"Honey! Come here please!" I sighed. 'Why'd I have to get stuck with such a clingy husband?' I walked out of the kitchen and held up my knife towards him, "What?"

"Why are you so grouchy today?" He whined. I glared at him.

"I don't know, maybe because I cleaned the kitchen today, and somebody ruined it." I pointedly gared at him. Something glazed over his eyes, before he snapped back into reality.

"Ah... Sorry sweetie..."

Hmph. He's only being nice because his "friends" are over. He's such a fucking jerk.

Time skip

After his friends left, he turned, his posture straightening, and his chin upturned. "What makes you think that you can talk to me like that?" He growled. She backed up, only to end up against the wall.

He slammed his fists up by her head. Fear flew through her eyes. "I SAID, WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!?"

His face was an inch away now.

I dabbed the wet towel onto my wounds, clearing the blood from my skin. I winced, as I had put to much pressure onto the cut.

"Oi, Sakura~." He had called. Fear washed over me.

"Y-yes sweetie?" I called back, walkong into the living room. He look back at me, his shirt open, his hand grappling towards me.

"Gimme another bear," He said while pulling me towards him. I struggled against him, my arms flying everywhere, looking for something to grab onto.

Unluckily, for her, the only thing she could grab onto was her husbands nose.

Blood seeped down his lips, and his eyes flared towards her. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, you bitch?!"

His hand grabbed onto my wrist, squeezing it. "P-please st-AUGH!" I heard something crack.

He pushed me down onto onto the ground, and stood up, leaving to his room. Hot tears rolled down my face, the salty water seeping into the crevices of my face.

My pink hair sprawled against the floor, my tears made it damp. I stood up, wincing, as I had placed pressure on my wrist.

I tip toed past my husbands room, and into the bathroom, where I locked the door, and slid down onto the floor. I heard sobbing, until I had felt the hot tears again.

I had been sobbing. I stood up, making my choice.

I am finally leaving.