Taking Faith (3 page)

"I…do," Roger said and then lifted her face with his fingers on his chin. "Say it."

"I do," she said automatically and couldn't hold it in another second. She burst from the inside out with tears, letting her chin fall rebelliously back to her chest.

"Girl-"
The minister grabbed her arm, but Roger gripped his hand on her skin.

"Don't. I've got it," he said and started to pu
ll her away.

"We're going to go, Roger. You mind your husband, girl!" the minister yelled and they were gone, leaving her with Roger and his father. Describing him as furious would be an understatement.

Roger's father glared at her and then him. "Well, get on with it! Hit her!"

"Father," Roger started, but his father took a dangerous step forward and growled at him. "Hit her. Hit her and teach her who's boss right now. Show me that you can be the man I raised you to be."

Roger sighed and gave his father a placating look.
"
I will do what needs to be done;
I just think I should do it without
you-"

Amy couldn't hold her scream in when Roger's father launched himself at her. Her gripped her by the hair and pulled her to
stand in front of
Roger
, the painful zing shooting down her spine
. "Hit her!"

Roger looked at her, his face shaking with strain. She could d
o nothing but look into his wide
eyes and
wait.
But when his hand rose
it wasn't to hit her, it was to pull her away. "Go into the bedroom, Amy," he said angrily. She didn't know if it was directed at her or not, but she ran.

She heard his father say, "Are you disrespecting me?"

She stopped at the doorframe just in time to see his father grab him by his collar and slam him against the wall as he'd done the night before. He punched the side of his head and Roger saw her out of the corner of his eye.
"Go!" he yelled at her before looking back at his dad. "Father, I wasn't being disrespectful."

He smacked him
on the side of the head again. "Oh, yes, you were!"

She disappeared inside the room and shut the door. She searched the room for a hiding place and jammed herself into the closet, slamming the door behind her and pushing the shoes out of the way. She brought her knees up to her chest and rocked as she wrapped her arms around them.
Her pinkie finger caught something and she raised her hand to see in the sliver of light.

It was a ring.

He'd put a ring on her
I'm Married
finger and she hadn't even realized it. She jerked her hand back down and tried not to think, but it was awfully hard when all she could hear was the yelling and banging going on out there. She didn't get it. Why did Roger, who was exceptionally larger than his father, let him do that to him? He could easily have defended himself from the blows if nothing el
se. And why hadn't he hit her? Sh
e could tell by the look on his face he wanted to. Or he at least wished that he wanted to. It would make things easier for him if he would.

She leaned her chin on her hands and closed her eyes. After some time, she heard the door slam and then Roger's footsteps were coming. She tensed, not sure of what to expect from him. The bedroom door opened and then the closet door. He stared down at her and
she waited once more.

"We've got to get ready to go to Alex's," he told her, his voice low and strange. "Get up."

"Why?" she whispered before she could stop herself. She saw his face turn hard so she hurried up to finish her sentence. "Why don't you fight back?"

His face turned several shades of red before settling on one dark and embarrassed and angry. He held his hand out and she took it and he pulled her up quickly. His face was just inches from hers and he said his words to her in harsh whispers. "I don't fight back because that would be disrespectful, something you apparently know nothing about!"

"My parents never treated me that way," she whispered and he raised his hand…as if to hurt
her, but she knew he wouldn't. S
he just knew. She didn't even flinch. He held his shaking hand there for a long time trying to work up the courage to do it. Eventually he lowered his hand and grabbed her face in his hands.

"I wish I could hit you
. I wish I could do what I'm supposed to do, but I just can't seem to…" He shook his head and let her go."Get dressed. I brought some of my mother's clothes here for you. They're in that dresser."

She stood silently, her face burning. He'd touched her so gently, though his words had been harsh. He wished he could hit her… She shook the thought away and went to the dresser. She pulled out a dress and was surprised that it was her size. It was purple with flowers, something she would have never worn before all this. She pulled off her clothes and slipped the dress over her head. She stared at herself in the vanity mirror. She looked an awful mess.

Oh, well.

She made her way to the living room and stood in the entrance as he buttoned his shirt. He was mumbling to himself. It looked as though he'd worked himself into a frenzy, too. When he saw her
,
his eyes stayed on her longer than usual and she squirmed, shrinking against the wall.

All she wanted to do was go to bed and cry, but now she had to go and meet another man and his wife. Maybe she would recognize her. She tried to keep that thought together in her mind. He jerked his head to the door and she made a slow path there. He grabbed her upper arm gently and turned her to look at him. "Do not try to run. Do you understand?"

She nodded, feeling a tear slip from the corner of her eye. He kept going. "The house we're going to…Alex. He's pretty perfect." He chuckled and shook his head. "He's been my best friend for years and
I want him to think
that
I have everything under control here. I want him to tell my father later that you were…scared of me." She jerked to look at him in reflex. "Don't make me hurt you. I… Just don't make me hurt you."

He kept her arm in his hand as he took her to the truck. They drove a very short distance to another house and got out.
She looked at the nicely manicured lawn and wondered what this man would be like. And why? Why di
d these men need to do this to get
women?

Roger took her arm again, taking her from her thoughts, and took her to the back door. Her heart thumped painfully. As soon as that door opened, Roger was a
different person. He was laughing and boisterous. He joked. But it was the woman there that captivated Amy's attention. She found herself practically running to her. She had no idea who she was, but she remembered that face from the warehouse. The girl opened her arms to her and took her to the kitchen. She poured out her heart about how scared she was and how mean Roger was. Though, if she were being honest, he was
n't
really. He was strange, but she couldn't really put her finger on what was going on with Roger. It was almost as if he didn't want her there.

They ate supper and she tried not to stare at Roger because he was acting like a total
jerk. She'd never seen him act this way and it confused her. He was bragging about getting the prettiest girl, like he was trying to insult the girl, Elena, or even Alex. Alex seemed…nice almost.

That all
changed when Elena took
Roger's plate from the table. Roger
was enraged and yelled something at her Amy didn't hear because she was so scared o
f what was coming. He wouldn’t… H
e did. He slapped that girl across the face. She fell back into the chai
r. Alex started yelling at him
, and Amy took that opportunity to take Elena to the kitchen. She apologized for what Roger had done, but soon Alex came in and asked for Amy to leave. She went back out with Roger reluctantly. She didn't know if she could just sit and watch if Alex was going to beat her.

But it was Roger that took her attention. He was pacing by the table. He kept glancing down at the mess the plates had made when he'd made her drop them all and grabbing at his hair. "I did it," he said. "I did it."

He said it like he was proud, but he didn't look proud. She gripped the corner to keep herself upright as she watched the man unraveling before her eyes.
He was on the verge of something. What, she did
n't
know, but it scared her to think about going home with that man. He turned and jolted when he saw her. He hadn't realized she was there. He barked at her, "Go tell them I'm ready to go."

She
did and Elena hugged her hard
as Alex went to Roger. She thought about what to say to console Elena, but it was Elena that did the consoling. She told her,
“Amy, listen to me. I know it’s hard and you don’t want to, but you have to trust
me.
Just be his wife. I know it sounds crazy, but just pretend that this is what you want, pretend you’re where you want to be. Find a happy place. Be his wife, Amy.”

Amy left then, being pulled by the arm by Roger. He didn't look at anyone as they left. She thought about what Elena had said. That was just crazy. She looked over at Roger.
He
was crazy. He got in the truck and mumbled some more to himself about being a good man, about his father being proud
, that this was proof that he could do this
. Though his words were praiseful, his eyes were haunted. The short ride to his house was silent. He got out and waited for her to join him before unlocking the door. Once they entered he locked the door and put the key in his pocket.

He turned to her and she wanted to feel sorry for him. She really did. He was a broken man. His eyes were red and on the verge of tears
it seemed
, his hands shaking and misguided as they raked his hair once again. He moved toward her and she raised her hands as she gasped. He stopped and glanced at her arm. He took it in his hands and fit his fingers over the bruises. He closed his eyes as if in agony
, turning his head as he
said, "Go to bed."

She didn't care that it was the afternoon. Burying herself in the bed to cry was what she wanted, so she went swiftly and closed the door.

* * *

He'd done it. Roger had hit the girl who needed to be taught a lesson. It wasn't his girl. He couldn’t seem to muster up the gall to hit her…yet. But he'd have to get over that. This was his life, this was what he was supposed to do. This was what was right and good.

If it was so good, if it was so right, if it was what God wanted for him, if it was what his father would be so incredibly happy about, then why did Roger feel like someone had stuck a hot poker in his chest? Why couldn't he seem to leave Amy's door without his breaths being pulled from him in anxiety? And why couldn't he get the horrified face of Alex's wife out of his mind?

* * *

She opened her eyes sometime that night to a quiet house. She needed to use the bathroom so she
got up and treaded as quietly as possible, but when she cracked the door open, he was there in the hall next to her door. He was leaning his back against the wall, his head resting in the doorframe of the
hall
closet
as he sat
. His arms were resting on his knees gently, but it was his face that made her pause. Even in
his sleep he looked as if he were
tortured. His hair was a mess
from pulling at it.

Why wasn't he sleeping on the couch…or the bed? What was he so upset about?

She crept back into the room without using the bathroom, for fear of waking him up.

* * *

She woke to a hammer. It was the next morning and
she'd slept. C
ried, but still slept. She was on top of the covers again on the end of the bed. She refused to use his blankets or his pillows. Those were his and though he never came in to sleep with her, which surprised her, she would not use them.

She felt her eyes swollen and achy from crying long hours into the night. She must have cried in her sleep as well. She dreamed. She had dreams about the warehouse and all those girls, about Roger slapping Elena, about being stuck there forever in that house with him. She didn't move, didn't get up. She didn't care what he was hammering
, b
ut soon, he came in to wake her.

She heard him at the door. "If the hammer won't wake you, we're going to have problems. Why don't you get up and make some breakfast?"

She rolled over to see him. He was shirtless and a sweaty mess.
He was holding the hammer on his shoulder like some kind of caveman. His arms…were huge. She huffed and turned back to press her face into the bed. He spoke again, closer this time. "Come on, get up
, Amy
."

Her stomach curled at hearing him say her name
and she tensed.
She rolled over once more to reach the edge of the bed and stood. The bed separated them and she tried not to look at him.
"I'm fixing a window for my store
. We've got to go in today and catch up on some work. I'll show you everything you're going to be doing, but first, I'm going to take a shower. Have some breakfast ready, ok?"