Hey guys, well this is my first fanfic and I'm German so please be nice if maybe I have some mistakes in it :D

I hope you like my first chapter.

Hearts. Everywhere were hearts. Little hearts. The smallest hearts I ever seen.

No, one moment, the little things weren't hearts.

Now I saw it. The hearts weren't hearts. And with the realization the pain become real.

I could feel him. His presence was clear in the room. I felt it with every fiber of my body.

I couldn't look up. The fear of another hard slap stopped me.

I knelt on the floor where now small drops of blood were scattered.

"Clean this up you stupid worthless woman"

With a last painful kick Charles stormed out of the living room to go upstairs. He would now took a drink and later this evening he would go out with his friends, like every Wednesday. I heard a loud crash from the door of his bedroom and breathed out in relief.

Finally he was gone.

A half year had gone since I married Charles. I never loved him. My parents arranged this marriage. Before our wedding he was a real gentle man. But right in our first night together he showed me his real face. A half year I lived now in hell. Almost every day I get more bruises. They were spread over my entire back.

The prints he left every time on my arms got darker. A hell I could never escape.

Shaking I went into the kitchen. My knees felt like jelly and I struggled to keep me upright.

My hand flew to the sore point where the little hearts came out before.

I sighed. I knew this was going to be a new bruise.

Slowly I took a towel and cleaned the wound.

The headache begun and with that the tears found her way down my cheek.

"Here's your diner darling"

With trembling fingers I put the meal in front of him.

I send a short prayer to god that Charles liked my foot this one time.

But Gods answer was NO.

Charles threw the Plate against the wall and screamed at me.

"Do you want to poison me you bitch?"

Exactly like the dishes he pressed me against the wall.

"N- No I'm sorry Charles. Please I- I do it again."

"No."

He raised his hand and one moment later a hard painful slap promoted me to the ground.

"You can't cook; you can't clean this damn house. You're not even pregnant yet."

He reached out for me and tore my skirt apart.

At that time I closed my eyes. I knew that way it would be over soon.