Free Taking Faith by Shelly Crane Page B

but he needed her. He needed someone to show him some kindness if for no other reason than to be kind. No expectations, no tit for tat, just being good to someone for absolutely no reason at all.
                  Amy bet that he'd never had that a day in his life. It wasn't fair. She thought about all of the kids in the community being raised by these men to behave a certain way. Was it any surprise when that was exactly what they did?
 
                  What Elena had said to her came flitting through her mind. Just be his wife, Amy. That's what she'd do. She'd just do what needed to be done around the house and the office in hopes of Roger seeing that people could care for absolutely no reason at all. There was still come goodness in the world, despite everything.
                  With her vow tightly in place, she sat on the couch and turned on the television to the news. She leaned back and tried to find something, but most of the channels were locked. She realized, they thought of everything in this place. If she could watch the news, she would know where she was. So she settled on a home renovating show and leaned back to zone out. Some people say that TV rots your brain, but for Amy it was comforting, especially when she felt alone. The TV or the radio was on almost all the time in her apartment, even if she wasn't watching it. It was just the noise, the other voices…
                  She left the TV on and decided to check out the rest of the house. She found the laundry room by the garage. He had another car in the garage that she hadn't seen before. It had a cover on it and she saw the dip in the cover telling her it was a convertible. She bit her lip and smiled, but closed the door. She loved convertibles, always had. In fact she was so taken by them that in high school she went to a dance once with a Senior and the only thing she knew about him was that he drove a convertible.
                  She laughed at herself as she walked back across the living room. It felt like forever ago, but she was only nineteen. It was nothing compared to the grand scheme. Nineteen, married, shackled and stolen. She should write a novel about this, she thought.
                  She used to keep a journal, she may start again. Back in school she journaled every day. She remembered going back and reading about her crushes and being so embarrassed she ripped the pages out. She realized that if she had met Roger in school, or anywhere, she would have liked his looks. She was always attracted to 'quarterback' types, and Roger was definitely that.
                  She wondered if he'd ever dated anyone. Did they even have a school here? She shook her head. Really she shouldn't care. She was only going along with this until she could leave. She hated to think what would happen to Roger once they realized she was gone though… She shook her head again. She would not think about that.
                  She went on with her tour and found another bedroom, but there was no bed. It was filled with workout equipment and boxes, and it was very dusty. The equipment hadn't been used since she'd been there apparently. She closed the door and peeked through all of the closets and the bathroom cabinets. Once her tour was done, she decided to see what she could make for lunch and found some thawed chicken. Chicken and rice it was.
                  So with her vow in full swing, her tour finished, lunch started, Roger's history and family life nowhere near solved, but she had a fuller understanding that he was a victim if nothing else, she was ready to tackle the day, the week, the month if need be.
                  She would bide her time until opportunity arose in the form of a wide open door.

 
     
    Chapter 8
     
     
     
     
                  She heard a loud thud and then a dull curse from the bedroom. She figured Roger was up