𝑊𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑁𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟➪𝑀𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝐺𝑢𝑛 𝐾𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑦

Tyler Is Home

You cleaned for 3 hours just so you wouldn't have to face Tyler's madness rampage. But. You knew that wouldn't stop him. Tyler never hurt me physically but sure did it mentally. And I think that hurts worse. One night I even tried killing my self on the bridge by the school Brianna and I use to go to. Luckily she was going to the bridge that night to walk her dog Brownie but a part of me wished she wouldn't have shown. My life was all over the place. And still is.

I was debating what extra designs I shall add to the skirt down in the living room when Ty came banging in.

"So you expect to threat not cleaning the house and then still do! What was that some kind of joke to you Addison! Cause it was a stupid one!" He yelled "NO! I wasn't going to clean at first then you got all bitchy bitch with me so I decided I would!" I yelled back "DONT! Don't talk to me like that fucking prick" he continued. "Stop treating me like shit Tyler" I tried to calm "SHUT UP! Your a heartless girly bitch who doesn't have her life straight! No wonder your mom got taken away! OH! And let's not forget the Papi in the family! He's nothing. Thank god he died. He didn't need a ugly whore like you" he yelled. That's when I lost it. My hands were shaking so I ran to my room and locked the door. I was sobbing my eyes out to were everything was blurry. I needed to text Brianna before the anxiety attack got worse.