"Stop, please." I whisper, kicking at the man frantically that proceeds to pin my wrists down by my sides and my legs by his knees. I try to scream but he suddenly slaps me and I feel a sting ripple through my cheek.

It's happening all over again. This has happened before but this time I feel as if nothing can come out. I'm frozen on the bed beneath him, my throat is dry, I'm not breathing, and no words can escape past my dry lips.

So I let it happen. I close my eyes, darkness cascading over my blurry vision. I finally hear myself let out a scream.

But when I snap open my eyes again, I'm in my room, breathing hard and heavy.

I'm alone in the darkness. At least I think so, that's how it usually is and I think since I was screaming Louis would be up and complaining right now.

But I've never had that dream before. I've never had a dream where I had felt paralyzed and woke up screaming for my life which felt so utterly real.

I suddenly hear heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, making me furrow my eyebrows and look at the time. It's two in the morning. I sigh shakily and slide back beneath the covers to warm my cold skin. It has to be at least twenty degrees outside or less.

I hear Louis walk in with a tired sigh emitting past his lips before he walks to his side of the bed and turns on the lamp, making me see light in the corner of my eye. I turn slowly to see his back facing me. I watch as he slowly takes off his black dress jacket and unbuttons his pale blue shirt quickly before taking that off as well, giving me a view of his bare back.

He turns around suddenly and I quickly go back in my position to pretend to sleep. "How was work?" He asks, making me breath out a heavy sigh. I close my eyes.

"You don't care." I mumble sleepily.

"Really, Rauline? Just answer the damn question." He snaps.

"It was fine." I seethe.

He sighs. "Did anything happen?"

"Same old shit."

"Like?"

I look back at him to see him folding his pants as he stands just in his tight, black boxers. He then looks up at me with raised eyebrows. "Why are you asking me this shit?" I ask, sitting up in the bed.

"I want to know."

"No you don't. Did you do something bad? What did you do?" I snap, glaring at him.

"Nothing." Louis snaps. "Calm the hell down and don't snap at me when I didn't do shit." He spits. "I just wanted to know how your day was."

"You know nothing ever happens and nothing ever will happen." I say, getting irritated. "I work six days a week for seven hours and has anything happened? No! So stop talking to me when you don't give a shit!"

"My bad for trying to be a fucking good husband!" He booms, throwing his pants onto the floor in anger. He turns around, hitting the lamp in the process with his fist and making it fall to the floor, breaking it with a sound of static along with it. I jump and close my eyes, taking long, deep breathes.

But then my lamp turns on, indicating he is next to me. "I'll replace that." He says, his voice low.

I don't say anything. But I side eye him, seeing his knuckles bleeding. I sigh shakily and stand up, walking past him and into the bathroom.

"Mommy? Daddy?" A quiet voice says. I feel my heart clench and look at Louis as his head turns to the small body walking towards him. He hides his bleeding hand behind his back.

"Hey buddy." He sighs, bending down, ruffling Thomas' brown hair. "Go back to bed. Everything's okay."

"I heard a crash." He sniffs. "Are you hurt?"

I see Louis smile. "I'm okay."

"Is mommy okay?"

Louis pauses. "Mummy's okay." He says quietly, his accent thick.

"Okay, goodnight daddy."

"Night buddy."

The child leaves and Louis stands up again. I turn away and grab multiple paper towels from the counter and wet them. I turn to see him next to me suddenly. "Here." I say, handing him the wet cloths. He takes it slowly and puts it against his knuckles.

"Thank you."

I scoff. "That's a first. "

"I've said thank you before." He says, narrowing his eyes at me.

"Really? I'm not deaf Louis and I have never heard you."

"Okay, that doesn't sound like my problem because I have and I'm not lying to you." He snaps, walking past me and throwing away the cloth. "Now get out, I've got to take a shower and get to work by six tomorrow."

"Six? Louis, it's almost three in the morning." I say.

"And you care?"

"No. But I don't need you to be dying of exhaustion. Think of all the money we'd waste on your funeral."

He nods. "Your right. Maybe I should take a day off as CEO of my father's company." He snaps, shaking his head in disbelief.

I huff and get out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.

THE NEXT DAY

I wake up when he does, which is unusual because i usually don't. I'm so tired from the night before and a deep sleeper so its rare. I hear him walking around, taking a shower, brushing his teeth, and he's very quiet.

I remember he used to hum a tune of his favorite song by The Fray. I liked it when he did. It gave me a sense of comfort that he was in a good mood while doing anything. Whether it was cooking for me, cleaning, or fixing something.

I can't say he wasn't a helpful person and wasn't nice to me at all. He did kind gestures but at the same time we didn't do too much talking all the time. Mostly sex. He said at the beginning that he was never good at talking. He has social anxiety, but I looked past that because I liked him for who he was. Social anxiety wasn't the worst thing I could endure. And the sex was good. But there was no communication.

Louis comes out of the bathroom and we look at each. "Your still nervous to speak to me." I say quickly. He blinks.

"What?" He says.

"You have social anxiety around me."

"Why would i? I've known you for four years. I say whatever the hell I want." He snaps.

"No."

Louis furrows his eyebrows and I see the anger beginning to fill his muscular body. "What do you mean no? Why are even awake?" He scoffs, shaking his head as he walks past me.

I don't let his attitude bother me. But I feel a sudden pain strike my heart.

"We should communicate more."

"You've said that before. And where has that gotten us? In a fight. It's exhausting Rauline." Louis says, shaking his head. He is fully dressed in his suit and looks handsome as always but I hate him so damn much.

Weirdly enough, I hate my husband. I don't love him. But I'll never have the guts to divorce him with the fear of being homeless and alone.

I feel a tear suddenly run down my cheek, tickling my skin. I look away from him and wipe it. He sighs heavily and I listen to his feet step onto the laminated flooring.

He walks out of the room, to Thomas' room, then downstairs to make his coffee and then, a few minutes later, he leaves after finishing the hot beverage. And the whole time I'm thinking. Just thinking with my knees up to my chest.

And I can't seem to stop thinking and I don't know why. This has been bothering me for the two years we have been married but I have decided that I am going to start breaking down now with my two year old son in the house.

I sigh shakily and stand up to take a shower before making Thomas and myself breakfast. I wake up the boy and we watch cartoons as we dig into the food and for the rest of the day I just clean the house while Thomas is in his room, playing games.

And taking a break from cleaning,I go to the computer to look for some job offerings. An advertisement for an online dating site pops up on my window. I stare at it for a few seconds.

I never trusted dating websites. But do I really trust Louis? Not at all. I want to try it, just in case I feel maybe lonely one day. And I want to get used to it. But I never really believed I could meet anyone online. I sigh shakily and shake my head, closing the ad and telling it to never show up again.

I then click on a job offering at restaurant as a waiter. I'm already a waitress that works night shifts, would it hurt taking morning shifts at another diner? I rub my temple, feeling my head start to hurt.

I could enroll Thomas into a daycare. It would work out perfectly.

But I would have to inform Louis about it at least. He is his child too.

I hear Thomas crying suddenly.

I run upstairs and into his room, seeing him holding his finger.

I pick the little boy up in my arms and go to the bathroom to wash the crimson blood off from his finger, kissing it, before placing a bandaid gently on it.

"Thank you mommy." He says quietly, putting his arms around my neck and burying his head in he crook of my neck. I smile and close my eyes, hugging the small child back. "Is daddy going to come home today?"

I suddenly frown, opening my eyes again. "Of course baby." I whisper.

(Enough of this fighting shit, we're going to meet new characters now yay.)