You attempted to romanticize the Abuse he fed you. Mental, Physical, Emotional, Sexual. You told yourself that he didn't know. But everyone knows the Drunken and High acts are Sober thoughts.
And now you were standing their. Staring at a body you damn near recognized. Bruises running along your stomach. You felt the warm tears fall down your face.
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You felt the warm tears fall down your face. You immediately wiping them off and pulling on your shirt. You sat on the edge of the tub. Attempting to make another excuse i'll in your mind.
You kept trying to tell yourself he didn't know. That he wasn't doing this on purpose. But even though it wasn't sober it was still on purpose.
You used all your possible excuses. You tripped. You burned yourself. You hit the pool wall. You dropped your phone. Ran into the wall. Ran into the chair. Fell downstairs. Fell off the bed. Hit the rail. Slammed your hand on the door.
They began to get unbelievable. You would have to tell him, but would he believe you was the question.
Or maybe you actually had to leave. Attempt to leave. It wasn't healthy. He wasn't healthy. None of it is especially now.
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