Screems of Silence

She sat down, grazing her face, with her fingers, trying to feel if she were bleeding. She was still shaking, even after having run from him. However, brief a reprieve she would get, she would take advantage of. The hard, cold, pavement felt calming. The only real thing in her life. She wasn’t even sure if she were real. She hadn’t felt real in a long time.
Her husband had come into her life, when she was just 14. He promised her freedom from her drunken father, and promiscuous mother. He painted pictures for her, of his castle, with its rambling corridors and ancient art. He paid her father to sign her over to him. Had she a choice?
He said she would be the beauty of his fortress, the one shinning star. She had believed him. And maybe, maybe it would have been different…if she hadn’t fallen off the horse. If she’d have listened to him and stayed inside, but, oh, how she loved to ride. She had gotten used to her daily rides. Had enjoyed the wind in her hair, the muscled horse galloping beneath her. She hadn’t realized just how muddy it really was. She hadn’t meant do defy him. She just wanted to breath the fresh air.
After the fall, he never looked at her the same. She had been thrown against the trunk of a tree, her face taking the brunt of the hit. She couldn’t see from her left eye socket, there was no eye there to see with. She knew she wasn’t the beauty that he had married, she knew the defiance was on her head, but this, this was almost too much to bare.
He heard her crying, as he stalked up to the castle chapel. His dark, velvet, shirt making noise of the tide lapping at the shore, as he swung his mammoth limbs. He hardened his hart against any sympathy he might feel for her, it was her fault that he was doing this. He had loved her, cherished her. Then, she had to go make a mockery of him. She had to defy him, and after all that, she had to permanently remind him of that defiance. She wasn’t worth his time. However he couldn’t have others seeing his wife as controlling him. Not that anyone ever saw her these days, he didn’t allow it. No, she was forced to hide her mutilated flesh from the world. Hell, she can’t even talk properly! Why would she want to meet with anyone, anyway? She was hideous. He was convinced that he was doing her a favor!
As he came up to her, he saw it. His chance. He picked up the candle stick near her, and swung, as she opened her mouth, but said nothing.