Pain. That was all she felt. She hurt all over. Every movement she made, hurt her all the more. She thought about just staying there. Not moving. Not living. But sure enough someone would find her. Then there would be pity. She couldn't handle pity right now. She was a women of status, someone seeing her like this would would destroy all that she had built to hide behind. He had promised her the last time was the last, but then again he said that then as well, she should have expected it.
Painfully she pulled herself to her feet with the help of the couch she had so roughly been thrown against. Slowly she walked across to the single mirror that hung in the room. Her reflection faced her. She didn't even recognize herself. The bruises on her face were getting darker by the second. The dried blood only made it look worse. She reached up to wipe away some of the blood, but winced. The pain in her arm was dull compared to the throbbing in her head. God, she thought, he had really done it to her this time. She would have to stay away for a week or two at least. Make-up wouldn't cover this one up.
She turned on the tap, wetting the face cloth as she put it under. She rinsed it out and raised it to her face. Slowly wiping away the crusted blood that had dried onto her face. She cringed every now and then when the cloth touched a cut that it wasn't familiar with. The once white cloth was now dirty and red. As she looked back into the mirror, she noted that although she was covered in black and purple bruises she did look surprisingly better.
She made her way back towards the couch and slowly sat down, she just just needed to rest for a minute. Reflecting back on her life, this wasn't what she had expected. All she ever wanted was someone to love her, like she loved them, a house she could call her own and children she could spoil. Instead she had to live in this hell. Loving someone that used her, beat her and made her feel insignificant. How did this happen she thought? She knew the answer to that. She wanted the power and so did he, in the beginning it was perfect. They owned everything, destroyed what got in their way. They were happy. Then he turned on her one night, flew into a fit of rage because of some stupid, pointless thing. But that was him, stupid and pointless. That's what she thought now anyway. He had apologized of course and she had believed him. Forgave him. She didn't know then what a monster he really was.
She wanted out, she had tried and tried, but it had never worked out. She had alienated all of her friends because of him. She couldn't even tell her family. They weren't on good terms because she was with him. God how she wished she wasn't.
Escaping from her thoughts, she realized how late it was. Most likely, nearly all the other people had left by now. She carefully got up from the couch and gathered her things. She put on her shades to cover up most of her bruises, though they were still slightly visible round the side.
As she passed by the mirror she took in her appearance, and chuckled without humor. He had reduced her to this. She shook her head. She would stand for this no more. She needed to find a way out of this marriage and fast.
As she took one last look at herself all she could think was,
"Damn you Hunter, Damn you to Hell!"
Painfully she pulled herself to her feet with the help of the couch she had so roughly been thrown against. Slowly she walked across to the single mirror that hung in the room. Her reflection faced her. She didn't even recognize herself. The bruises on her face were getting darker by the second. The dried blood only made it look worse. She reached up to wipe away some of the blood, but winced. The pain in her arm was dull compared to the throbbing in her head. God, she thought, he had really done it to her this time. She would have to stay away for a week or two at least. Make-up wouldn't cover this one up.
She turned on the tap, wetting the face cloth as she put it under. She rinsed it out and raised it to her face. Slowly wiping away the crusted blood that had dried onto her face. She cringed every now and then when the cloth touched a cut that it wasn't familiar with. The once white cloth was now dirty and red. As she looked back into the mirror, she noted that although she was covered in black and purple bruises she did look surprisingly better.
She made her way back towards the couch and slowly sat down, she just just needed to rest for a minute. Reflecting back on her life, this wasn't what she had expected. All she ever wanted was someone to love her, like she loved them, a house she could call her own and children she could spoil. Instead she had to live in this hell. Loving someone that used her, beat her and made her feel insignificant. How did this happen she thought? She knew the answer to that. She wanted the power and so did he, in the beginning it was perfect. They owned everything, destroyed what got in their way. They were happy. Then he turned on her one night, flew into a fit of rage because of some stupid, pointless thing. But that was him, stupid and pointless. That's what she thought now anyway. He had apologized of course and she had believed him. Forgave him. She didn't know then what a monster he really was.
She wanted out, she had tried and tried, but it had never worked out. She had alienated all of her friends because of him. She couldn't even tell her family. They weren't on good terms because she was with him. God how she wished she wasn't.
Escaping from her thoughts, she realized how late it was. Most likely, nearly all the other people had left by now. She carefully got up from the couch and gathered her things. She put on her shades to cover up most of her bruises, though they were still slightly visible round the side.
As she passed by the mirror she took in her appearance, and chuckled without humor. He had reduced her to this. She shook her head. She would stand for this no more. She needed to find a way out of this marriage and fast.
As she took one last look at herself all she could think was,
"Damn you Hunter, Damn you to Hell!"