Broken

Chapter One

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Daisy Lynne's POV

I have been in this hospital room for about a week now. Alone in my room without any visitors. He was always busy, but I knew I wasn't worth the time for him to visit. He said he loved me, but he hasn't shown it in a very long time. I am finally able to leave the hospital, and he eventually comes to collect me. It is only for appearance that he even comes to take me home. He is trying to play the good boyfriend, but behind those closed doors he is another person. I needed to get away from him before the next time. It could be the last time and I would never see the sunshine again. This isn't the first time I have been in a hospital, but this time it was because of me. I am tired of the abuse and I couldn't take it anymore. I tried to take my own life, not seeing any other way out of it. He was so sweet in the beginning, and I had nowhere to go, or any family. We had been dating only a few months when I moved in with him. The first few years were wonderful. He was always home. He cooked and I cleaned. He helped around the house. He took me out on dates and showered me with gifts. Then he started to change. He would come home late. We always fought. Then the beatings started and I could never do anything right. Several times he sent me to the hospital with broken bones. He always said I was clumsy, and usually said I had fallen down the stairs. Although usually it was him throwing me down the stairs or kicking me in the ribs when I was down. I just couldn't take it anymore and I found a knife and slit my wrists. He found me soon after and brought me here. I have been under a watch and they finally released me.

"Come on, let's get home before they start asking more questions!"

"I don't want to go with you."

"Don't question me. Now sit down and let's go!"

He roughly grabs my arm and shoves me into the chair and wheels me out to the car. I quickly get in the car and he drives me home.

"That was a stupid stunt you pulled."
"I can't take it anymore." I softly whisper.

"If you would do as you're told, I wouldn't have to punish you!"

"You're crazy!"

I feel the sting as the back of hand connects with my cheek and my head swings to the side with the impact. I can taste the blood as I run my tongue over my bottom lip. I bite back the tears that threaten to fall. His chest rises and falls as he tries to calm the anger.

"Quit being stupid and go make my dinner."

I try not to roll my eyes as I head into the kitchen. I try to be quiet as I make his meal. He doesn't like to be disturbed when he watches his sports. I quickly grab a beer from the fridge and take it to him before he has a chance to yell or hit me again.

"It's about time. Dinner ready yet?"
"It will be ready in a few minutes."

"Well, hurry it up. I'm hungry!"

I head back into the kitchen and plate his food and bring it to him.

"Now run along. You're interrupting my programs."

I quickly run back into the kitchen and eat as I clean up the kitchen. Once I know he is finished I grab his plate and put it in the dishwasher. Knowing he won't need me the rest of the night. I finally head to the bedroom and change, crawl into bed and fall asleep. I am later woken up by rough hands squeezing my breast and his rough kisses along my neck. I close my eyes tight knowing that if I say anything he will beat me and still have his way with me. He pulls up my shirt and starts to bite my breasts and I tighten my jaw trying not to scream. I can feel him rub his hard-on against my thigh and he moans against me.