Ready To Run

18

(okay I know this is really terrible but give me a break please this is my first book so I'm really bad. Sorry if you don't like it!)
Xoxo
I was in our apartment. It was dark and dreary. I walked down the hallway looking for the man I called my husband. I heard a loud crash behind me, so I turned my head towards the horrible
startling sound. There he was, his red intoxicated eyes stared back at me, his huge build throwing things across the room in anger, towards no one but himself and his actions. He slowly pulls off his belt, never looking from my eyes, his caramel skin sweating, knowing that this will be the abuse if my life. He raises the belt slowly above his dark brown hair, but as it comes crashing down I wake with a start.