The first step is always the Hardest. ( Marcus)

[SAVANNAH DUPREE PENNINGTON]

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A shatter would be heard in her house followed by a cry of pain, she would feel herself hitting the ground. Whimpering as a fist molded to her face over and over again, this seemed like a routine now and Savannah never had the strength to stop it. This was a woman's place to make sure their man was happy so nothing ever was done for them, they got beaten. A cry would echo across the house and whimpers of please stop escaping her lips before the fist would pull away. Coughing slight she would spit out the gathered blood around her mouth and watch as her husband started to walk away. Pain would rack her body and after a few moments she would find herself slowly rising, Her husband would go down to the local bar, or doing whatever god knows what , either way he would leave her for awhile. Probably looking like the doting husband while she was stuck with the after effect's of his temper. Whimpering she stood slowly and winced her hands going to her side , as she grabbed a towel from the kitchen counter and wiped at her face. She didn't have supplies right now , so she would need to go to her parents home. Not wanting to cause a scene she would grab a over coat and a hat as she would slip outside.

It was a short ride and once she found the home she would slowly slip inside, calling to her parents and hearing no answer a soft sigh would escape her lips. The servants would looking at her and all she would do was look at them back and a scowl on her face. " There isn't anything to see here, go do what my family is paying you for, leave me the hell alone." Her words bitter and angry , she was not this woman she was meant to be strong and have purpose being with a husband who actually loved her. Yet this was what she was given a man who thought of her as a object that he could just screw and beat till she was black and blue. Tears would well in her eyes as she felt her body shudder. Feeling shame and crippling as she found her way to the drawing room. This was never suppose to happen, her friends and family told of tails of happily married woman. Why couldn't she have had that it was just too good of a dream it seemed, taking a breathe her hands would grab back the towels again. Soaking them slowly in a bowl of water and dab at her face. " Son of a bitch, why does this happen to me I couldn't I just have a normal life. " Would be the thoughts filling her mind , anger would flood her body now as she pushed aside the bowl and feel it shatter to the floor, her body falling to her knees as she softy cried out in pain.

Their family had hire a helper named Marcus he was always around he would help the repairs on their home when needed. He was a good man came from money as well, Savannah hadn't seen him often but he seemed to be making her family which was a good thing. They had said hello a few times given friendly smiles, then she would go back home. After awhile though she would often back to her parents home just to see him and converse with him. Her husband though he didn't trust it, he started to question what the hell was going on. At first it was yelling a few hits here and there then some grabbing. Then he started bring up words of cheating, and affairs were being tossed out. She knew that woman back then her marked if they thought they were a whore , so she would try to convince him it wasn't true. He wouldn't hear any of it though , then the rage started and she found herself like this now. Trembling and crying she would clear her throat trying to gather herself before speaking. " Marcus, Marcus are you here.. please .. are you here."

Her words would trail off in broken sobs, she was no longer the strong woman he would see, her husband saw to that. He broke her spirit when he accused her of being a whore. Her hands would be shaking now as she weakly tried to clean up the pieces of the broken bowl she caused to shatter on the ground. Wincing as a piece cut her finger she would close her eyes, curling into herself for a moment, just trying to fade away. This was not how she wanted her life to be, but it was all that she could. Falling to her side she would curl up slightly and feel tears run down her cheeks her nose too the floor Warm salty tears streaming down her face as weak sobs left her lips, it was slowly filling the room.

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Roleplaying with:[/color] Marcus/Faded <33
Status:[/color] (unfinished)
Outfit:[/color] Click
Comments:[/color] the feels with this pdjgodhgld </3
Word Count:[/color] Enough
Listening to:[/color] Without you [/size]


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[MARCUS AJAX SANTIAGO]

savvannah/yayforfriends/enough words

If there was one thing Marcus enjoyed it was making things better. It was what had got him interested in architecture in the first place really. Seeing old, practically unlivable buildings and turning them into something new and more beautiful than before. And not only aesthetically pleasing but practical as well, something that would make life easier for the inhabitants. By this point in time he'd been practicing the profession for so long it was second nature now. Each decade seemed to bring with it more and more techniques and tools that enabled a designer such as himself to explore even more possibilities and avenues of creativity. This house was no exception, although taken care of quite well by the current owners.

It was an older house though, one that had been in the family for generations and due to that it was in need of a bit of a face lift so to speak. So far things were going quite well and they were right on schedule as far as the time table he had to work with was concerned. Seeing as the renovations did tend to disrupt things for those living there he always tried to get the work done as soon as was humanly possible. Some people were a bit more particular about what was humanly possible than others but Marcus was not a man easily intimidated or afraid to speak his mind. If they didn't like it he was more than happy to pack up and leave the work to someone else. The luxury of not being in need of money from his business ventures.

The couple who had contracted him for their house though were more than decent and in absolutely no hurry it seemed aside from wanting it done before winter came. Which was plenty of months away and far off from his estimated time table. Like most of the homes around the area this was part of a plantation, kept up in such a grand state by the money brought in from the fields stretching out around it for what seemed like forever. Marcus was well aware of how those crops were grown and harvested, or rather, who grew and harvested them. He was the last person to support such methods, knew exactly what it felt to be in their shoes and sympathized with them personally. Outwardly though he remained neutral, voicing neither an opinion for or against it. There had been a time he'd done so but not anymore. Some might call that cowardly, not picking a side but he'd watched plenty of similar situations play out over the centuries and in his eyes it was nothing but a short moment that would soon become but another fading memory.

That wasn't to say he didn't help where he could though. He'd helped quite a few people in the town and in others like it add secret passages and tunnels to their homes under the guise of renovations to help escaping slaves make it north. Times he'd spent most of his wages on secretly getting food and other supplies spread among the slaves quarters, not that you could call them such. Some of the plantation owners were surprisingly relaxed when it came to such things and a few even let him make repairs on the often poorly built shelters they were made to call home. That was his way of helping, by doing rather than simply saying the words for everyone to hear. What anyone else might have thought of him because of it he really couldn't have cared less. Appearances were everything to these people though, a fact clearly seen in how much they cared about the look of their houses compared to their neighbors.

Today's work had been completed with little problem and the men who worked for him had all returned to where they were staying in town about an hour before. Marcus planned on heading back as well but he had wanted to check on a few things for the next day's plans and make sure everything was ready. The Smith's had left for the evening as well, attending a house party at one of the neighboring plantations which left Marcus there with only the servants. Or so he had thought. He'd been about ready to turn and head for the front of the house and take his leave for the night when the sound of something shattering upon the floor the next room over echoed through the hall. Guessing it to be one of the servants he didn't plan on paying it much more heed but the sound of someone's voice followed and he stopped abruptly upon hearing his name. Curious he headed towards the sound and his eyes widened slightly in shock as he rounded the doorway. "Savannah?" Her name came out in a concerned tone and he crossed the few feet between them quickly, kneeling down beside her. "What happened?" With the way she was facing he couldn't quite make out her features clearly but he had a sinking feeling he knew exactly what had brought her here.

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