AN: This was written out of frustration and anger. So, I'm not really THAT cruel. But, the person getting hurt represents who this is dedicated to.
This is dedicated to FF.net. I hope you like it.
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I looked into the mirror. I looked like I have recently. Red hair fuzzed up and everywhere. Dull looking hazel eyes. Pale skin covered with scrapes and bruises. That's the way I looked now, when I woke up.
Thinking of the night before, I looked back into the master bedroom, at that lump on the bed. The lump that was actually a man. A man who did this to me every night.
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"What are you doing?" a voice asked harshly.
I had been sitting in the white walled master bedroom in the wondrous mansion I lived in. My overly wealthy husband had brought it, saying it would be filled with children. But, not one small creature lived in the house. There were no children here.
"Nothing," I told him, trying to cover it up. I had been reading a book from the library. The one I wasn't supposed to go in.
"You're lying," he said, walking over to me.
"It's nothing darling," I said, hoping he would believe it. But, one glance at his face told me he didn't.
"Give it to me," he demanded. Knowing all to well of what would happen if I didn't, I handed the book over.
"You went in there?" he asked me, throwing the book over his shoulder.
"Yes," I confessed, taking a deep breath. God only knows what he would do when he was mad.
"I told you about that," he said, stepping closer to me. "I thought you understood. You were a smart girl. Now, why would you disobey me?"
"I'm so-" I was cut off by him grabbing me around the neck and lifting me to my feet. He slammed me against the wall, leaning close.
"Too late Gin," he told me.
Suddenly, I was thrown onto the floor and felt a sharp pain in my stomach. He was kicking me, as he often did when mad. But, before I knew it, he was dragging me up, again.
"I warned you," he hissed at me, his face showing only rage. "I told you before that I'd punish you."
He slapped me hard on the face with such force I cried out in pain. He punched me then, with his strong hands, right in my stomach. Then, he threw me down again and held me down, making sure I couldn't move.
"I told you about that room," he said, banging my head against the floor. He still was holding me by a neck, a warning that if I moved, he'd choke me.
He banged me down again and I closed my eyes. He slapped my face again, just as hard as before.
"I want you to see this," he said. "I want you to remember this. Because, if you go in there again, I will kill you. You're just making it worse."
Before I could reply, even before I could beg forgiveness, pain racked my body. He always did this. When he didn't want to hit anymore because his hands hurt. He'd say a few words and I'd feel pain, the most horrible pain ever created.
"Get over here," he demanded, pulling me up. He flung me on the bed, ignoring the fact that he beat me badly. That my body was aching from his pounding on it.
And he did it again. He took me. It wasn't like how it was in the beginning. Before, it was amazing. Passion and love everywhere. But now, it's nothing. It's just pain. Pain that he takes no notice of.
And, after collapsing on me, he rolled over and slept, ignoring me as usual.
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Sighing, I walked back into the room. Being as quiet as possible, I walked back to the bed and slipped in. But, I couldn't fool him. He knew I had woken up.
"I love you," he muttered, rolling over and holding me close.
"I love you too Harry," I said, putting my arm over him.
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