My Bloody Revenge novel Chapter 1

Dressed up like a doll on display she nods at everything he says. Smiles at the right places and

wishes him a safe trip with a sweet voice and a soft kiss to his dry, chapped lips. Like the good

doll she is, she follows him to the door where he gives her a kiss. It’s a hard, rough and

demanding kiss that mirrors the man itself. A kiss of ownership, not love. Closing the heavy

wooden door, she walks through the dimly lit hallway and back to her room. Leaning against

the large floor to ceiling window she fakes another smile and waves to the man outside. She

remains by the window long after the car has left.

Dark clouds sweep in, signaling incoming rain. The once still trees begins to sway softly to the

wind. The world outside is starting to look like how she feels on the inside. Only difference is

the rain washes away the dirt giving the world a new start but for her, there is no shower or

bath in the world that can make everything go away. Nothing can wash away the feeling of

being used. While standing by the window small drops of rains starts to patter against the

window but quickly turns into heavy rain.

Everything is quiet except from the rhythmic sound of heavy rain against the windows.

What once started as light autumn rain slowly built up until it roared out into a full-blown storm

with a howling wind threatening to destroy everything in its path. Trees no longer sway