Beauty and the Beasts, Undefined [black books to read TXT] 📗

    I was like his pet. I was hit when bad. I followed him like a lost puppy. I did as he said. I was his pet. 
     Yet I couldn't leave. I was married into it. He was to be the owner of Talli Wines. His grandpas business. I was the daughter of the owner of Compa Wines. When we got married our family's businesses were merged together and now made more money than any other winery. 
      This marriage would be happy if he wasn't a jerk. Everything I did was pathetic in his eyes. I was pathetic in his eyes. 
      John is a very handsome man. He is tall and firm. His eyes are blue and his brown hair is always perfect. He's gorgeous. That's why he sleeps around. 
       I cried silently in my room thinking about all of this. Did I deserve more? Or was this the life I was meant to have? I got up and looked in the mirror. I pulled some ointment out and put it on the scratch that John had put on my face. 
     He had gone into complete rage when I slipped and spilt milk on the floor. Why did it matter? It was a wood floor! It could get cleaned! He beat me though. He threw me and then stuffed my face in the milk after I had gotten up. 
      " Honey, I'm sorry. Please forgive me." he said knocking on my door. Typical. It's what he always did. After a fight he would come to apologize. All he wanted was for me not to tell. The bastard. 
      I opened the door and let him in. " It's okay. I'm fine. " I said, holding back the urge to kill him. 
     He wiped a tear from my cheek and smiled. " Good cause we wouldn't want anything bad to happen, right. Now maybe next time you can be less clumsy. Okay?" he smiled at me as if I was a silly little girl. 
     I nodded. " Of course. I'm so sorry." 
      He leaned down and kissed my forehead. " Okay, well I have to go out. See you later. " he said and left. The only place he was going was to see a hoe. 
     I closed the door and sank, crying. I was hopeless. 

       He returned at midnight, drunk. I helped him up to our room and laid him on the bed. He smelt of alcohol and cheep perfume. There were lip stick stains on his white shirt. 
      " You know what. I really hate you. Your such a loser. Why can't you be like other girls? Why can't you do some of the things they do for me? Get out of here. " he mumbled and pushed me away. I pulled the blanket over him and left. 
       The maid came over knowing what had happened. It was almost routine now. She patted my back and held me close. Our maid, Raquel, had been in the family for years. She was the one who took care of me when I was little. She was like mom. 
       " Miss, you deserve better. You shouldn't have to stay with him. Your beautiful and smart. Your talented. He's a pig. I hate him for making you cry." she said walking with me. 
     I wiped my tears and smiled at her. " Thank you. I'm going to go for a walk in the vineyard." I walked out the door and through the fence. 
     Our vineyard was huge. With all different kinds of grapes it seemed like a rainbow at times. We had over one hundred workers that tended the field. It was beautiful. 
     " Hello, miss." I turned and faced Vincent. He was a tall built man with kind eyes. His hair was cut military style and he wore a green shirt, which could barely contain the muscles that rippled under it. He smiled at me. 
     " Hi, Vincent. How are you?" I asked wiping tears away. 
      He reached down and traced the scratch on my face. His face was full of concern. " Miss, you shouldn't let him do that. It's not right for a man to hurt a woman. Its wrong. " he sighed. 
      I backed away. " Life is life. But thank you, Vincent. " I walked back in the house leaving Vincent standing there. 
   
      The next mourning I sat the table reading a news paper. I nibbled on toast and sipped orange juice. 
      " Oh miss, did you read the part about the Dark Beast and the Midnight Beast. Very scary." Raquel said. 
       I flipped through and found the section on the Dark Beast and the Midnight Beast. Apparently they were robbing banks and jewelry stores. They had killed many. At least twenty, but never any women. And they still had not been found. They left no trace and police had absolutely no lead. They were master minds. They were called the Dark Beast and Midnight Beast because they came at night. I thought it was really petty how they got their names. 
      I put the paper aside when I heard John walk down the stairs. He was awake and ready to go. His suit was straight and his hair was, yet again, perfect. He came over to me and kissed my forehead. 
      " Good mourning, honey." he said and sat down across from me. Raquel put pancakes, bacon, and eggs in front of him. I had a small feeling that they were poisoned. 
     " Good mourning. " I said cheerfully. 
     " Well tomorrow night the winerys are holding a ball. We will be attending and you will be on your best behavior. Okay, Violet. " when he said my name it felt like a pile of mud had fallen on me. 
      " Of course. What would you like me to wear?" I picked at my toast. 
       " I would like you to wear that red dress of yours. It looks nice on you." he stared at me while I picked at my food. 
       " Of course." I said and picked my toast up and bite it. I put it back down and poked at it. 
        He swat it on the floor and stood. " Don't pick at your food! That's childish and stupid! Do you have mental problems and can't just eat the food given to you!" he slapped me and then pushed me toward the counter. He slapped me again then left out the door. 
       I fell, my back aching with pain. Raquel ran to me and helped me up. I leaned on her as she helped me to my room. " Grab the ointment, please." I said sitting on the bed. Raquel ran to the bathroom and came back with the ointment. I applied it to the place where John had slapped me. 
     The ointment was maybe the one thing that kept my face from being permanently scared. It made bruises disappear after twenty minutes. Scar vanished in one day. It was magic. Just the magic I needed. 
      " Ohh miss, I'm about to kill him. He should not be harming you. Your to precious. Never have kids with him. Never. He will beat them. Ohh miss, I can't take it. " she squeezed me and patted my back. 
      " It's fine. I'll just be a better wife." I said. 
      She sighed and shook her head. " No miss." she got up and left. I got up and walked to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror. My smooth caramel skin had scars and bruises on it. My long black hair was a mess. And my green eyes were tired. I was losing myself. I had to stop being a bad wife. No. What was I talking about. I was a good wife he was just a bad husband. 
     I just didn't know any more. 

      He had already left when I woke up the next mourning. I say down and read the paper. Another story on the Dark Beast and the Midnight Beast. 
      This time they had robbed a bank and took $900,000. They killed three men. It scared me that there were men running around Napa Valley killing and robbing. I set the paper down and walked away. 

       I walked out to the vineyard and walked through the rows. I thought of what it would be like to be loved. I had never really felt it. Except for Raquel but that wasn't the love I wanted. I looked up at the sky. " Dear god, please send me someone that will love me today." I said and continued to walk. 
      " Hello miss, how are you today?" Vincent said. He walked up next to me and I wondered if this was the one god had sent me. 
     " I'm okay. Are doing okay?" I asked. I wouldn't mind if this was the one sent to me. He was better looking than John. But Vincent was more of a natural good looks. John had to work for his looks. And he was sweet to. Always nice and such a gentleman. 
      " I'm fine miss." he said. 
      " You know you don't have to call me miss. You can call me Violet. " 
       " Okay, Violet." he smiled knowing he was on a name basis with me now. 
         " So have you heard about the Dark Beast and the Midnight Beast?"I asked trying to make a subject.
        " Yes." he replied looking into the distance. 
        " It's really scary, you know. He robs and kills. I wonder what he does with all that money." I said looking at Vincent. 
       He looked at the ground. " Yes. I have to go now. Bye, Violet." he walked away. 
       I sighed and looked at the sky. Maybe it was Vincent. He was a good guy. I actually really liked him. 

      I dressed and did my hair around eight. The dress I wore was a long red sweetheart. Along the top were little white jewels. On the right side a cut went up my leg. I had my hair sided to the left with a red flower clip holding it. I pulled white gloves on and grabbed my red hand purse. 
      I walked out and John walked me out to the limo. "You look beautiful." he said to me. I hated it when he did that. He would complement me and assume that we were just a happy little couple. 
      " Thank you." I said. He held my hand all the way. I hated that even more. He hit me with those hands and now I have to hold it. I have to hold a hand as it I love the person attached to it. 
     After thirty minuets we got to the hall room. The hall room was a big building. It had a stage and dinning areas.