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Trapped Hearts: A Mother's Escape
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Lucas Carter
teenage son of Emily and John, struggles with his father's behavior towards his mother, athletic build with a conflicted expression.
John Carter
husband and abuser of Emily, father to their teenage son, tall with a menacing presence, controlling and violent.
Emily Carter
mother and victim of abuse, married to John Carter, petite with haunted eyes, resilient yet fearful.
I've never been one to believe in fate or destiny.
I think life happens, choices are made and the outcome is the result of said choices.
Well at least that's what I've always thought.
Tonight however has me questioning that.
As I stand here, literally shaking like a leaf, waiting for my husband to come home, I realize maybe there is such thing as fate.
If it wasn't for me being here, in this exact moment, waiting for him, then I'm not so sure my life would be the outcome it is.
I've lived in fear for so long I'm not sure I'd know how to live without it.
The sound of the door breaks my reverie and I know my time is up.
My heart beats rapidly as I hear his footsteps, and his keys hit the table, followed by his jacket.
Then there's silence.
The kind of silence that has your stomach dropping to the floor in anticipation of what's to come.
I stand frozen, eyes fixed on the floor as John's footsteps approach.
The air feels heavy, each second stretching into eternity.
Lucas, sensing the tension, peeks from his room, his eyes meeting mine with a silent plea for calm.
His gaze is wide with concern, and I can sense his uncertainty about what's unfolding.
John enters the kitchen, his presence dominating the space.
He pauses, scanning the room before locking eyes with me.
His gaze is sharp, assessing, as if weighing his next move.
I hold my breath, willing myself to remain steady.
Lucas shifts uneasily in the doorway, ready to intervene if needed.
The only sound is the soft hum of the refrigerator in the background, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside me.
John finally speaks, his voice low and controlled, "Emily, we need to talk."
His words hang in the air like a challenge, and I feel my heart rate spike in response.
I force myself to meet his gaze, trying to read his expression, but it's a mask of calm determination.
"What is it?" I manage to stammer, my voice barely above a whisper.
John takes a step closer, his eyes never leaving mine, and I can feel Lucas's tension escalate behind me.
"Emily, there's something I've been hiding from you," John says, his voice tinged with an unfamiliar vulnerability.
I swallow hard, glancing at Lucas who is now fully alert, before asking, "What do you mean, hiding?"
John hesitates for a moment, then admits, "I lost my job months ago and I've been pretending everything's fine."
