Beauty and the Beast

Beauty and the beast the press would have a feast if they caught a wiff  if they knew the truth !

She had met him at a party which was fancy dress she was wearing a 17th century ball gown  and he was certainly dressed to impress.She nearly passed him in the gloom but he leaped up and whisked her from the room.

At first she unsure and frightened of this man but he with flowery words and actions gallant soon began to her assure!

Lavishly he courted her, he wined and dined her. Loving, was he with her and she began to warm to him forget her troubles, he did not remind her.

So caring and aware of her needs was he that she did not notice the tiny rules he asked of her, slowly stopping her from being free.

When she asked if they could have friends to visit he seemed hurt that his company was not enough, insulted that she needed distractions extra to his love.

She wanted to go shopping, he brought the shops to her. She told him she wanted to walk in the sun and breathe in some fresh air. Again he got indignant why go without him she saw an angry flash in his eyes ….. she told  herself of  mind it was a figment .

Weeks turned into months and she found that if she mentioned no friends or family all was fine. He was loving and caring, protective of her at all times toasting their love each evening as they dined.

Since that night when he had scared her with an angry flash a show of violence held back . She knew, she really knew if that anger was unleashed her world with him would disappear in a flash.

Every third Thursday of the month he disappeared until the Saturday morning. She never knew exactly when he’d leave and his return was quiet giving her no warning.

There is no harm, no one would suffer she could escape a while and enjoy company of her friend and even go out for supper. She waited until she knew that he had gone  lest he returned unexpectedly.

The sun was so bright and she looked so pale as she passed people they turned to stare, she left a trail. Smiling she realized she was still dressed in a 17th century garb. She went straight to her flat and changed  put on some make up so she looked less macabre.

She met her friends they were delighted to see her but when she told them of her life their eyes all showed fear! Why will he not let you invite us round why did he take your phone why does he not let you out so you can visit home? She had no answer to their questions he loves me so was all she could reply.

Friday night she came home carefully hiding her clothes outside his gates. Now next time she left she would change after she had left his estate. That evening after dinner she asked him where he’d been he grew angry and displayed anger the like she’d never seen.

The next morning as she woke her room was full of flowers, her whole body hurt she was scratched and bruise and he thought he could fix it all with flowers? Gently he entered her room and helped  her out of bed he wept in her lap as she stroked his head. He begged her to forgive him this would never happen again she smile at him ….. they made love and she pretended as she winced with the pain.

It took weeks for her to recover and he showed much remorse  but still he insisted they were to live a solitary life. Sadly as her body healed her soul and mind began to wither she had no friends no family to share the ups and downs with her. One afternoon sitting in the garden she asked if she go and visit home he turned and snarled at her PARDON!

After that all was just a blur the table and the chairs where upturned and anything to hand and his fists started pounding into her.He left her there weeping his servants carried her to her room and gently tended her wounds and stemmed the bleeding. She could not believe how he had turned , turned for nothing at all. She felt a light go out in her mind and all her spirits fall.

Laying in her room for days she decided she had to leave. She knew it would be the end of him but for that she could not grieve. She told herself, you can’t live with a tyrant  who reasons with his fists and boot soles and the words he used had ripped her apart and left her  in holes!

It took time for her to recover and to devise a plan the gardener said he’d help her he was a genuine man.She waited till he took his usual trip on a Thursday night she took what she needed. Out of the house that night she fled to full fill the plan she had seeded. She made her way to her friends house, the friends she should of heeded.

She had laid her plans well and her apartment was easy to sell. Feeling so unsafe she  stayed with her friend recovering slowly from her strange life she stayed waiting for her wounds to mend.

Her job was gone she’d been away too long, that was no surprise .She spent hours gazing through the window watching normal life she felt her spirits rise. He came to visit more than once imploring her to return but she refused to see him all his advances she spurned.

He rang and charmed , he rang and threatened her friend had her number changed . He painted ‘whore’ across her friend’s car and posted threats through the door he kept up a barrage of abuse he truly was deranged! Finally  she had to leave all this harassment was more than she wanted her friend to receive.

The next few years she moved and moved, again lost contact with family and friends. Each time she settled into a new job and found a place to stay he would find her and be a nuisance night and day.She told the police but they never were much help, true they always listened but he had never touched or harmed her, that element  to which they would react was missing!

She rued the night of that party she rued the night she met him she had lost her life. Her friends all gone her career in the bin. One evening while driving home she saw  thought him, in the shadows of car park. Sitting in her locked car she waited his approach, at length she saw him advancing in  the back of the car his eyes glinting in the dark.

Like a huge cat he came in to her rear view mirror. Her heart was pounding every pore on her body was sweating, Fear was a tangible smell in the car but she kept her mind clear she measured how close he was getting.

He had nearly reached the car her foot covered the accelerator one more step, he touched the car. That was it she threw the car into reverse and drove as fast as she could into the wall behind her. She watched as the look of anger turned to horror then to pain just to be sure drove forward and reversed in to the wall again and again and a again.

A crowed gathered round the car someone dialled 999.  The police and the paramedics both arrived at the same time. The witnesses all said that she had deliberately killed the man they had seen it with their own eyes.

As they took her away she heard the paramedics pronounce him dead ‘at last’ she whispered to herself he will not follow me from this day.They charged her, and at the trial she used  his stalking as her defence but it did not go well and she went to jail to her it made no sense.

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Slowly friends and family came back this truly lifted her spirits they arranged an appeal and won, she was move to a psychiatric unit. It took years to repair the damage in fact she is recovering still but thankful to have her friends and family back. The thought of him haunts her still. It was not his death, though that was an ugly thought, no it was the chance meeting that had let him into her life and all the grief he’d wrought! …………………


Hope never give up hope. If you give up hope you may as well give up living.


22 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Ian Moone
    May 22, 2012 @ 07:07:17

    A tad distubing to read, but nicely done


  2. giselzitrone
    May 22, 2012 @ 11:13:06

    Wünsche dir mal einen wunderschönen Tag man muss nicht Aufgeben jeder Tag ist ein Kampf Herzlicher Gruss von mir Gislinde.


  3. fatimasaysell
    May 22, 2012 @ 12:16:28

    A sad but true story for many people.


  4. Pointless Paranoia
    May 22, 2012 @ 14:39:26

    Very creatively written, idol!


  5. stephenedwards425
    May 22, 2012 @ 16:21:43

    I have no idea where you found all these photos of Susie and I, but I thank you for posting them. Susie looks sooo good in red.

    Be encouraged!


  6. Linda Willows
    May 22, 2012 @ 18:59:10

    I knew a charming beast like this one, the early disguise is so convincing!


  7. granbee
    May 22, 2012 @ 19:48:14

    Willowdot, you have me shivering and yet agreeing with your last lines that hope should NEVER, ever be given up! And NEVER let an evil person taunt you or frighten you into returning evil for evil!


  8. eof737
    May 23, 2012 @ 00:24:57

    Well done… I love your ending.


  9. Androgoth
    May 24, 2012 @ 22:05:42

    So very nicely written Willowdot 🙂

    Androgoth XXx


  10. zendictive
    May 26, 2012 @ 19:42:22

    a charming poetic tale (~_~) I love your writes… I can see a collection of your tales published… so when is the book coming out??? (~_~)


  11. Jenni
    Apr 29, 2014 @ 16:36:12

    Wonderful – heartrending but wonderful and probably a more accurate interpretation of the fairy tale that what Disney would have us believe.


    • willowdot21
      Apr 29, 2014 @ 16:48:32

      Thanks I always found that Grimms and Anderson were much darker than they appeared on the surface. I also rewrote Cinderella and “The little match girl ” and the selfish princess.


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