Please stop

1. Help.

Everything was going fine. I got the most popular boy at school to fall in love with me. It was perfect for the first year. He would shower me with kisses and always give me hugs from behind. Everyone called us the perfect teenage couple. Everyone at our school loved us. We both have many friends. A year ago he would bring me chocolates whenever I was hurt.

Now look at me, cleaning the cut on my face from the last hit Liam gave me. No matter how many times I would beg and beg for him to stop the punches they never stopped.

He was now asleep. I tip-toed out of the bathroom trying not to wake Liam up. I slowly slid in the bed next to him. I turned my back towards him not being able to look him in the eye. He slid his arm around my waist as I let out a single tear. Every night I would cry myself to sleep as he cuddled me like everything was okay. That was the most confusing part. He still showed me affection but would beat me for fun.

Whenever he touched me I felt helpless. I used to love his touch. A part of me still tries to savor every time he cuddles me or hugs me.
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~Flashback~

"Liam stop!" I yelled while giggling like a little girl.

"Nope not until you give me the remote." Liam said with a huge smile while tickling me. I couldn't stop laughing as I almost peed my pants.

"Fine fine!" I said as he stopped. We both smiled at each other with pure love. He grabbed the remote gently and cuddled up next to me. He switched the television on and turned baseball on. He cuddled me close and placed kisses on my neck. Slowly caressing my arm leaving goosebumps all over my body.
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I cried even more at the memory. I miss those times more than anything else in the world. I would do anything to go back to that. I don't know what changed. One day he was just different. He didn't care if I was in pain or if I was sad. There were no more play fights only real ones.

Nobody could ever help me. Nobody would believe me. Liam was this amazing guy who wouldn't hurt a fly. My parents loved and adored him. Who knows if they would believe me. Our friends definitely wouldn't. Every time I walked into school with a new bruise people would blame it on my clumsiness then go back to joking with Liam. But I don't blame them. They haven't seen the cruel Liam.

I have scars that I have created myself. Scars that only Liam sees but he doesn't care. I feel broken. In every way. He's braking me and I don't know how much more I can handle. Nobody notices that every smile is fake or that I'm not just clumsy.
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*the next morning*

I woke up to Liam tightening his grip around my waist. I squeeze my eyes together in pain. "I-I have to go to the bathroom." I stutter out.

"Really?" He said in a warning tone.

"No nevermind." I whispered. I felt my eyes water but I choked back the tears. My body ached all over.

What did I do to deserve this? Did I do something wrong? He used to love me and now he doesn't.

Why?