It was a small house on the shore that I had stumbled across when I first came to Seattle. The main reason why I bought it was because no one knew about it. It was my little paradise far away from the people.

I got out my keys to get inside quickly because it was a little chilly out. . I looked around the house to inspect everything. It was pitch black, so I switched on the light and went directly to the bathroom. I needed to take a tinkle.

As I sat on the toilet, something caught my eye. It was the cuts. Sometimes I would forget they were there. I traced on one with my finger. It was fresh. About a week or two old. Then my cabinet with the blade was calling me. She was telling me to come get her. She wanted to help me ease my mind. Make all my thoughts go away. Hesitantly, I went over to the cabinet and got her. I looked at the blade and then back at my leg. I didn't want to do it... but I couldn't control myself. I placed the blade on the old line and made a light slit.

I watched as a small amount of blood trickle down my leg.

It wasn't as painful as the world. It wasn't as painful as the pain people caused me. It wasn't as painful as my past . And as a result of that pain I ended up hurting yourself. I had a lot of problems but when I cut, my mind went blank. The only thing I was focused on was the blood sliding down my leg. It looked like a tear. When my eyes were tried of crying, my legs did it for me.

I cut myself because of my loneliness. I knew a lot of people. I hung out with a lot of people but I still felt alone. I cut myself because the one person that was suppose to take care of me left and the one that remained, made my life a living hell. I cut myself because I'm ugly inside and I wanna drain some of that out. I cut myself because I'm ashamed of things that I have done and words that I have said. I cut myself because its the only thing that brings me closer to my demise. I tried twice to end it all but people got in the way. They thought I stopped but I just hide them somewhere else. Cutting was my pain killer. My drug. My addiction. It was the only way to be somewhat in a way free.

When I was about to deepen the cut, my phone rang.

"Jeanette it's Jason." the voice cried through the phone. It was shaky and I heard something break.

"Patton?" I asked alarmed and then the phone hung up. All the hairs of my body stood up. Without wasting any time I wiped off the blood from my thigh with a some toilet paper and pulled up my pants then I ran out of the door and drove to her house. When I got there I went up to bang on the door but it was already opened a crack so I just pushed it open.

"Patton, where are you?" I yelled as I walked around the house to find my sister. I looked around and saw that everything was broken. The TV. The Chairs. The lamps. And some parts of the wall. Then I saw blood smeared on the floor. I followed the trail and it lead me to a closet.

"I'm in here" she said in a faint voice as she opened the closet. Her forehead was bleeding bad and little Eric was in her arms. He was crying. I hurried over to where she was and crouched down to go to her level. Her eyes were red and puffy and she was so pale.

"What happened Patton?" I whispered and went closer to her.

"He came home drunk. He started saying crazy things like he didn't love me and that this marriage was a sham. I thought we were fine.... Then he grabbed a lamp and smashed it and then he continued to break everything else like a mad man. Then I got scared that he would get hurt, so I tried to stop him but he turned on me. He punched me in the stomach and then I fell and my head scratched the coffee table he had broke. Before he could do anything else I grabbed Eric from his crib and went to hid." she said as her voice cracked with each word. His eyes were closed and she didn't want to look at me.

"He's not here but the house is pretty fucked up" I said hugging her a little. And then she started to whimper and shake.

"Patton don't worry we can get through this" I said trying to console my sister but it wasn't working.

"No we wont. He gets more violent everyday" she cried.

"Then leave him. Come on, we can go visit mom." I said and pulled on her arm a little. I couldn't and wouldn't let her stay here. That was against sister code.

"But Jeanette, if you do that you'll break the rules of the contract" she gasped.

"Fuck the contract. He has taken it too far. Now it's war. I will not stand for this kind of disrespect." I growled. The conditions to their married didn't matter anymore. He broke his side of the deal and now he was going to have to pay with his miserable life.

"He will find us. And when he does he will kill us." she said as she shook her head.

"Woman I am the boss of the operation. Let little sissy take care of you" I said.

"But I love him and I know he loves me. We just have some problems Jenny. Maybe, I should wait for him to come back so we can talk it out" she said with a flash of hope in her eyes.

"If he loved you, he wouldn't have done this to your house. If he loved you, you wouldn't have hid in a closet. If he loved you, he would be here with you talking to you. Not trying to attack you for no reason" I said in a reasoning voice.

"HE WAS DRUNK" she cried, trying to defend him.

"DRINKING IS NO EXCUSE. NOW GET YOUR BUTT IN THE CAR." I snapped in a commanding voice. I was frustrated that she couldn't see it. That she was too blind. When I shouted it she started to whimper and recoil from me. I took a deep breath to come down.

"He needs help Patton and you can't give him that. Please, lets go before he comes back for you and Eric" I said in a soft voice. And I looked at her with pleading eyes. Since my legs where tired I stood up.

It took her a couple of minutes to respond and finally she said "Okay" and then I took Eric from her as she tried to stand up. She went to her room and took the remaining clothes that were still in tact and we left. First, I needed to go to my house and take some clothes... if he hadn't burned them all up. I would have gone to my house on the shore but it was too far and I needed to act fast.

I went inside and he was there watching t.v.

"shouldn't you be sleeping?" I questioned. It was 3 am.

"I had trouble sleeping. Besides, this is my house and I can do whatever I want" he spat as he got up and turned off the TV.

"Okay, that's nice. I'll be gone for a couple of weeks" I said shortly and started to walk again but he spoke.

"Where are you going?" he growled. I was trying to be polite and tell him I would be gone but he was trying to turn it into something that was unnecessary.

"To a place" I said casually.

"Where is this place?" he questioned.

"My Mother's house" I said in the same tone as before and the raced up the stairs. I grabbed the suit case that I had came here with and opened up to start pack. Then I heard the door open in the room and it was him.

"And where does she live?" he asked.

"...Paris" I muttered as I folded my clothes. Then all of a sudden he snatched the shirt that was in my hands.

"YOU'RE NOT GOING TO PARIS!" He said in a booming voice.

"Why not? I need to take care of family things Michael. You wouldn't understand." I said irritated and then went back to the drawer to get more clothes.

"Try me" he said next softly.

"I don't have the time." I whispered and tried to close the suit case but he grabbed the handle and slammed it on the floor and caused all the clothes to fall out.

"Tell me now." he said through gritted teeth.

"Michael can you-" I started to say but a sound from outside interrupted me. It sounded like tires screeching. I rushed outside and my car was gone.

"HOLY SHIT!" I shouted in frustration.

"What happened?" Michael said behind me causing me to jump.

"Nothing happened." I said shortly "I just need to go right now." then I took out my phone to dial a cab.

"What! You just came back" he snapped.

"I don't have time to fight with you Michael" I growled.

"What happened?" he pressed. I finally gave up fighting with him.

"My car, sister and my nephew are gone" I sighed. I just gave him a vague answer to shut him up. I didn't want him to know my business.

"They probably ran away from you" he said in a mocking tone. Those words caused me to lose it. I got the nearest thing close to me which was a vase. I acted like I was trying to aim for him. It flew very close to him but didn't hit him. He was shocked.

"Shut the fuck up Michael" I said through gritted teeth and then walked to another room in the house.

As I was dialing for a cab, another call was coming in so I took it. It was an unknown number.

"Hi sister in law" the voice said cheery.

"You son of a bitch. WHERE IS MY SISTER AND NEPHEW!" I yelled through the phone.

"They're safe, but I need something from you" Jason said.

"like what?" I spat.

"You" he simply said.

"What are you talking about?" I said angry and confused.

"I always wanted to marry you but since you were too young, your sister had to take your place. But now that I have no use for her anymore, I wanna take you." he said.

"Listen to me very careful you son of a bald hoe. When I find you, I will put a bullet in your heart and between your eye" I said slowly and carefully through a clenched jaw.

"So feisty. I bet your husband says you're controlling in bed." he snickered.

"How dare- I started to say but he cut me off.

"I want a new deal. Now you better come to my house in the next 72 hours or the baby gets it and then your sweet big sister" he said and then cut the line before I could say anything.

"Fuck" I whispered as I clenched the phone with my hand.

"What happened?" Michael said again.

"Didn't I throw a vase at you 5 minutes ago. why are you still talking to me?"

"You will be punished for that later. Right now I wanna know what's up" He said in a Harsh voice.

"Nothing I have to go. See you soon." I said and then ran out of the house. He yelled Jeanette as I ran to the taxi got in and vanished from his view.

***

Michael Shaw pov

She fucking left Again? I don't really understand how she could have left the first time. Why didn't she want to be a submissive wife? Why did she not want to listen? I mean isn't that what all woman want? A Master?

Last night was nothing but torture. Cindy kept apologizing for trying to give me an STD and then she showed me multiple tests from various doctors to that show me that she was clean. She keep on begging me to take her back. And of course I said yes. I needed someone to satisfy me and she was there. Unlike Jeanette who left me for a wedding? Its a good thing that Cindy was back. Jeanette would have just over thought everything like my other one night stands.

However for some odd reason I missed having her in my home. The fighting. The yelling. Hell, even the sex. I wanted her to come back, but I couldn't seem weak and tell her. That would be unethical.

I walked back into the house to a desperate Cindy. She was in the shower in another bedroom while Jeanette was here. She hugged my stomach and when I pushed her off she got hold of my leg.

"Cindy, do you want me to put back that restraining order." I said in a warning tone.

"Baby no, I just missed you" she said and hugged me leg tighter.

"Well, I didn't miss you. I only slept with you to prove Jeanette a point." I said spat.

"Well I'm glad you could show her with me. I am your slave after all." she purred.

"Cindy, get out of my house." I said and then pried her off my leg.

"But baby- she stated to stay but I had enough of her.

"OUT." I yelled and then she whimper and recoiled away from me in a frown.

"I'll be back soon baby" she said in a soft voice and then left the house.

I went to the kitchen and sat on a bar stool and my mind automatically went to Jeanette. When I saw her I saw worry and sadness. For someone reason I wanted to take that sadness away I wanted her to be stress free. But she wouldn't let me in. she wasn't like most woman from what I saw. She never complained to me and she was very distant from other. It was like she put on a mask and then walked around greeting people with this fake smile.

I decided to call my father and to see if he knew of any information containing my wife.

"Hey dad." I said.

"Hey son, what's going on?" he said in a sleepy voice.

"I need to talk to you about Jeanette" I said in a serious voice.

"What about her?" he said.

"Well a few days ago. she told me you had lunch with her." I said.

"Yes.." he said waiting for me to continue.

"Well, why would u do that? I thought we established that she is a bitch" I snapped.

"You did. Not me." he corrected.

"Dad, why are you like this? Can't you see? She's just like mom. She's just another woman trying to kill me. She already tried once. I won't let her try another" I said.

"Actually son, Jeanette and I have already found out who that was" he simply said.

"Why would you need Jeanette help? She can't do anything" I said confused.

"I beg to differ. She was the only reason why we were able to find the person." he said.

"Ugh dad stop protecting her." I groaned.

"She hasn't given me a reason to dislike her. And Son I think its time you stop that cruel plan of yours" He said.

"WHAT?" I said.

"Jeanette doesn't deserve what you have planned for her. She doesn't deserved to be thrown away like trash after she gives birth to my grandchild. She doesn't deserve to be disrespected by you in any way. She doesn't deserve such hate for something she hasn't done. And if I hear anything negative from her, I will disown you." he said sternly.

"Dad" I said shocked. This was just like mother all over again.

"If she doesn't want to be in the married fine, but you will have child with her and she will be the mother." he said and then he hung up the phone abruptly. Then another number rang my house phone. It was in the kitchen. I know it's weird that I have one but sometimes my staff needs me.

"Hello" I said.

"Hello, is Jeanette there?" the voice asked. It was a man's voice. Suddenly my blood was pumping.

"No. Who is this? Another man asking for her services?" I said shortly.

"No. It's her father." the man said.

"Oh"

"Tell her to call me or else" he warned.

"Or else what?" I challenged.

"She knows goodbye." he said shortly. And then the line went dead.

A few hours past and she finally came home. I was worried sick about her and when I heard the door open my heart jumped. I didn't know if it was of joy or misery.

"Jeanette" I said as I walked to the door to see her.

"What?" she groaned.

"Your father called." I said causally.

"Ok" she said with a shrug and then went to the kitchen.

"Don't you wanna know what he wanted" I questioned.

"No. Why would I?" she said shortly.

"Because he's your fa-" I was about to say but the phone cut me off. I pick it up and it was him again.

"Is she back?" he asked.

"It's him again" I said to her and then held out the phone to give to her.

"Oh okay. Let me get it" she said and then when she got the phone she slammed it back down on the holder. Then she went to the living room and sat back down to watch TV.

"Why did you do that?" I asked.

"Do what?" she said innocently.

"Jeanette" I said as I went to go sit down on the couch next to her.

"Go away. You don't see me asking you questions about your life so you have no right to ask about mine" she snapped.

"Okay, what do you wanna know?" I said.

"What?" she asked surprised.

"I clearly have less problems than you, so I'll tell you and you tell me" I said.

"I'll pass." she said casually.

"Well do you want me to threaten you to tell me things instead?" I said sharply. She turned to glare at me and help my gaze through narrow eyes. A couple of minutes passed and she didn't move.

"Fine" she sighed as she got the remote to turn off the tv "You first."

"Well.... when I was a kid my mother was a bitch. Like you kind of. She tried to trap my dad by taking his semen and getting pregnant. And that's what made me who I am today. She was my father's second wife. Monica is my half sister. My mother hated that I wasn't enough to win over my fathers love for her, so she would torment me. She would leave me at home for days at a time without any food or water while my father was on business trips. She even tried to drown me in the pool once. Soon she got bored of making my life a living hell and decided it was time to get rid of me once and for all. She tried to slit my throat with a kitchen knife. But my dad came in just in time. He took care of her and from then on it was just me and him." I said.

Flashback

"Mommy" I said as I tapped her on the shoulder softly. She turned around with hatred in her eyes and poked me in the throat hard.

"WHAT YOU LITTLE PIECE OF DOG SHIT?" she spat as I was couching. Then she grabbed my shirt by my collar and lifted me up off the floor. I was struggling to breath and then she dropped me. I landed face first on the cold hard floor.

"I'm hungry mommy. I haven't eaten since Monday" I whimpered as I got up. Then I felt some warm liquid come out of my nose. I touched it and saw that it was blood. I just wiped it off because this usually happened when she did that.

"WHAT'S DAY IS IT TODAY?" she growled.

"It's Thursday" I stutter to say and tried to sniffle the blood that was still running up my nose.

"IT'S NOT MY PROBLEM. GO MAKE SOMETHING TO EAT AND LEAVE ME ALONE" she said and pushed me to the ground backwards.

"But mommy I'm hungry" I whimpered and then she grabbed my shirt again.

"Fucking starve." She said through gritted teeth and then hit me in my face then she threw me against a wall and I just laid on the floor because I didn't have enough strength to get up.

"Mommy, I still love you" I said as she passed my limp body.

"Shut up and go die" she said causally.

A couple of hours passed by and my father was home. He was the best dad you could ever have. He was my savior when my mother came. That week he was on a business trip and came back early.

"Honey your back" Mommy said as she ran to the door. When she reached him, she went down on her knees and kissed his hand. That was her normal routine. She was very obedient to my father.

"Hi honey" he said and then brushed her off to get to me. When he wasn't looking she glared at me and put her middle finger up.

"Hi son" he said cheerfully and lifted me from the floor.

"Daddy, I'm hungry" I whispered as I hugged him.

"Well, I bet your mommy has something cooking in the kitchen" he said happily to me and then turned around to look at my mother.

"Of course I have something in the kitchen honey" she said sweetly and went over to pat him the shoulder.