MidReal Story
Snowbound Escape: A Mother's Revenge
Scenario: Story of a mother and new born running from her husband who is running a evil empires. On the run of several years she learns to fight and teaches the son to fight in snowy forest. After some years they get tired running and they take down the husband and his organization with a genius plan. Make the story a suspense thriller with great action.
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Hope, love, and trust turned into fear and terror.
I jolted awake from my sleep, cold sweat soaked my body, and my heart raced so fast I thought I was going to pass out.
For a moment, I thought he was in bed with me, but then he was never in bed with me.
Mark was not the man I married.
He had changed so much since our college days, when he was charming, intelligent, and handsome.
I thought I had struck gold with Mark Johnson, and for a while there, I had been the envy of every girl on campus.
But then we got married, and he showed me his true self.
The man I married was a monster.
A powerful man with an evil empire at his disposal, an empire that struck fear into the hearts of men and women alike.
An empire that made him one of the richest men on earth.
From the outside, Mark appeared to be a rich businessman with a long list of successful companies under his control.
He didn’t look like a criminal mastermind with a dark empire that spanned continents.
He didn’t act like one either.
Mark’s empire was vast; it controlled companies, governments, and even crime syndicates.
He controlled politicians and police officers, as well as judges and lawyers.
It doesn’t matter what side you are on; if you had Mark’s permission to do something, you were safe.
If you didn’t have his permission to do something, you were dead.
Mark controlled the media as well; if he didn’t want something to be reported in the news, it wouldn’t be reported in the news.
But Mark was more than just an evil mastermind; he was a sadist who enjoyed inflicting pain on others.
And no one suffered more at his hands than me.
I never knew how bad things could get until it was too late to escape him.
Mark would have killed me if I had tried to leave him.
I knew it because he told me so himself after he beat me for the first time.
And so I stayed in my gilded cage, bound by fear and terror that one day Mark would kill me so that he could marry someone else who would be more obedient than what I was.
It was my own fault, I guess; I was the one who told him no for the first time.
I was the one who made myself a target for his anger and his fists.
The cycle of abuse had started then.
It would have been a miracle for me if it had ended before Mark finally killed me and moved on to some other victim.
I knew what was coming the moment I heard the door creak open.
The room felt like it was ten degrees colder than it had been before, and I shivered beneath the covers as I tried to pretend that I was still asleep and had been asleep the entire time he’d been gone from the bed.
But I couldn’t pretend that he wasn’t there any longer.
The sound of his breathing echoed off the walls as he crossed the room and stood beside the bed.
Mark reached out and grabbed my shoulder hard enough to leave bruises behind as he roughly shook me awake, and I tried not to cry out loud when he called me a whore for the first time in a long time.
“Get up,” he growled as he let go of my shoulder in order to grab a fistful of my hair instead, “you have some explaining to do.”
I blinked back tears as some part of my mind wondered if Mark would have bothered waking me up if I had been one of the countless women who had shared his bed over the years.
I highly doubted it; Mark liked the women he was with to be asleep when he left them because he thought it made him look like less of an asshole for cheating on me all the time.
He even went so far as to tuck them into bed before he left because he thought that it made him look like he wasn’t going to abandon them or something like that.
But I was the only woman he’d ever married, and that meant that he felt the need to be an asshole to me for nearly every little thing that I did or didn’t do, even though he was the one who had just disrespected our marriage by being with someone else.
I knew that he would never see it that way, though; he would always see it as being my fault instead of his fault because he was never wrong, and he could never be wrong about anything ever again for the rest of our lives.
And so I got out of bed, chastising myself for even thinking about such things while Mark stood there and watched me with unconcealed anger burning in his eyes as he waited for me to do as he’d ordered me to do.
He gave me a gentle push toward the bathroom door after I stood up and stepped away from the bed, and I silently wished that he would just hit me already so that we could get this over with and I could go back to pretending that I was asleep again before too long.
But it seemed that he had something else on his mind instead, and he made me stand there and watch him as he undressed and got into the shower with a cruel smile on his face that told me just how much he was enjoying my discomfort and my fear at the moment.
It wasn’t until he got out of the shower that he finally stopped torturing me with it, though, and then he did hit me as he walked past me and out of the room without bothering to put any clothes on first.
He gave me a wide smile as he left the room, though, and then he did something that had only ever done once before in the entire time we’d been married; he stopped walking long enough to turn around and look at me over his shoulder as he called out “Do you think you can make us some breakfast while you’re up?”
I couldn’t believe that he’d just done that, but my shock kept me rooted in place as I watched him disappear into the hallway.
I made myself move eventually, but I couldn’t make myself move fast enough for what he’d just done, not when he knew that I couldn’t make him breakfast if he hit me hard enough to shatter my jaw.
But he didn’t care about that, of course, because all that he cared about was making me miserable in every way that he possibly could, even when that meant doing something like this that didn’t make any sense at all.
And so then I was on the floor, with blood dripping out of my nose and spreading all over the carpet as I fought the unconsciousness that tried to claim me for my own.
It was a losing battle at first, but then I remembered that this wasn’t the first time I’d been in this position before, even though it had been so long ago that I’d nearly forgotten what had happened the first time.
I managed to get up after that, with my hands pressed against my stomach as I used the walls of the hallway for support as I made my way toward the bathroom as quickly as I possibly could.
I knew that he’d be furious when he found out that I was pregnant with his child, but I didn’t know what he’d do if he found out that I’d lost it after a beating like the one he’d just given me.
But I didn’t want to find out, either, so I just kept moving as quickly as I could until I finally made it into the bathroom and locked the door behind me so that he couldn’t get inside without breaking it down first.
But it didn’t matter how fast I moved or how many doors I locked behind me, not when he was right on my heels and coming after me with a look on his face that told me that he wasn’t going to stop until he’d gotten exactly what he wanted right then.
I really thought that I was going to die before too long after that, but instead I laid there in a pool of my own blood on the bathroom floor while he went into the bedroom and fell asleep like nothing had even happened.
I survived, though, even though I don’t remember much of what happened during the next few days after he did that to me.
But my baby survived as well, which was all that really mattered for a little while.
My best friend was there for everything else that I needed, though, so she was there for me when I needed someone to drive me home from the hospital without anyone else finding out about it until after we were already gone.
I couldn’t have asked for a better friend than her, even though we’d only known each other for a few months by then because she was always there for me when Mark wasn’t around or when he was busy with something more important than spending time with his wife.
I didn’t think that anything could have been more important than spending time with his pregnant wife at the time because he’d just found out that he was going to be a father for the first time ever.
But he proved me wrong immediately by leaving for his next appointment without even so much as asking me if there was anything that he could do in case things didn’t go well with my first pregnancy.
And so then my friend was there for my first prenatal appointment as well as everything else after that while Mark went on with his life as if nothing had changed at all.
But she couldn’t stay at home with me every single day even though she would have done anything else for me, so instead she did something else by teaching me how to defend myself against someone who was bigger than me or stronger than me or more experienced than me in every single way possible.
That way, nobody would ever be able to hurt me like Mark had hurt me back then because they wouldn’t be able to catch me off guard without paying the consequences for trying something like that with someone like her best friend.
It took a lot of work for us to accomplish what we did during those first few months, but we managed to do exactly what we’d set out to do by the first snowfall of the year.
I don’t know that either of us expected that things would turn out like they did after that, but we didn’t have any other choice in the matter once they did.
We had no idea what we were doing on that day, but we knew that we needed to leave as soon as possible before someone found out about me and took me back home before I even had a chance to do anything other than run away from home for a little while.
And so then we were gone before anyone could stop us from doing anything at all, which meant that we needed a place to stay for the night since it was already dark outside by the time we left and we didn’t have anywhere else that we could go after that.
We found a hotel close by almost immediately, but we didn’t stay for very long after that because it wasn’t very close at all and we didn’t want anyone finding us before we had a chance to do anything else.
I’m glad that we did what we did when we did it because I don’t know how much longer we would have been able to keep running away from home before someone saw us leaving and told Mark about it before he could do anything else about it.
But that way, he didn’t know where we’d gone and he couldn’t come looking for me even if he wanted to because he didn’t know where he should be looking in order to find me in the first place.
I hope that’s true, but I can’t stop worrying about him coming after me and finding me again before too much longer after that.
I’ve never been able to get away from him for very long before, so I don’t know what makes me think I can do it now, but I never thought I would be able to get away from him for good either and yet here I am, so that has to count for something at least.
“Liam, there’s something I need to tell you,” I said as I sat down beside him by the fire.
“What is it, Mom?”
he asked as he turned toward me.
“I don’t know how you’re going to react,” I admitted quietly as I looked away from him and down at the ground.
“I just don’t want you to be mad at me because of what I did.”
“You don’t have to worry about that,” he promised me as he reached over and put his hand on top of mine.
“Just tell me what it is already so you can stop freaking out about it.”
I took a deep breath and then let it out slowly as I thought about how I was going to say what I needed to say and then finally just came right out with it.
“Your father… He wasn’t exactly… He wasn’t exactly…”
“He wasn’t exactly what?”
he asked when I didn’t continue on with what I’d been planning on saying.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized as I shook my head and looked at him.
“He was an abusive son of a bitch who raped me,” I said as I finally found the courage I needed in order to tell him the truth about what his father had done to me all those years ago.
“I don’t want you to be mad at me for calling him that, but I just couldn’t think of any other way of saying what I needed to say without telling you what he’s really like.”
“I don’t want to hear about what he’s really like,” Liam said as he shook his head, his face full of anger as he did.
“And I don’t want you talking about this ever again because I don’t want to know any more about him than I already do.”
“I’m sorry,” I said again as I shook my head and wiped away some tears that were starting to roll down my cheeks without me being able to stop them.
“I didn’t mean for anything like that to happen.”
“It’s not your fault,” Liam said as he reached over and put both of his hands on top of mine this time as he gave me a small smile.
“It’s all right.”
“You don’t hate me?”
“What would make you think something like that?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted with a shrug.
“I just thought… Never mind.”
“Just let me know if you ever need anything at all,” he said with another small smile as he shrugged again.
“Okay?”
“I will,” I promised him with a nod.
“So, how many guys did you take down this time?”
“Only two,” Liam admitted with a shrug.
“But we didn’t really see anyone else after we took them down, so we don’t know how many people there are out there still looking for us other than that they haven’t found us yet.”
I nodded in understanding and then looked around at our home in the snowy forest as I thought about how lucky we were to have found such an amazing place in which we could hide without anyone finding us unless they were really looking hard for us.
