I couldnt see anything...I was lying there- as always- sprawled on the floor moitonless on my kitchen floor... I loved Greg i did but i knew i had to leave him. He is a lovely man but he is an extremly strong alchoholic. I should have know alchoholic's usualy turned viliont- my dad used to be one and he hit my mum but he got sorted out. Where as i do not think anyone could sort out Greg. He was my one true love- but he was a monster. And he's just come home...
" where are you- girl" he talked to me like i was a child..
" Here my sweet" i said in a mumsy teacher voice.
You are probably very confused and to be honest i am to. I am afraid of him, i know he will hit me if i put a foot wrong. I was in pain but if he saw me lying on the kitchen floor in pain weak- it would make him stronger. He lives on my tears and feeds on my fear.
" i want a stake and chips as well as my pure PURE PURE!!! vodka." he said a slurred vioce in my ear.
Oh crap. I was in deep dog doodee. I had none of those items apart from the chips.
"Honey, i love you so, so much and i would go to the end off the earth for you. But i have only chips out of those three items. I'll go to the shop. I WILL!!!"
I flinched as his hairy knuckles came into sharp contact with my face. I fell to the floor as blood dripped from my nose.
"You mean nothing to me-your scum" he spat at me befor leaving after giving me an extremly hard kick in the ribs... I quietly sobbed to myself.
He then came back in and did somthing he always did......
