Promises, Promises
“You belong with me.”
Funny enough, I believed him then. I had no idea love at first sight never actually existed. That it was too good to be true.
His delectable words always sought to convince me that he was more than perfect for me. Always behaved like the perfect gentlemen.
He promised me we belonged together. Always tried to show me that we did. His promises bloomed and blossomed into the beautiful roses I kept in my room. Fun nights out at dinner, all my favourite places.
His promises made me forget one, tiny little thing: they were always too good to be true.
Eventually, I allowed his promises to turn into the smooth, polished band which latched itself onto my finger.
His promises kept me satiated. “I’ll do better next time.” He’d always say with a frown. They kept me on a leash. ‘He didn’t mean to do it,’ I’d always tell myself.
His promises begged me to forgive him.
But one thing his promises couldn’t do was to erase the marks he’d left on my skin.
What happened then? The ring simply grew too tight.
“You belong to me.” His voice sneered, a constant reminder, as he stood over my shoulder.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleHi Andrea, your story started off with a hint of something not quite right and then full on menace at the end. Horrible to think that this sort of thing is going on in real life, but I can see that charisma/treats etc can blind people to realities until it’s too late. I think you capture the trap of domestic abuse really well, but in a sensitive, not over the top manner.
Thank you!
Hello, Andrea. A warm welcome to Voice club. It is very frustrating to think that there are a lot of people trapped in a relationship with domestic abuse. It’s so tearful. You portrayed it perfectly. Good job for a great first story.
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Those words ‘the ring simply grew too tight’ sent shivers through me Andrea. A euphemism for the hold he had over her and how trapped she was, seeing no way out. It’s sad that so many find themselves in this position. A sensitive, well-written story that stays with you.
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Hi Andrea, and welcome to Voice Club. This story is very gripping, well built up with that intimation that things aren’t quite right, right until your closing lines that left me in shivers. This happens far too many times until people are trapped in a relationship that they just can’t escape.
Beautifully written and nicely paced story, Andrea. Too many of us have experienced similar forms of “love”. I assume your character is fairly young; maybe life will bring her the wisdom and opportunities she needs to have a better life. I’m rooting for her!
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleAndrea, in a few short paragraphs you captured the feeling of being trapped in an abusive relationship so well. The last two lines sent shivers down my spine. I can picture his nasty sneer, full of threat of what would happen if she disagreed. How horrible to think that there are so many people in similar relationships. Well done on writing a great story on a very sensitive topic.
A very well made picture of a relationship that turns into abuse. Your first and last line form the perfect frame of the story, going from “You belong with me” to “You belong to me.” It says it all.