I'm scared. He's home. Will he be yelling or calm? I called my mother recently. I needed her help. I was in tears.

"Mom. I'm so sorry. I should be listened to you. I didn't know he was going to be like this. I feel like the fool." I was panicking. My anxiety was building up fast.

As always, my mom reassured me in a calm, gentle tone. I love her. I always had. She has always been there for me, and I've always been there for her. We're like best friends. "Amela, it's going to be alright. You can come with us if you would like. I hate hearing you like this. He has turned you to someone I know you're not."

"What if he tries something? He was wanting a child recently, but I'm afraid he might hurt the baby if we tried. I don't want him to. I don't want my future family to suffer too." Fear trickled up my spine as they door slammed open. I wispered, trying to keep it together, "I have to go now. He's here." I hung up quickly, forcing myself to be ready at whatever he blows at me.

"WHERE ARE YOH WOMAN?!" Chasen yelled at the top if his lungs. I immediately knew he was already on his bad side.

I spoke in the most confident, bravest voice that I could, "I'm in here! I've been waiting for you to get home, sweetheart." I was trying to calm calm, and be nice.

He walked angrily to me, and slapped my face hard.

"What did I do wrong this time?" I asked as innocently as possible.

"You didn't even make dinner yet! How am I supposed to eat when nothing's made?!" He sighed in a annoyed, angry. He turned to me once again. "You can't do anything right! I tell you to do something simple as cook dinner, and you still can't do that! You're a wothless, disappointing wife." His voice was cold as he glared at me.

I returned the glare, "Fine. If you are never happy what I do, do it yourself for all I care!" I stood up, and stormed off to our room, and locked the door.

Chasen growled in his throat as he chased after me, but he luckily didn't make it in time. I heard him pound on the door hard, "Get out here NOW!"

He made me jump, but I couldn't let him know that, "No! It it yourself."

"I don't do that crap. You're supposed to woman! That's all you're good for. You're nothing and stupid. You need to act and be that way! You need to listen and be told what I tell you to do!"

"I'm not a slave!"

"Yes you are. You're mine! Leave me and I'll make sure you will regret your decisions. Maybe you might not be alive anymore. Maybe you might lose your mother or brother."

I could see his cold, evil smirk in my mind. It made me shiver in fear even more. I tried to hold back tears. He better not hurt them. Nor any of my friends he knows. I curled in a ball as I let the tears fall down my cheeks. When he left, it gave me some relief. Though fear and stress was always in the back of my mind. It always has, and always will be.