Kurt
I heard him come in the door and shivered, but continued stirring the tomato sauce. I saw movement in the corner of my eye and turned toward him. I smiled. "How was your day?"
"It sucked," He replied. He stood where he was for a moment and looked at me with angry eyes. "What is this?" He asked.
I started to grow scared. "What?"
He scoffed. "You're so stupid!" He yelled. "This fuckin' music! You know how much I hate broadway!"
"Yeah, I guess I forgot to turn it off before you got home and-" I was cut off with a slap to the face and a kick to the shin.
"The next time this happens it'll be a hell of a lot worse, Kurt." He walked upstairs and I turned off the music.
I shouldn't have been playing it. I know how much it sets him off. Plus he had a bad day. I should've remembered to turn it off. I guess I'll have to remember next time. I'm so stupid. He'll want dinner on the table before he gets downstairs.
I put some noodles on a plate and spread some sauce on top of it. I put the plate on the table and set some silverware next to it when Dave came downstairs. I dished myself up as he wolfed down the spaghetti. I was about to sit down when he reached for a napkin and didn't seem to have one.
My stomach dropped and I ran to go get one when he stopped me. "Bitch, get your ass back over here." I gulped and slowly walked toward him.
"How incapable are you? Seriously, twice in one day!? One fuckin' day!? You're a fuckin' disgrace." Dave stood and pushed me down. I fell on my side and he repeatedly kicked me in the stomach.
"STOP!" I yelled. "Please, stop." He stopped kicking me.
"God, you're so stupid, you know that? You better apologize." I looked up at him and he crossed his arms.
"I'm sorry," I said weakly. "I'm sorry,"
He sat back down and waited for a moment. "Where's my napkin?!"
I silently groaned and stood up. I felt like I could've died. I got him a napkin and sat down to eat.
"You know, I wouldn't have to do that all the time if you would just do things right." He added.
"I know," I started. "I'm sorry." I took a bite of my food and felt like I was about to die. We ate in silence for the remainder of the time and after a while Dave got up and turned on the TV. I stayed at the table and pondered the day.
I can't believe I screwed up twice in half an hour. I really am stupid. I don't even deserve Dave. I exhaled and my appetite was gone. I washed the dishes and went up to the bedroom to check my bruises.
I took off my shirt and inspected my chest. It didn't look too bad, but it didn't look good. My chest had various scratches and my stomach had a few bruises from when he had kicked me earlier. I checked my shin and I had a bruise there too. I turned around and looked at my back. There were a few cuts there from last week.
All of the bruises and cuts were reminders of my failures. Of how worthless and stupid I am. I shook my head and sighed when I heard a creak. I turned around and he was standing there. "What are you doing?" He asked.
"Just…" I was stalling. "Getting in the shower."
He nodded. "You have 20 minutes." He turned around and I undressed and got in the shower. The hot water felt good on my aching body. I washed myself and got out with 5 minutes to spare. I dried off and put a towel around my waist. I walked out of the bathroom and Dave was waiting there for me.
Before I could say anything he rammed his lips into mine and started violently kissing me. I stopped him. "What are you doing?" I asked.
"I want you so bad right now," He continued kissing me and I wasn't about to make him stop. I love him so much.