This idea was already developed in my mind, but also suggested by Chylea3784.

Warning: depictions of domestic abuse—Not graphic. Skip if you don't care for this.

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She rolled over, her boyfriend making coffee in the kitchen. She could smell it. She was surprised she could smell anything and rubbed her head. Her jaw was still stiff from the slap yesterday and she hoped no teeth were loose. She felt around with her tongue in her mouth: none were. Thankfully.

She got up and walked to the bathroom but before reaching the toilet, stopped at the mirror to observe her shoulders and face. Opening the cabinet, she took out the Vitamin E oil she'd bought last month when this happened and began to rub it on her upper arms where his fingers had been yesterday.

"That stuff doesn't work."

She jumped and dropped the bottle, it spilling in the sink before she picked it up again. She looked back and he was putting his watch on from the nightstand. He gave her an empty glance and looked at the clothes in the closet.

"It works," she retorted, closing the bathroom door. He opened it again, pushing her against the sink with his body. Not forcefully as it was his mere presence that made her back up.

"Just take a shower," he instructed, picking up the Vitamin E oil and rubbing some on her arm for her. She winced at the sensation of his fingers over the bruises he'd created. "And I'll make us some breakfast."

"I'm not hungry," she murmured, looking away. She felt sick to her stomach as memories from last night flashed in her mind. His blind rage was always accompanied by a sweet Sheldon the next morning, but she almost preferred the angry one because she at least knew what was coming—his time bomb had already gone off.

"Penny," he whispered in her ear. "Shower."

His tone, though sweet, also held a threat to obey and she shivered under her clothes. She hated him so much—why did she stay with him?

He tugged at her shirt and tore it off of her for her. She covered her body as he turned the shower on for her. Looking back expectantly, his eyebrows raised, Penny gingerly took the rest of her clothes off, hating being exposed to this man. She used to love being naked around him, but that was before…

He smiled, and she looked at the shower curtain to avoid seeing the smile that had caused her to fall in love with him in the first place. His hands shook her hips enough to get her to look at him again, and his mouth met her neck, which was stiff. He'd grabbed it multiple times last night, not to strangle—no. Just to hold on her in place for much of what he felt she had coming.

He raised his head and gently touched her face where he'd struck her, and she blinked back tears. His gaze was gentle and he sighed. "Penny, I wish…I just wish we could be better together. You gotta work on this."

She huffed, trying to push him away but he clung to her tighter. "Promise me you will."

"You have to—"

"Penny." He gave her a stern look and she once again tried to push against him, which usually only helped in starting another fight. His eyes narrowed and he looked in her face. "Penny," he repeated.

"Okay," she whispered in a tear soaked voice.

"Very good," he said against her lips before kissing her, his tongue violating her mouth. She was like stone against him, and barely touched his body as he kissed her, wishing him away so she could take her shower in what would be the only peace she would get that day.

When he pulled back, she let out a breath of relief and turned to open the shower curtain and quickly step in. Ignoring Sheldon otherwise, and glad he planned on busying himself in the kitchen, she leaned over to adjust the hot/cold dials. A scream escaped her lips when she felt hands on her hips and she jumped up. Sheldon just laughed, leaning over to adjust the dials for her.

What happened to making breakfast? What happened to her few minutes without him?

He didn't allow any of these questions to form on her tongue as he pushed her against the wall, grinding his body against her and kissing her mouth forcefully.