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| Prologue---Chicago---2011 And she takes another step Slowly she opens the door Check that he is sleeping Pick up all the broken glass and furniture on the floor I�m lying on the floor in the bathroom, and I curled up in the fetal position. I�m bleeding from my head and I�m bruised everywhere possible. That is except for my face and arms. He never hurts me where people would notice. He doesn�t want to upset his world. I can�t do anything without getting hit. The dinner is to cold or I didn�t get his coffee ready fast enough. Been up half the night screaming now it's time to get away Pack up the kids in the car Another bruise to try and hide Another alibi to write He became so controlling ever since he got his big break. He became his own personal idol. I�I became nothing. Just his beautiful wife who he has no feelings for. His prized, yet damaged possession. I left everything for him. I believed him when he said that he loved me. So I dropped college and moved to California with him. What an idiot I was then. Were now in Chicago, �living the high life� as he would say. Another ditch in the road You keep moving Another stop sign You keep moving on And the years go by so fast Wonder how I ever made it through He never lets me have any friends. He�s afraid one of them will take me away from him. I�m lucky he lets me go to work. It�s not much, I just work down at the community center for children. I don�t even get paid for it. But of course I wouldn�t need it. After all, I�m married to him and he�s loaded. He gives me money everyday, �to keep me happy� as he likes to put it. I don�t buy anything, I just put into a separate account for later use. And there are children to think of Baby's asleep in the backseat Wonder how they'll ever make it through this living nightmare But the mind is an amazing thing We haven�t had children yet. I don�t think we will ever. I don�t want children now. Not after what he�s put me through. I always wanted a child, or two. Even after what I had to go through with Alex. I want a child, just not with him. Full of candy dreams and new toys and another cheap hotel Two beds and a coffee machine But there are groceries to buy And she knows she'll have to go home I got a letter from someone I used to know a long time ago. He�s doing good. He just got a divorce from his wife and moved down to Pittsburgh from New York. He said the New York City was just becoming too overwhelming. He works for social service, making sure no one has to go through what he went through. He sent me his address and told me to come visit him sometime. I memorized the address. Another ditch in the road You keep moving Another stop sign You keep moving on And the years go by so fast Wonder how I ever made it through Bessie called today. She called just before he came home. That�s why I�m here, curled up, on the floor. He�s in the bedroom, waiting for me to come into him so he can apologize to me. Then he can fuck me like he always does. He gets all the pleasure and I get all the pain. He never lets me come. It�s always him first and then he pulls himself from me. Leaving me unsatisfied. Left empty. Sometime I hold my ground and will myself not to come because he feels like being nice. He notices, but he doesn�t care. He never does. Another bruise to try and hide Another alibi to write Another lonely highway in the black of night But there's hope in the darkness You know you're going to make it I�m not getting up though. I�m going to wait here until he comes in to get me. He may hit me again, but that rarely happens. He never hits me after he goes to bed. Sometimes he won�t come get me at all, and I just lay here, waiting for the morning. Another ditch in the road Keep moving Another stop sign You keep moving on And the years go by so fast Silent fortress built to last Wonder how I ever made it Tomorrow is a new day. |