna stay but I've got no where to. I wish I was home! Sight

"Aurora wake up, time is money which is something you don't have" says my sister-in-law.

"I'm already awake, just came out of the shower" I say to Toshiba.

"Well hurry up, we're hungry" she says in annoyed tone. Then I hear her steps echoing along the hall.

Well…. She's in a good mood I guess, because she's always yelling or being violent. But who am I to argue with her change of mood, it's nice to wake up and shower with peace. But not everyday is Christmas now or is it?

I get dressed really quick and make my way down stairs to prepare breakfast. Arriving in the kitchen I cook a full English breakfast, squeeze some oranges to make an orange juice and then place a glass jug full with milk on the table, set up the coffee maker and do the same. Done with the drinks I now place the food along with some fresh fruit salad, custard and yogurt. As soon as I'm done one by one they begin to emerge and take a seat at the table, and I'm the last one to sit down.

"Good morning" I say but my greeting is met with silence, and I look down at my plate feeling a little embarrassed. Why do I always bother to greet while I know exactly that I'll be met with silence? God!

"Good morning Jason" I say to my husband, but he only glances at me and says nothing. I take that as my que to stop my morning check up and begin to dish out my and Jason's food.

01.1

I was married to Jason a year and a half ago, he is no Was the first man I ever fell in love with as I was so focused in my Law Degree, I had no time for distractions at that time. I was so happy when he proposed to me that I didn't even hassitate in saying yes. We dated for five months while in university, he was so persistent in making me his that even when I rejected him seven times he never gave up. I was impressed by his determination and will to not give up that I ended up saying yes. We dated in July and then in January he proposed and we were married the next month on my birthday, February 08th. I finished with my course at age 25 and my parents were so proud of me. I'd give anything to have that feeling of accomplishment and joy again. At that thought a feeling of hollowness begins to take refugee in my heart.

"Aurora, are you listening?" Says Jason's mother Marissa Moore asks a question.

"I'm sorry I didn't get that, can you please repeat your question" I say in a apologetic tone. Under the table I flinch, feeling a splinter like pain so I lean back a little on my chair only to see Jason's hand pinch my thigh. My face contorts with pains and I look up to see a face filled with disappointment and anger.

Marissa glares at me and then repeats her question. " I was asking you, when will you bare me grandchildren?"

I nearly choke on my coffee while my face pales. I then look up to my right briefly at the same time my husband looks at me.

"Well mom, you know Aurora is still young and we still have time to give you grandchildren. Stop stressing yourself about unnecessary things." Says Jason.

Thank goodness he responded because I don't know how I would've replied. The thing is Jason and I have never been intimate. I know it may seem weird, but he never made it to our bedroom on our wedding night.

The following morning I asked him why didn't he show up, he told me he had business to attend to and he is sorry. The same thing happened on our honeymoon, and he always said he was tired so I gave up because I didn't want to look as if I'm pestering him or anything. A whole month came and went by, and I ended up confronting him. Only for him to slap me and pin me on the wall squeezing my neck so hard I thought I might go unconscious . "I'm so sick and tired of you always questioning my every move. Stop being so annoying and do some chores like a good little wife does or you'll bare to consequences"

To say I was shocked and hurt is an understatement, it was like building the perfect sand castle only for the weather to change and the clouds began to brew a storm that washed it away as if it was never there. Shattering any hopes or dreams you had that were based solely on that little creativity.

Thats how the abuse started..