This is a story that I'm posting over at pretty regularly, and so far i have a prologue and three chapters done, so i'll post those now.

It does involve many aduly sitiations including sexual/physical/emotional abuse, so if any of these topics are sensitive to you, please, read no further.

I'm rating this T, but i am trying to keep it low in the graphics, so more people can read it, but be warned, there is adult content.

Agony- KKftKK

Prologue

The sanctity of marriage was something that she valued deeply. On the day she took her vows, they actually meant something, and it would take a lot for her to break them, something so fierce that it sent her whole world spiralling off balance.

She never believed in divorce, never believed that the vows spoken before god should be broken.

That was until she found out what her husband had been doing.

It was a cold night when she was making her way home from work, content in the thought that she was going to be able to relax after a hard day and spend time with her husband and her little girl.

Then again, her little girl wasn’t so little anymore, now at a ripe age of sixteen and an attitude to match.

Nothing in this world could stop her from loving her daughter, nothing could stop her from wanting the best for her. But her attitude over the past six or so months had been appalling, and nothing like her usual, loving and caring persona.

Emily had a feeling that something was wrong, something was upsetting her. At first, she’d assumed that it was the new group that she had decided to associate with at school, but then she realized that Alex hadn’t started hanging around these people until after her attitude had changed.

She was so worried, she had even called Alex’s best friend, only to find out that Alex had stopped communicating with her all together. As it had turned out, Jamie was worried about her too.

With nothing more that she was able to do, Emily had just monitored Alex’s movements as closely as she could, just so she was sure that she wasn’t in any trouble. She’d called her school and asked the vice principle personally to keep an eye on her girl, and she had taken to trying to have more deep conversations with her daughter, not mentioning anything but the problems of the world.

Alex opened up to her on one of these occasions, and expressed her true opinion, that was until her father walked in, then she would stop talking and retreat back into her rebellious teenage shell.

As the beautiful green grass folded under her high boots, Emily smelled smoke as she approached the back door of her home.

Alarmed, she quickened her pace and almost tripped up the back steps in her urgency to reach the door.

Pushing her key in the lock, she heard a muffled scream, and her fear swelled inside her. Her entire body went stiff, her shoulders hunching slightly and her heart beating loudly in her ears.

The slightly too tight blouse cracked a stitch across her shoulders and she was brought back to earth, pushing the door open quietly.

Deciding to check the kitchen for the source of the smoke, she walked through the back sunroom and through the doorway that opened into the family room. The kitchen was to her right, the breakfast bar opening it up into the half tiled, half carpeted family room complete with air hockey table and comfortable, old leather couches.

It was empty, but smoke was rising from the slightly open door of the oven, and an oven mitt was lying abandoned in the middle of the tiled floor.

It was Thursday night, Alex’s night to cook, and she usually spent the entire night in the kitchen, whipping up the most anticipated meal of the week. With her absence and the smoke now rapidly filling the kitchen and family room, Emily became more than worried.

It was as she was pulling the now spoilt remains of what would have been a fabulous meatloaf, that she heard it again. Another muffled scream, this time more comparable to the word ‘no’ and in her daughters scared voice.

Dropping the meatloaf onto the bench along with the oven mitt, Emily made her way toward the noise, walking carefully as not to startle anyone.

Alex’s voice sounded again as Emily reached the hall that lead to her daughter’s bedroom and she pushed a stray lock of brunette hair behind her ear, so she had a clear view of whoever was in her house.

“Please, no. Not again,” said Alex’s voice, scared and childlike. She’d never heard her daughter beg before.

Grabbing whatever was handy, which turned out to be a handheld mini vac which had been sitting on the crowded hall table, Emily edged towards the room.

The door was open, and Emily peaked around the door frame, her whole body freezing at what she saw.

Alex was lying on her back, the front of her shirt ripped open and the wife beater she had been wearing underneath pushed up over her breasts. Her eyes were closed hard, a large hand was being held over her mouth and she was struggling against the body and hands holding her to the bed. Every few seconds, she managed to free her mouth and mutter a ‘no’ or a ‘please’.

The worst part, the part which made her hesitate, was that she recognized the man holding her down.

The naked torso and broad shoulders, the well-muscled arms, the head full of thick brown hair, slightly too long, were all the characteristics of her husband.

The scene finally catching up with her, she let out a slightly shaky squeal of disbelief, loud enough for Alex and her husband to hear.

Alex’s eyes shot open, looking towards the doorway, a silent plea for help in her eyes.

“Emily!” he jumped off their daughter in a split second, and reached across the room towards her, walking with intent, “I can explain.”

“Explain!” she yelled, her face red and tears in her eyes, “How could you possibly explain why you were trying to rape our daughter!”

“Mom, please don’t,” said Alex weakly from the bed, pulling down her shirt.

Emily looked over at her, a guilt in her eyes, guilt for not knowing what had been going on in her house, “Lexi, get some other clothes on, we’re getting out of here.”

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