Damaged

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TW: Mentions of Abuse, Describing Abuse


She had done a poor job of hiding the damage her fiance had left behind on her face, arms, torso, and legs. She had been trying to get out of there for ages. She hasn't got the chance. She also loves him very much and she "knows" he loves her and she can't bring herself to leave. Every time she is at the door with her bag she turns around and goes right back up the steps and unpacks everything and lays down on her bed. most nights she cries wondering why she is so weak that she can't leave the situation she's in. She has told her friends and even after countless times of them telling her that she needs to get out she can't. Bamm. Oh, he's home and she can hear it in the way he slammed the door and the way he's walking up the steps that he is not happy. Once he makes his way up the steps he shouts " I'm home where is my dinner." "I-I didn't have time to make it I just got home. "  She stuttered out scared out of her mind. " I don't care I'm hungry and I want food." He grabs her by the hair tugs her down the steps and throws her down in the kitchen.  "Now cook and do it fast." He yells "And before you do grab me a beer from the fridge." He says a bit softer but still with a harsh tone. "O-okay ill get to it." 

A/N: THere will be a part two to this I just don't know when. 

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