"Eve, are you alright?" asked Michelle, one of the other waitresses.
"Ya. Why?"
"Cause you don't seem to be here and you just got a new table."
I was so happy when my shift was over. I went home and was exhausted.
"Honey I'm home. Where are you?" I shouted.
"I'm downstairs." He replied.
"Where were you today?" I asked, "You weren't home when I left for work."
"I was out thinking," he answered, "baby I'm so sort, but you know how I get when you take numbers from guys. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"It's okay, I know you didn't mean to. Look it's almost already healed." I replied even though it still really hurt.
After that we never brought it up again and Corey was a lot better.
I would sneak over to Jon's everyday before work. It was the highlight of my days. About six weeks after Jon and I started sleeping together, I found out I was pregnant. I had to tell Corey and convince him this was his child.
When I came home to tell Corey, I knew something was wrong. He had my cell phone in his hand.
"You whore, your sleeping with someone else."
He grabbed me by the hair and threw me to ground, and then he started punching me over and over. He ripped my clothes off and forced himself into me. I begged him to stop, but every time I did he would hit me harder.
Finally once he was satisfied he got up and left me there. I don't know how long I was there for, but I remember the doorbell ringing and watching someone walk in after that it all black.
