Warning: graphic scenes of violence

JJ arrived back to the darkened apartment, and cautiously the anxiety she had been feeling lifted slightly. She crept down the hall towards the kitchen, no sign of him here either, however she did noticed her smashed up cell phone by the trash. The third this year she noted, she really needed to try harder to keep her phone with her more.

Flicking on the kitchen light, she allowed herself to let go of the breath she had been holding in since she arrived back here. Hopefully he was out for the night. Maybe with Allison again.
She laughed bitterly as she got herself a glass of wine from the fridge, there's a sign of a healthy relationship, wishing your boyfriend was out cheating on you.

She took a large gulp of the wine and toyed with the delicate glass in her hands, if she had told Emily the truth she could be with her right now, instead of feeling alone- scared.
"So, you're back"

His words caused her to jump in her chair. She whipped around and once she met his dark, angry gaze she felt the fear fill every part of her body. He must've been hiding, or maybe asleep. She should've known.

"uh- yeah, I just got home. I-I'm sorry I had to leave so suddenly, you know how work is" even JJ herself noticed how terrified she sounded, and sickly, it made Will smirk

"Yeah I do" he said coolly "that's why I told you to take a desk job Jennifer, but you don't seem to enjoy listening to me at all"

She felt the power surge through her as she got to her feet, and before she even had the words out of her mouth she knew she'd regret them "I wont be bullied out of a job I love Will"
Before JJ had time to register it, Will had crossed the room and violently gripped her arm, twisting it behind her "Love?" he snarled "you don't love that job, you love me, and only me Jennifer, haven't I made that clear to you before tonight?"

When she didn't answer he pushed harder on her already weakened arm, causing her to yelp in pain."And what have I told you before about talking back to me? You really need to keep your mouth shut sometimes, bitch"

He knocked against what he knew was her bad knee, which caused her to fall, slapping the side of her head off the corner of the table. She managed to bite back her cry at that, but once his kicks to her already bruised body started, she couldn't. She cried, she screamed a mixture of his name and pleads with him to stop, but that unsurprisingly didn't work, it never did. He just kept kicking,

It felt like hours before she felt him stop and heard their kitchen door slam violently, and it had felt like even longer before she managed to pull herself into a sitting position, with the aid of the leg of the kitchen table.
The room spun as she tried to focus and she immediately slammed her eyes shut, willing away the nausea that violently hit her. It felt like her whole body was on fire and she really wondered if she would be able to drag herself to the couch tonight or if she'd have to stay and sleep right there. It wouldn't be the first time.
For the second time that evening she'd wished she'd gone with Emily like she had offered.

Maybe if you stayed quiet and didn't make him worse you could've been okay, but no, that's just too easy for you.
What about work? I could barely hide the injuries I had before these, there's no way I could keep this under wraps, especially if Emily was watching- and she would be.
If only you had your cell, you could call her and try and get out of here for tonight.

Once the room had mostly stopped spinning she attempted getting to her feet, which was a slow and painful process, but she managed it. Taking a breath as best she could despite the sting in her lungs, she attempted to get across the room to the medical cabinet. She grabbed a box of painkillers and unsteadily made her way back to the table, where she had been sitting before. She took out three pills and swallowed them down with a mouthful of her wine.
Neither of which decisions were great ones but maybe if she passed out she would wake up in less pain than she's in now, that's always a plus.

As she began to feel woozy again, she assumed from the combination of her head injury and her pain relievers, she allowed her head to drop onto a resting position on the table, cradled by her arms. She would try get to the couch, but didn't want to risk ending up down on the kitchen floor again.

And it was in that position, an unknown amount of time later that she woke up.
Even the way she had been resting her arms had hurt her. She took a minute to gather herself, and surprisingly she managed to get to her feet on the first try.
As quietly as possible she made her way to the bathroom, praying silently she hadn't caused Will to stir and once faced with her reflection in the mirror, she had to hold back more tears.

The gash on her head had scabbed over, but still looked as painful as it felt. Her eyes were sunken, and red from crying and worst of all she could see the swelling around her ribs, even through her bloodstained shirt.

What are you doing here. Letting him leave you this way.

And for the third time that night, she wished she had gone with Emily.
But that wasn't practical.