"But.. you said you loved me"
He just laughed.
" I dont love you, I love what's in your pants"
I began to cry. He lifted me up from the floor and slammed me against the bedroom wall. I heard a few cracks, I felt them next. He let go and I used my remaining strength to slowly slide to the ground. Thankfully my feet had still reached the ground when he lifted me so the landing wasn't quite so bad. But nevertheless my vision began to fade and get funneled as i heard him leave and drive off. I waited a few minutes before finally letting the darkness take over. Why was my life so fucked up?
I woke up and it was dark. It hadn't been like the movies. No superheroes came rushing in and there was no sad music. I lifted myself from the floor and heard several more cracks to add to the previous ones. I shakily made my way to the bedroom door and hesitantly opened it. Most likely in fear he was waiting on the other side. I shuffled slowly to the bathroom. My mouth stung and it tasted as if i'd chewed on a ring. The taste of blood was something I had become wuite familiar with. I turned on the lights and winced as they flickered to life with a pathetic buzz. I looked in the mirror and the voices in my head just cackled at me.
"Look what you let him do to you, how pathetic. He treats you just like you let your daddy treat you"\
I was bleeding from my head. I shuddered dizzily and lifted my tank top and my slender figure exposed all the little imperfections he had just added to my already battered body.I only counted the outlines of seven cracked ribs.
"Well Paisley, looks like your going to the hospital"
I spoke softly to myself
