Abused, raped and screamed at is everyday happenings for Lyra but one night she prefers to take her chances with a raging storm hoping to escape. If not at least let nature take her life instead of giving that pleasure to the abusive husband Lyra never wanted. WARNING: this story contains bad language, abuse, rape and might not be suitable for all readers.
Chapter 1: My Bloody Revenge
Dressed up like a doll on display she nods at everything he says. Smiles at the right places and
wishes him a safe trip with a sweet voice and a soft kiss to his dry, chapped lips. Like the good
doll she is, she follows him to the door where he gives her a kiss. It’s a hard, rough and
demanding kiss that mirrors the man itself. A kiss of ownership, not love. Closing the heavy
wooden door, she walks through the dimly lit hallway and back to her room. Leaning against
the large floor to ceiling window she fakes another smile and waves to the man outside. She
remains by the window long after the car has left.
Dark clouds sweep in, signaling incoming rain. The once still trees begins to sway softly to the
wind. The world outside is starting to look like how she feels on the inside. Only difference is
the rain washes away the dirt giving the world a new start but for her, there is no shower or
bath in the world that can make everything go away. Nothing can wash away the feeling of
being used. While standing by the window small drops of rains starts to patter against the
window but quickly turns into heavy rain.
Everything is quiet except from the rhythmic sound of heavy rain against the windows.
What once started as light autumn rain slowly built up until it roared out into a full-blown storm
with a howling wind threatening to destroy everything in its path. Trees no longer sway
leisurely to a soft blowing wind. Now the bow down, just like her.
For the first time since all of this began, she doesn't fear for her life. For years people has used
her for their own pleasure. Their own amusement and no matter what she's done, he always
finds a way to punish her and its useless to struggle against him. Even obeying earned her scars.
More wounds, pain and tears. Standing there looking at the raging storm a small smile tugs at
her lips. The opportunity she's been craving has finally come and nothing will hold her back.
Either the storm will take her or he will and she prefers mother nature to be the one to take her
life instead of him. The weather gives her the much-needed head start and it will wash away all
traces of directions making it harder for him to find her. Wishing life could be different she
takes a deep breath then slowly breathes out. Braids her long, red, hair into a French fishtail
braid and drops all jewelry on the floor as she takes them off. Necklace, earrings, bracelets and
rings. With her head held high for the first time since forever, she leaves the depressingly dark
room then walks down the long stairs followed by the equally depressing hallway and right out
to the raging storm where she just disappears in the blur. Hoping to forever be gone from this
world. Left behind in the dark, depressing room is a lonely black leather book, lying open by the
window together with all the jewelry scattering the floor and the wedding ring.