I don’t love you, Julian. I don’t love you anymore! Just please, let me go! I don’t wanna have anything to do with you…ever again!
Anna’s voice echoed loudly, as Julian held on to her.
“Annie, please. Please, don’t do this to me,” Julian begged endlessly.
“I’m sorry, but it’s over. It’s over!” She cried, letting go of Julian, as Julian pulled her into his bosom.
“Babe, please, don’t do this. For my sake…for our baby’s sake.”
“Our baby’s sake?! Our baby, you say?!” She barked, eyes wide open. “How many times have I endured everything you did to me? How many times did I stand and watch you break my heart over and over again, without caring if I got hurt by everything? How many times, Julian? How many times?!” She questioned tearfully.
“I know. I know I hurt you so much, but please forgive me. Please, baby. I can’t stand losing you…”
“Oh, you can’t stand losing me?!” She laughed. “Now you’re bothered about doing so. Well, sorry to burst your bubbles, Julian Nielsen, but you already have. Goodbye!” She said, pushing him aside, as she grabbed her things, stepping out into the dark, cold night…not looking back!
It was one blissful morning. The sound of children chattering happily heard in the street, and the snowy air filled with such wonderful fragrance and the smell of Christmas cheers.
Christmas was mostly everyone’s favorite time of year, but not all took delight in celebrating it. Some just wanted to be left alone…not with anyone coming their way.
“Mmm,” Anna moaned, rubbing her belly, as she sat upright. “Merry Christmas, baby,” She said to her husband, pecking his cheek, as he laid, back still turned.
“Don’t start!” He sighed, getting out of bed.
She smiled, ignoring him, as she rolled the duvet off of her. “I’ll go shower now.” She said to him.
He gave a slight shrug, making for the door, as he pulled it open and stepped out.
Anna looked down at her belly, giving it a slight rub, as she made for the bathroom. “Hang in there, baby. All this will be over soon, I promise.” She snivelled, a tear rolling down her face.
She knew there wasn’t anything that’d change her husband’s attitude, but she still didn’t give up on him. She loved him so, despite the fact he always maltreated her and did all manner of things, even in her presence state. Once, she had threatened to call the cops on him, but she didn’t dare, as Julian threatened to rip her throat out the moment she went doing such. So she was left with no choice.
“Annabel! Annabel!!” Julian bellowed.
Poor Annie walked slowly, her body shaken with fear, as she made to answer.
“Now tell me! Who took the money I left on the counter?!” He boiled with rage.
“I…I have no idea. Believe me. I knew nothing about it.” She shook.
“You knew nothing?!” His eyes grew wider. “Then who took it?” He questioned.
“I swear, I knew nothing. Please, believe me,”
“Oh, you’re calling me a liar now, ’cause I’m quite sure I left it here!” He went on, drawing closer.
“Oh, don’t “Julian me”, you shameless thief! Now! Come with me!” He ordered, dragging her roughly, his finger nails bruising her wrist.
“Julian…Julian, you’re hurting me. Julian!” She cried, as he pulled her with him.
“I’ll teach you some manners. Next time you won’t try stealing from me!.”
“J-Julian…Julian, stop! Julian!” She cried bitterly, trying to wiggle free, as they climbed the stairs.
“Julian…Ow-oww!!” She groaned louder.
He jerked the door open, ignoring her, as he pushed her in, slamming the door.
“Julian…Julian, please, open the door. Julian!” She banged so hard, but all pleas fell on deaf ears.
It felt as if the world had turned its back on her, as she felt so alone, with only the thought of her baby to comfort her, and to dry those bitter tears.
Her cries grew faint, and her legs weakened. Not taking it anymore, she slumped onto the floor, wishing that when she’d wake up, everything will be normal…again.
Couldn’t come up with a perfect title, but I think this should do. What do you think?