Bloody Rose

This book may contain or express mature scenes, abuse, and violence that may or might not sit well with some readers. So the reader's discretion is advised. Rose's POV... My name is Rose Richards, wife of Keith Richards, a prominent businessman. To many, I am called the trophy wife and Keith Richard's eye candy and I have lived up to that name day after day. Smiling and waving by his side at big events, being the perfect wife on camera and on paper for the whole world to see, but no one knew what was truly behind those perfect smiles and expensive looks. Was a miserable woman. They said money is the answer to all things, but why hasn't it given me the one thing I so hoped for? Peace... I could shout now to the rooftop, telling everyone about how miserable my life is, but no one would believe me because I am the famous Rose Richards, wife of the famous business mogul Keith Richards. To them I had everything. Every woman out there wanted to be me, because they all saw the outward appearance and not the real misery. I know you won't believe me until I tell you my whole story. So this is my story... This is my life, it was sure, one for the book... (*) "Don't you dare run away from me," I heard him scream as I ran swiftly up the stairs as fast as my legs could carry me. My heart was screaming to me not to stop for the fear that I wouldn't see another day if I did. ''Run... Rose... Run,'' the voices in my head screamed at me. So I obeyed, and as I ran and hid in the attic, my heart was beating out of control. I internally prayed to the heavens that he wouldn't find me here, but I soon found out that the universe was not aligned in my favor. "Bang..... Bang" I suddenly heard a loud sound coming from the door, which made me shiver in uncontrollable fear as tears rolled down my eyes nonstop. 'Rose!' He screamed my name from the other end of the door, threatening to break it down. Rose, I know you are there. Open the door sweetie. I just want to talk," he said quite calmly, with a hint of anger in his voice as he continued to slam the door violently. Terrified to my bones, I needed to find a way out of here, needed a place to hide from this monster. I looked around eager to find an escape, but there was none, so I screamed at the top of my lungs, praying for someone to help me. "Help me... Someone, help me," I screamed, hoping that someone would hear me. I continued to scream endlessly, my voice slowly becoming hoarse as I prayed to the universe to save me, but the realization soon dawned on me, that no matter how much I tried no one was coming to my aid because Keith owned everything and everyone around me. Still drowning in my pool of despair and anguish, the door busted open, allowing the devil in, and with that same look of satisfaction in his eyes, a smirk came to play so casually onto his face, whilst he made his way towards me. "Baby..... Do you think you can hide from me for so long," he asked, mocking me with each word he made. "Keith please let me go, "I begged him as tears flowed down my eyes just like a river. Laughing at the top of his lung, he soon grabbed me by the arm, digging his fingers deep into my skin, and pulling me onto his chest. "Please... Keith, you are hurting me," I cried out, struggling to set myself free from him. 'Remember Rose, you are my wife, so you are my property to use as I please,", he said, smacking me to the floor as he hovered over me, looking down at me with so much disdain. 'Please let me go," I continued to plead. "Don't you know, you have been a naughty little girl, so I'm going to teach you a lesson to always obey me," he said, smirking, bringing out his belt, sending stroke after stroke onto my skin. 'No please Keith stop......" I screamed over and over, drowning further in an intractable pain as I begged him to stop. "Shut the f**k up!" He screamed as a smile crept onto his face... He was enjoying this. He was enjoying watching me suffer. "You know baby, you look even sexier with the way you scream my name, and I'm going to make you scream my name even more," he said as he tied me up to the beam with the belt he had in his hands, ripping off my clothes hysterically as I stood there exposed in front of him. ''Keith, please don't do this. Haven't you had enough?" I begged him, but all my pleas fell on deaf ears, as he hit me even harder, shutting me up in an instant. "I own you, Rose, you were nothing without me, remember that," he said as he thrust his length into me over and over again, engulfing me with every movement his body made on mine. Reaching his peak, he left me there vulnerable, and in the dark, the silence and despair became my new home as I could barely move or breathe, with the tears from my eyes and the blood from my skin soaking me as I shivered in pain. I allowed the pain and sorrow to take me on an endless journey, making me wonder how the hell I got to this point. A point where life meant nothing to me anymore, and all I could feel now was sorrow and pain which had become like a second skin to me, a skin I could easily put on so effortlessly. This brought me to the realization that I couldn't live like this anymore. I couldn't continue to mask the pain and sorrow I was passing through each day. I had become a shadow of myself, and the light in my life had been dimmed for a long time. 8 years... 8 years of the marks, I desperately tried to cover from the world. 8 years of lies, I kept telling myself, trying to justify his actions, trying to be the perfect wife to please him. 8 years of the scars, he tortured me both physically and mentally, he broke me completely, making me feel I deserved all the hurt and pain he inflicted on me. 8 years of watching the man I once loved turn into a monster, I now hate. 8 years of me not knowing if each day with him would be my last. Keith was never always like this. Although rich and influential, he was gentle, kind, and caring, a loving man who always took care of me and supported me with everything, but it all changed two years after our marriage, and I began to see the real monster behind the mask. As my love for him gradually turned into hate, the hate that threatens day and night to consume me. Constantly fighting a battle within me, trying my best not to allow the hate and darkness within me to win, struggling not to allow the hatred that rises day by day to consume me. Striving not to allow it, to take the little part of me I had left. But now I knew that part of me, that tiny part of me that still had a bit of hope, of getting my husband back. Unfortunately, I lost that very moment. As weak and terrified as I was, I knew I had to make a change once and for all, knowing I had to leave because of the uncertainty of not knowing if tomorrow would be my last. So I called up the only person that I knew could help me escape this nightmare that was now my life. Hey, it's me... I need your help. "I think I'm ready to be set free," I said with my heart thumping in uncertainty.