Words Unspoken(updating slowly)

Chapter 1-Our Story

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Words Unspoken

Chapter One-Our story

I stood in front of my tall mirror. I took off my hoodie to show the bruises on my arms. I lifted up my tank top to also see bruises.He didn't mean to hit me. He just get a little out of controlsometimes. He can't help it. It's not his falt. When he hurt me he hurt himself because he hurt me. And when he does that, I know he loves me. He loves me enough to know that when he hurt me he has to hurt himself.

I remember the first time he hit me. We were laying on the couch together and he started to kiss me. It got really intense and he started to kiss me down my neck and keep on going further down. I pushed his chest lightly to try and get his attention but I couldn't get it. I pushed his chest again and again but he wouldn't budge.I lifted my knee so it was touching his stomach and pushed as hard as I could.He fell flat on the floor dazed. He finally realized that I had pushed him. He got up, he walked over to me and looked me in the eye and said "Why? Why did you push me?".

I looked at him stunned. "It just I-I didn't want to go to farther".

He looked at me like I was crazy. "You shoulda said something" he said.

" I tried but I couldn't get you attention"

His eyes flashed with anger. "You think I don't pay enough attention to you? Huh?"

It happened so fast, he slapped me across the face. A tear slid down my face.

"Th-that's not what I-I m-meant by it" I said

He looked at me and a tear slid down his own face.

"I'm so sorry I didn't mean to hit you". He turned around and walked into the kitchen. He came back out with a knife.

"This is what I get for hurting you" he said a slit a straight line a crossed his wrist .

Ohh myy gosh he slit his wrist, was my first thought as I watched as the blood dripped on my floor.I ran over to him and got a bunch if paper towels and held it on his wrist.

"W-why did you do that?" the tears came down faster and harder. My vision was starting to get blurry from my tears.

"I can't hurt you again.... I can't and if I do there has to be punishment....don't ever let me get away with it..... You don't deserve it" he said as tears slid down his face and dropped on my head.

"Never let me get away with it" he repeated.

He never did. Every time he would lay a hand on me or hurt me he would do something to himself worst. He is not the normal women abuser.I remember that day clearly. The clearest memory out of all the times he has hit me but it wasn't the worst it was actually the best. It was best because he wasn't easily angered then and he wasn't on the wrestling team or the football team. He is a lot stronger now than he was then. Everytime he hit me it hurt worst than ever. If I were to tell him how bad it hurt, he wouldn't be here. If I told him he would never let happen again but I can't let him kill himself just because I can't be strong enough to handle it.One of these days, I will show him I can handle it. One day, this will all end.

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