It was love, and so I thought

I felt loved in every possible way. I felt safe. I felt that nothing can ever hurt or break my heart because I had the most strongest and loving man with me.

And so I thought..

One and a half years passed and we were the lovely couple everyone knew. That all changed one evening when I came home late from work because I was working extra hours. As I opened the front door I smelled a lovely smell coming from the kitchen. I thought he cooked dinner and was waiting for me, and so I thought. That lovely smell came from the kitchen with empty and dirty dishes, no leftovers for me. As I turned around I noticed the dining area was dark with a figure sitting there with a glass on one hand and a bottle on the other. I thought he wanted to supprise me or he being romantic. As I walked towards the table and leaned to turn the switch of the light on, he whispered my name, Shiela.

When the lights came on and before I could answer, a bottle of red wine was thrown at me but missed me. I was terrified! I was shocked! I never imagined he could have done that. I stood there shaking. All the good times we spent and good things he done for me came running in my head as if a big screen of TV showing that right in front of me. How i felt protected and loved slowly draining out. I froze and stood there like a statue. From there on I felt fear. My heart was beating so fast I couldn't say anything. I was confused. I questioned myself if I have done anything wrong. He walked towards me kissed my right cheek and said, next time I won't miss.