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TW: graphic abuse.

You shake as you knock on the all too familiar cheap door with its gold bracket falling off. Jay apparently still hasn't fixed it.

You hear him approach from the other side as though in a dream, unlocking the deadbolt and swinging it inwards towards him. You watch as he takes you in from bottom to top, as his face turns from flushed, to purple, to white, then back to red.

In that instant you knew you had made a terrible mistake. You were stupid to assume anything other than what was obvious was about to happen. Your own mistake, again.

"Where the hell have you been?" he growls, and you take a step back in shock. You'd forgotten how loud his voice was.

"Get. In. Now" he breathes. You don't dare disobey, mind already wandering. You are too slow, and he grabs your arm and yanks you forward while you let out a cry of fear.

He slams the door and turns to your face, and you find yourself backing into the main room until you hit solid wall, terror filling you up like a liquid.

Whatever happens next you will need to be strong and remember to always cover your head. Instinctively you bite the inside of cheek hard, and in one go you taste the warm iron tang of blood. Real.

You watch him visibly take a breath and lick his lips.

"WELL?" He thunders, and you wince.

"WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?!" He bellows, shaking the cabinet behind you.

You are paralysed in fear, and slide your back down the wall in a desperate attempt to appear smaller.

Your heart thumps our an irregular rhythm, and you get the impression it is trying to escape just as much as you want to.

"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION YOU LITTLE SLUT" he roars again, and you cover your ears, but he is losing patience fast.

"You have three seconds to answer, or else" he hisses

"Travelling" you blurt out.

"DON'T LIE TO ME!" he bellows again and you whine in terror. It's getting closer to the moment, you know it. You meet his eyes, and instantly regret it.

He lets out a roar and charges towards you.

Picking you up by your neck, he throws you into the opposite wall with a sickening crunch that tells you something is broken. You hope it's not a bone, maybe it was just-

He grabs your head and slams it repeatedly into the wall, over and over while you cry in pain at each blow, tasting warm blood and flesh until you can no longer feel your face.

Shaking in agony, you roll onto your back gasping, vision cloudy. You try desperately to crawl away but he lets out another roar and stamps done hard on your fingers. The crack echoes off the walls like a gunshot and you scream, unable to contain yourself.

You pant erratically, having lost a lot of blood so far, and knowing more would be spilled before he was done with you.

He seizes you again, picking you up by the back of the neck and flips you to face him. He is breathing hard from the exertion, but he still manages to smile crookedly at you.

"I am going to teach you a lesson you will never forget" he whispers almost lovingly as he strokes your cheek, before he slams you brutally into a wall, crushing your jaw against the hard plaster, but you sense he is still just warming up.

Again and again he beats you, taking off his belt at one point and using across your chest and face. You scream and cry but no one comes until you are left wishing for death.

Finally he seems to be finished, but you are sickened when you feel his hands grab you and lift you again, cradling you with menace. You are aware you are being carried, and realise too late that the grunting and squeaking noise is the window opening.

You try to struggle, you know this is inevitable, and to be perfectly honest, you are just glad to finally be able to end things. So when you feel his arms leave you, and the swooping sensation of falling through the air from a four story building, you don't even scream.

Your eyes open some time later, following your ears which can hear sirens in the distance, like the day Abigail-

Nausea rolls over you and you want to vomit, but your jaw is a bloody pulp, and your eyes are glued shut with blood clots.

You lie and wait for help unable to move a single part of your body without experiencing excruciating pain, half wishing it doesn't come.

You move your thoughts from directions of Abi, you don't need mental pain as well as physical, so you think of The Doctor and Yaz and where they are now.

Probably chasing down some rogue aliens, or flying through hyper space.

This life was worth it, just to meet them.