I sat in my bed curled up, in a fetal position. My heart was broken into pieces, he'd hurt me again. I ask myself over and over, time and time again. Why do I stay if it hurts so much? To be honest, i don't even think the smartest of people on this earth knew why. He seemed to get a thrill from hearing me begging for him to stop.
He seemed to love seeing the tears fall from my eyes as ny heart was ripped over and over. I rolled my body over,unable to sleep. I knew he'd be back at any moment but what I didn't know was what he'd do once he got here. My stomach growled, crying for food.
I hadn't eaten all day, maybe I should eat while he was gone. I slowly got up out of the bed where many of crimes had taken place. The bed sheets were clean but that could never hide the impure deeds that had taken place in between the soft cotton sheets.
I walked down the long hallway, that was decorated with Pictures of my family. A guilty feeling spread throughout my body. My family had never liked him, they didn't even like the fact that I choose to be with a man at all.
There were a pair of loud footsteps outside the door. I prayed to every single gos there was that it wasn't him. I froze in my spot when as I heard the key turn in the lock...
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