A Moment in Time

A Moment in Time

Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

Summary

After finally finding the courage to leave her abusive boyfriend, 22-year-old Taylor Carter is hitchhiking across the country when the car she’s in crashes and kills the driver. Taylor survives and wakes up in hospital with no memory of who she is.
When Doctor Heath Holloway is visiting a friend in the hospital where Taylor is and sees her, he mistakenly identifies her as a family friend’s missing daughter, Samantha Bennet.
After a year of searching for their beloved daughter the Bennet’s are overjoyed and welcome her home with open arms but not everyone’s happy with ‘Samantha’s’ return.
Heath is the Bennet’s family doctor and is taking much needed time from work after a messy divorce. Not knowing what to do with his time he offers to spend time with the Bennet’s helping their daughter to remember who she is. The time they spend together, they fall in love but are both reluctant to admit their feelings for each other, Samantha because she doesn’t know who she is and Heath because he is her doctor and fourteen years her senior.
Will Taylor remember who she is, and will the Bennet family ever find out what happened to their daughter?
Will Taylor and Heath seize their chance of happiness?

Summary

After finally finding the courage to leave her abusive boyfriend, 22-year-old Taylor Carter is hitchhiking across the country when the car she’s in crashes and kills the driver. Taylor survives and wakes up in hospital with no memory of who she is.
When Doctor Heath Holloway is visiting a friend in the hospital where Taylor is and sees her, he mistakenly identifies her as a family friend’s missing daughter, Samantha Bennet.
After a year of searching for their beloved daughter the Bennet’s are overjoyed and welcome her home with open arms but not everyone’s happy with ‘Samantha’s’ return.
Heath is the Bennet’s family doctor and is taking much needed time from work after a messy divorce. Not knowing what to do with his time he offers to spend time with the Bennet’s helping their daughter to remember who she is. The time they spend together, they fall in love but are both reluctant to admit their feelings for each other, Samantha because she doesn’t know who she is and Heath because he is her doctor and fourteen years her senior.
Will Taylor remember who she is, and will the Bennet family ever find out what happened to their daughter?
Will Taylor and Heath seize their chance of happiness?

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Submitted: September 28, 2018

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Taylor stood by her bedroom window gazing across the street at her neighbor’s houses wondering what was going on inside them. Were the couples that lived in them really as happy as they made out to be when she saw them walking hand in hand along the street or was it just for show?

Everyone thought her, and Chris were the perfect happy couple, they had a nice house, a nice car and wore nice clothes. Everyone loved Chris, he worked hard, and they believed he doted on Taylor, but what they didn’t know was, the house, the car, and all the nice clothes belonged to him. Everything belonged to him and so did Taylor, Chris controlled everything in her life. If she ever complained about anything, he would beat her, if she broke a plate, he would beat her, if there was something out of place in the house, he would beat her. And every time after, he would make her stay in the house for days on end until her bruises disappeared.

Glancing at the digital clock on the bedside cabinet, it was 7 pm. On a Friday night Chris went out drinking with his friends and was normally out of the house by 7.30pm and when he returned home drunk in the early hours of the morning he would always fall asleep on the sofa. Taylor couldn’t wait for him to go out, because that night after being together for six years, the last four of them suffering mental and physical abuse she had finally plucked the courage to leave him and hopefully find shelter in a woman’s refuge. On a rare trip to the city on her own while she was shopping several months ago she’d sneakily saved enough money to buy a savings tin and whenever she could she would put a pound coin in and now it was full.

Taylor shuddered as she sat on the small chair in front of her dressing table when she heard the bathroom door open and began to brush her hair, Chris didn’t like her hair messy.

Chris stood in the doorway wrapped in a white towel. “What are you doing?” He asked rubbing his wet hair with a smaller white towel.

Taylor looked across the bedroom at her tall muscly good-looking fiancé, the towel was wrapped low around his hips showing his six-pack. When they were younger, every girl in the neighborhood fancied him and were all jealous when they began dating. “I’m just getting my hair brushed ready to put one of those treatments on that you bought me,” She smiled. “I’ve ironed your shirt it's hanging on the back of the door.”

Chris moved the door to see what shirt she’d ironed. “I told you I wanted to wear my blue one tonight.” He growled when he saw the crisp white shirt in front of him.

Taylor knew he’d told her he wanted the white one ironed, but she wouldn’t dare correct him. “I’m sorry, I thought you said white.” She stood up to go to the wardrobe to find his blue shirt.

“It doesn’t matter,” Chris said taking the white shirt from the back of the door. “Go and make me something quick to eat before I go out.”

“What would you like?” Taylor asked.

“How about beans on toast, that’s quick to make isn’t it?” He smiled.

“Ok,” Taylor smiled heading for the door. As she walked past Chris, he held her arm and gently stroked the back of his hand on her face over the fading yellowy brown bruise on her cheekbone and stopped at the fresh black bruise on her jaw.

“How did you do that?” He asked.

“I slipped on the wet bathroom floor and banged it on the edge of the bath,” Taylor laughed shaking her head. Every time she was bruised Chris would ask her how she’d done it. He knew he’d done it to her, but Taylor knew not to tell him that. “I’m so clumsy.”

“I know you are,” Chris huffed a little laugh. “You’re going to have to be careful I don’t want the neighbors to see it, they’ll think I’ve done it.”

“I know and they won’t.” Bile rose in the back of Taylor’s throat as Chris kissed her.

 

Taking a few deep breaths to calm her nerves and keeping an eye on the time, the last bus out of the town she lived in was at 9 pm, Taylor opened a tin of beans and emptied it into the saucepan and dropped two slices of bread into the toaster.

A few minutes later, Chris walked into the dining room and sat at the table watching her make his food. Taylor quickly washed the kitchen surface making sure there were no crumbs from the bread on it then served his food and took it to the dining room for him. “Are you seeing John tonight?” She asked placing the food in front of him.

“I told you I was,” Chris snapped grabbing her by the wrist. “Are you trying to catch me out?”

“No,” Taylor whimpered trying to pull away from him.

“I’ve told you I’ve stopped seeing Annette.” Chris lied laughing as she stumbled backward when he released his grip on her. “You don’t believe me, do you?” he said scooping some beans onto his fork and into his mouth.

“I do believe you,” Taylor lied rubbing her wrist wishing he’d choke on his food and die.

Chris screwed his face and spat the beans out. “What the fuck are these!” He cried pushing the plate across the table. “Make me some more!”

“I I don’t understand,” Taylor stuttered. “They’re the same brand we always buy.”

“I said make me some more!” Chris growled glaring at her.

Taylor felt confused as she took the plate into the kitchen. She reached into the cupboard, took out another tin of beans and opened them.

“I don’t want them,” Chris snarled walking into the kitchen and stood behind her. “Open another tin.”

Taylor’s body shook as she reached into the cupboard and opened another tin of beans.

“Open another tin,” Chris ordered.

Taylor’s chest tightened in fear, she could barely breathe as she reached into the cupboard and took out another tin of beans. She guessed that Chris had somehow found the tin she’d saved her money in, the money tin looked like a can of baked beans and she was praying that she was wrong. “Chris,” She said nervously licking her lips. “This is a waste of food; the beans are all the same.”

Chris leaned forward. “Are they?” He quietly growled in her ear.

“Y Yes,” Taylor shuddered as he reached over her shoulder and took a tin of beans out of the back of the cupboard.

“This tin looks different,” Chris gripped her arm and turned her to face him. “Make me these ones.”

“Chris I,” Taylor nervously licked her lips. “I can explain.”

“Explain what!” He bellowed in her face. “How long have you been stealing from me!”

“I was saving for a surprise birthday present for you,” Taylor’s heart painfully thudded in her chest as Chris’s glare grew more dangerous. “It was a for a surprise.” She mumbled slumping against the kitchen unit as her legs buckled in fear.

“Liar! Chris screamed slamming the tin on the kitchen unit. Taylor flinched holding her arms over her head as pound coins scattered everywhere when the tin burst open. “You’re going to leave me aren’t you!”

“No, Chris you’ve got to believe me!” Taylor cried gripping his shirt. “I would never leave you, I promise you, it was for your birthday.”

“Liar!” Chris screamed gripping Taylor’s hair and threw her across the kitchen.

Taylor slid across the floor, crashed into the kitchen cupboard, and cowered against it. “Please, Chris I’m begging you no!” She cried as he slowly walked toward her.

Chris kneeled in front of her and gripped her chin. “If you left me no one else would want you. Look at the state of you, you ugly skinny lying rat. I’m only with you because I feel sorry for you.” He sneered. “Poor little Taylor. No daddy, mommy’s a drunk and her fiancé has to fuck other women because she’s frigid.”

Taylor’s body shook with a mixture of fear and anger, she hated Chris, she hated life, she didn’t care anymore and knew if she answered Chris back that hopefully, he would beat her bad enough to kill her. She wanted to die. “Then why don’t you fuck off out of my life and go and live with that slag Annette then!” She screamed in his face.

 

Taylor woke on the kitchen floor, she tried to open her eyes but only one would open, the other was too swollen. The house was silent and dark. Too scared to move Taylor listened for any sound in the house to alert her Chris was around. The only sound she could hear was the kitchen clock ticking. Struggling to move her aching body from the floor, she managed to sit up and wipe the blood from her mouth and glanced up at the clock on the wall. “No!” She cried when she saw the time, it was 11 pm, she’d been out cold for nearly four hours. Pulling herself up against the kitchen unit, she reached for the light and turned it on and began to sob. All the money that had sprayed over the kitchen when Chris had smashed the money tin, had gone. Noticing three pound coins on the floor in front of the cooker, Taylor picked them up and put them in her pocket and leaned over the sink to rinse her face with cold water.

Patting her swollen face dry as she walked into the living room, Taylor gasped in horror when she saw her reflection in the large mirror hanging above the fireplace. Her left eye was swollen, and her bottom lip was split. Taking her engagement ring off she placed it on the fireplace next to her purse. There was no point checking her purse for money she knew there was nothing in it. “Dear Lord give me strength,” She whispered walking into the hallway taking her jacket from the hanger and slipped it on.

Taylor opened the front door and took a deep breath, she had missed the last bus out of town, she had no clothes, nowhere to go and only three pounds in her pocket but she didn’t care. Months ago, she’d made her mind up to leave her abuser and she was going to stick to it. Her heart raced as she stepped into the cool night air, closed the door behind her and nervously laughed. This is it now, she thought to herself, there was no going back.

Walking slowly along the garden path towards the gate, Taylor stopped and turned to take one last look at the house she’d lived in since she was eighteen. The two years before she moved in, her life dating Chris was perfect. When he bought the house, she was excited to move in with him and spend the rest of her life with the man of her dreams but that all changed as soon as she moved in with him. The past four years of her life had been a living nightmare.

Closing the gate behind her, Taylor looked up and down the street wondering which way to go. Panic suddenly set in when she saw the headlights of a car turning into the street from her left. Fearing it might be Chris returning home early to check on her she turned to her right and began to run. Her ribs hurt, she thought her lungs were going to explode with the speed she was running. Taylor’s body was in pain, but she didn’t care, she had to get away.

 


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