July

invisible wounds

TW: physical & mental abuse, mature language.

Y/N POV:

I walk up to my shared NYC apartment.

"420" I read aloud my apartment number. Always found it a little funny.

I fiddle in my purse for the keys. My finger tips were numb from the negative degree weather causing me to struggle to unlock the door.

I finally get it unlocked as the door swings open more than i intended too, due to a strong wind pushing it. The door hit the wall with a thud.

My heart stops when I see my boyfriend, Nick laying on the faded green sofa right in front of me. His eyes were fixated on the T.V. allowing me to let out a sigh of relief.

I knock the snow off my boots as I enter the apartment, closing the door behind me.

I hang up my dew covered jacket onto the coat rack as snow melted off of it. I glance back over at Nick who was still entertained by the T.V.

maybe he won't be too bad today.

I take that risk and sit down on the couch beside him. Before I could even actually sit down I felt Nicks hand on my back following a rough shove, causing me to hit the ground with my knees.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

His voice is low and intimidating enough to send fear through my body.

My fear only escalades as I see him stand up from the couch. My knees are aching and my hands are wanting to buckle under my weight as he leans over me and grabs the back of my neck and pulls me up.

As a natural reflex my neck arches back to limit the space he has to grab. He takes that opportunity to grab the front of my neck which i had just exposed. I could barely hold myself up as my legs felt weak underneath me.

"make me dinner you worthless bitch"

His hot breath hits the back of my neck as a I gasp for breath.

He releases his grasp around my neck causing me to collapse unto the floor. I gasp out for breath. Quickly I pick myself off the ground still trembling and stumble to the kitchen.

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I was silent the rest of the night. Didn't even say anything while handing him his plate.

I was too stressed to eat. This was the third night I hadn't eaten anything proper.

Nick passed out quickly after eating his food. Probably because I put melatonin in it. I hated doing it to him, it felt wrong but sometimes it was my only way of escaping.

As I grabbed Nicks dish off the coffee table I planted a small kiss on cheek before heading to the kitchen to clean.

I put the ceramic plate back into the cabinet and tiptoed my way to the bathroom. Nick had removed the bathroom lock the week he moved in. I told him how I wouldn't tolerate not having a lock on the bathroom but it got my nothing but a slap across the face.

Cautiously I turned on the bathroom light. I began checking out my neck and my back hoping to find a mark.

hoping?

Yes, hoping. Hoping for proof.

you act like you would tell someone even if there was proof.

I shake my head trying to forget about my thoughts.

would i tell someone?

I think about this questions over and over again as I scan my body for anything. My back was in agony and I expect it to have something. A bruise, an imprint, anything.

Nothing

There was nothing there.

Not on my neck.

Not on my knees or hands.

Not on my back either.

It was as if it had never happened.

It was if they were invisible.

Like some sort of invisible wound

authors note~
651 words. Sorry for it being so short. It's currently 3:00 am and i'm really tired so take what i give you.