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Into The Darknesss *Cancelled*

Novel By: NikkiLibby

Jamie Day has been abused and raped for the past 2 years by her husband, Brian. She wants to get out of there and save herself and her daughter, Sandy. She knows there is no way out. She meets Daniel Grindstaff, a man that likes Jamie and Sandy and wants to help them escape, and make her feel loved again. Can Jamie trust another man with her heart? Will Daniel save Jamie and Sandy from Brian? View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jul 28, 2012    Reads: 923    Comments: 9    Likes: 1   

*A/N: I have nothing to write for The Diary of Sydney. I have tried for the past week, since I released the last chapter, to write. All of the sudden, I came up with this story. I am going dark, different than my ooey gooey romance, so I hope I do good!*

Chapter 1

"No, no, no, I didn't mean to, Brian!" I yelled and he came to me and slapped me across the face. I can hear my daughter screaming at the top of her lungs from her crib, yelling for me.

"Jamie, I told you to never EVER go to your mom's house. She is nothing but a cock sucking cunt!" Brian yelled and slapped me again. With that loud crack of his hand against my cheek, my daughter screamed louder. I began to cry, begging for him to stop.

"Please, Sandy can hear everything! Please stop!" I cried out and he kicked our table and ran to our bedroom. I stood up, not caring about the blood on my face and went to my daughter. She is only nine months old and she is hearing everything going on between me and my husband, her father. I grabbed her and rocked her in my arms and tried to make her stop crying. I need to get her out of here, away from Brian. He use to be so loving until something just clicked in his head.

We got married young, at nineteen. We met when we we're freshman in High School and fell deeply in love. When we got married, everything went smooth. Three years into our marriage, he just came up and slapped me and called me a bitch. I told my mom about our fight and he got pissed off. Now, two years after that night, he is getting worse. I am secluded into our home except to pay bills and go grocery shopping. I cannot talk or see my mom, she is the only family I have. He raped me when he got me pregnant with Sandy, but she is my pride and joy. She keeps me going everyday. I love seeing her cute black hair that she inherited from me and she has her father's blue eyes. I felt Sandy calm down in my arms and I sat down in the rocking chair and kept rocking her. I just love feeling my daughter in my arms. I ended up falling asleep in the chair and I felt a sudden lightness in my arms and Brian woke me up. "We need to talk," He said and I nodded. I followed him to the bedroom and I sat down on the bed. He tossed me a damp wash cloth and I wiped the blood from my face.

"Jamie, you need to fucking understand that you are not allowed to talk to that bitch of your mom. She doesn't want us together," Brian said and I tossed the rag into the hamper.

"Maybe because she sees me in the store with scrapes, black eyes and split lips all the time," I said and he raised his hand up and I closed my eyes and he slapped me again. I waited on Sandy to wake up, but she didn't, thank God!

"Quit mouthing me girl, or you will regret it!" he said and I began to cry. He laughed and sat down on the bed beside me. "You are such a cry baby!"

"That's all I can do, Brian! What happened to you? Where is the man I fell in love with ten years ago? Where is the man I married five years ago?"

"He is long gone and he is finally fed up with you being so goody-two-shoes. Where is the sex maniac I married? I married a woman that literally fucked me as soon as I came home from work!"

"We have not made love since you started hurting me. Our daughter was conceived with rape, not love." He slapped me again and I spit out blood.

"I love my daughter with my life. We did create her out of love, you just didn't want to be fucked at the time!"

"I never want to have sex with you, ever again!" I yelled and he pushed me down on the bed and began to take my pajamas off. There is no use to fight him when he wanted sex. I just lay there, emotionless as he strip his clothes off. Once before, I attacked him even before he took his pants off. Now, there is no use to even look at him. He got on top of me and I felt his erection against my thigh.

"You got to want to have sex with me, Jamie. I know you want me, I can feel your wetness," Brian said as he cupped my pussy. I began to cry, mad at myself for being wet for him. He leaned down and he kissed me and I pulled my face away. That made him very mad. He shoved his cock inside me very hard and it hurt. I screamed and he covered my mouth and shushed me. He fucked me as hard as he can and I felt him tense up and he groaned as he cum inside me. He stood up and adjusted his pants and he is smiling. "God, you always feel so damn good, Jamie," he said and he went to the kitchen. I lay on the bed and began to cry. How did my life end up like this? I went to my pillow and went to sleep, dreaming of an escape for me and Sandy.

Today is grocery shopping day. I got Sandy in a very cute dress and I put my black hair in a pony tail. There is some redness around my brown eyes and some makeup can cover that up. There is nothing that can cover up my split lip. I sighed and put the makeup on and I carried Sandy to her car. Brian is at work, so I didn't have to deal with him. "Ready to go shopping with mommy?" I said to Sandy and she smiled. I got her in her car seat and drove her downtown to the grocery store and began my shopping. I tried to hide my face from people and some of them seen it, but they know me. They knew why I always wear excessive amount of makeup and always has a split lip. I grabbed some baby food from the shelf and everything began to fall. "Oh fuck!" I said and bent over and began to pick it up. I seen an arm picking some of it up and I looked up and I stared into a beautiful set of green eyes.

"Need any help ma'am?" the man said, and I smiled because I have not heard southern charm like that in a very long time.

"Yeah, I kind of dropped these bottles," I said and he smiled. He has well managed brunette hair and very strong facial features. He has to be around thirty years old, or close to it. We put the bottles back on the shelf and he smiled at me.

"You have a beautiful little girl over there," he said and Sandy pointed and cooed at him.

"And she likes you too!" I laughed and he gave me his hand.

"Daniel Grindstaff," he said and I took his hand.

"Jamie Day and this trouble maker is Sandy," I grabbed my little girl and Daniel shook her hand and she looked at their hands and her face has gone confused. "I think she doesn't understand the concept of a handshake," I said and he laughed. He looked at my face and then I realized, my split lip.

"What happened to your lip?" He asked and I looked away.

"N-nothing, just an accident," I said and I waved bye to him and ran away from Daniel. He is such a nice guy, I don't want him to get involved with someone like me. I went to the cashier and Daniel is right behind me.

"Did I say something that startled you, Jamie?" Daniel asked.

"No, just um, had to get this shopping done before my husband gets home," I said and the cashier sighed.

"Or he will beat the crap out of her," the cashier mumbled, hoping Daniel didn't hear. It seems like he didn't hear, so I just smiled and Daniel gave Sandy a lollypop.

"I hope to see you again, Jamie. You seem like a very nice woman," Daniel said and I grabbed the bags and put them in the cart.

"I usually shop every week, so you'll see me here," I said. He grabbed a piece of paper out of his pocket and wrote something down on it; he gave it to me and it has a phone number on it.

"If you need anything, and I mean anything, call me." I nodded and slid it into my purse and pushed the cart out and went on home. Brian is still not home when I came back from the store, so I put the groceries up and put Sandy down for a nap. I went to the bathroom and started the bath. Bath's relaxes me. It helps me forget reality, my reality. I know my life sucks, but maybe someday, something good will come out of it.


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