Walk With Me 1

7

Beyoncé

*Abuse mention*

I run into the house in my workout clothes and try to catch my breath. I come to and don't see Shawn's car in the garage.

A big sigh of relief expels from me as I realize I can take my sweet time and get settled in my own home.

Shawn hates that I dance. He thinks it's a little kid thing. So I sneak to a gym or a friend's studio to dance. It keeps me calm and at bay. Dancing is my happy place and I'm gonna find a way to enjoy myself.

I have to start sneaking around because he beat me up for being "more lively on the dance floor than in bed". He slapped me, left bruises, I stayed in the bed due to fear of him. I almost gave up dance totally. There was a buildup to that but yeah.

That's why I broke down on Nicki...

I get up the stairs quickly and wash up. He should be home soon and I dread it.

I quickly lock the bathroom door and peel my clothes off.

The water hits my skin ever so gently. It soothes my sore muscles.

While I'm naked I take the opportunity to look at my bruises and scratches. Most of them are faded, but my more recent injuries are slightly tender at the touch. I grimace a bit since I have to touch on them a bit to wash myself.

I bite my lip and get it over with. I don't wanna him to yell at me for something new.

As if on cue the front door opens and I force my eyes closed.

"Hey baby, I'm home!"

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I was listening to Cornfield Chase by Hans Zimmerman while writing this...