Reader's Pov
I have been living with my abusive boyfriend for the past ten years. We were high school sweethearts throughout High School but now ever since John have gotten older and started to drink a lot of alcohol for some unknown reason. Every time I asked him about his drinking habits he instantly smirked and started laughing at me like a psychopath ready to kill someone.
He will start to punch me and kicking me in the stomach, legs and every part of my body then when he was done I looked at him as he grabbed the beer bottle and smashed it in my head until it breaks. Days later, I woke up and noticed that I was in a basement. The lights are off, and there are chains on my wrists and shackles on my ankles. I can't get out of this thing. I wanted to go out and be with my friends but every time I try to my boyfriend have become more abusive to me he always told me never to hang out with them. They are worthless. Do you think that they care about you (Y/N), huh look at me when I am talking to you bitch? I looked at him face to face until he said those words to me." I will continue beating on you until you die. Do you understand me? I just nodded, and he began to punch me. Why are you doing this to me? I whispered so he could hear me.
He started hugging me like he cares about me. All of the memories were getting worse and worse. I thought that he loves and care about me, but now he is showing his true colors. I snapped out of my thoughts, and I saw a shadow figure walking toward me. It seemed that he brought some supplies with him. It was a bat, knife and tape. He put tape on my mouth so that nobody can hear me screaming in agony. Afterward, he picked up the metal bat to have a good grip on and started to swing it at me like I'm an absolute sandbag that can help him relieved all the pain that he had inside of him. But I don't know what I did to deserve this. I never cheated on him at all. He knows my history in the past where other people will abuse me and called me names that are too painful to say. I accepted all the pain that's going to happen and wait until I pass out. I felt blood gushing out of my body and blacked out.
I can't take this anymore I need to get out of here. I don't belong here. After he finished abusing me so badly where I can't seemed to get up. He placed me in bed and just fell asleep like it was nothing. I woke up again in the middle of the night at 2 am and quietly got out of bed and packed my stuff. I luckily got everything settled, and I am ready to leave. I grabbed my keys and luggage and went to the door before I left I had to put several painkillers and white wool all over my arm.
A few minutes later, I quietly opened the door and noticed that John was shifting in his bed, and he didn't look like he was getting comfortable at all, but since John was still in his alcoholic stage, he needed to sleep to wash away some of his hangover moment. Either way, John is going to have a headache but who cares he deserve it so what is the point of helping him out. I opened the front door even wider and closed it quietly shut the door behind me. I open the truck of my car and placed my luggage inside it and closed it. I unlocked the driver side of the car and got inside of the car and turn on the engine. I somehow manage to get out of the hell hole of the house not dead but still alive. I went to my parents' house I hope they will help me including my friends who I didn't talk to for a while. I got out of the car and approached my parents' doorway. I know that they will get mad at me, but this is a good reason.
I ringed the doorbell of their house a few seconds later I saw my dad opening the door as soon as he saw me his eyes widen. He instantly hugged me and said I missed you, darling. Where have you been all, this time, I was worried sick about you? Then he noticed my appearance. He saw my swollen eye that looks like it was busted open. Cuts were on my face and the rest of my body I couldn't breathe that much. He let me in and grabbed my suitcase that was right beside me. Once we went inside of the house, he closed the door and called mom. Oh, my God, I know that there will be drama after this. My mother and I always have to argue every single day. Maybe this is the day things will change. The world may never know. My mom said what the hell was going on? I am trying to sleep here. I hope there is a good excuse for this. She walked downstairs and arrived at the living room. The lights were on by the way.
She stared directly at me and hugged me like she loved me more than anything. Like it doesn't matter if we fight but we are a family. Family always love and cared about each other even though we didn't have an excellent history with each other. My mom finally lets go of me and started even closer to me. I remove my jacket. Then my parents began to view my body. All of my body parts are in pain. My body seemed to be darker than it used to be since my abusive boyfriend started to leave bruises, and there is remain of my blood on my back, and some of it got into my jacket. I don't care anymore. I just wanted to stay away from that monster called John.... They started talking about me and said that we are going to take you to the hospital right now. You need a lot of medical help and healing. I nodded, and we started to go outside and got in a car and drive off to the hospital. I hope I won't lose anything but oh well. At least, my parents love me, but now I wondered about my friends.
Author's Note
If I still have a lot of grammar issues then you have to deal with it. I tried okay other than that bye.
