"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?" Mark screamed as he opened the bathroom door. She had been in there all night crying in the corner, pleading Mark to let her out. "Get up!" he screamed walking over. She stood up and backed up against the wall, "Mark please don't-" she started, he pushed her into the wall, "Do what? Huh Serena? Do you mean THIS?" he screamed slapping her across the face. "Or what about this?" he then screamed punching her in the stomach. "Mark please stop your-" "Shut up! What am I doing Serena? Am I HURTING YOU?"
Mark grabbed her wrist and slung her into the bathtub, "Stay here, I'll be back later," he screamed slamming the door. Serena heard a key jiggle he had locked the door. She walked over to the mirror above the sink. She removed he shirt, there was a large bruise on her abdomen and her face was slightly bleeding. "Why dose he do this?" she said as she put her shirt back on, "Do I really deserve this?" she said to herself looking in the mirror begging to cry. "WHY DOSE HE DO THIS DAMMIT?" she screamed slamming her fist on the mirror making it vaguely shake.
Serena had heard his car pull off; she walked over to the door and tried to twist the handle. It would not open. "I'll look my best, for him." She walked back over to the mirror and took the rubber bands out of her hair making it fall past her feet. "Lets see red lip stick," she said as she applied it. "Foundation, mascara," this continued for a wile until she looked 'her best'.
She heard the front door open; she sat down one the rim of the bathtub and looked at her pink nails. "Mark," she said standing up. The door came open, he was holding a rose, "I'm sorry honey, and I didn't mean those things I said." Serena smiled as he kissed her cheek, "Come one I have a surprise for you," he said as he walked her out of the bathroom and to the car. "Lets go out to lunch," he said opening her door. She nodded and got in.
"Just one menu please," said Mark as the waiter came to the table. "Okay, what will you be having to drink tonight?" he said putting a menu in front of Mark. "Tea," Mark said. "Same," then said Serena. The waiter nodded and walked off. Mark flipped threw the menu and put it down as the waiter came back with two glasses filled with tea. "We're ready to order," he said looking back at the menu. "Two house salads, ranch and raspberry vinaigrette on the side; two soups, one tomato one chicken noodle. And two steaks cooked medium," he said handing the man the menu.
Mark grabbed her wrist and slung her into the bathtub, "Stay here, I'll be back later," he screamed slamming the door. Serena heard a key jiggle he had locked the door. She walked over to the mirror above the sink. She removed he shirt, there was a large bruise on her abdomen and her face was slightly bleeding. "Why dose he do this?" she said as she put her shirt back on, "Do I really deserve this?" she said to herself looking in the mirror begging to cry. "WHY DOSE HE DO THIS DAMMIT?" she screamed slamming her fist on the mirror making it vaguely shake.
Serena had heard his car pull off; she walked over to the door and tried to twist the handle. It would not open. "I'll look my best, for him." She walked back over to the mirror and took the rubber bands out of her hair making it fall past her feet. "Lets see red lip stick," she said as she applied it. "Foundation, mascara," this continued for a wile until she looked 'her best'.
She heard the front door open; she sat down one the rim of the bathtub and looked at her pink nails. "Mark," she said standing up. The door came open, he was holding a rose, "I'm sorry honey, and I didn't mean those things I said." Serena smiled as he kissed her cheek, "Come one I have a surprise for you," he said as he walked her out of the bathroom and to the car. "Lets go out to lunch," he said opening her door. She nodded and got in.
"Just one menu please," said Mark as the waiter came to the table. "Okay, what will you be having to drink tonight?" he said putting a menu in front of Mark. "Tea," Mark said. "Same," then said Serena. The waiter nodded and walked off. Mark flipped threw the menu and put it down as the waiter came back with two glasses filled with tea. "We're ready to order," he said looking back at the menu. "Two house salads, ranch and raspberry vinaigrette on the side; two soups, one tomato one chicken noodle. And two steaks cooked medium," he said handing the man the menu.