New Girl

What did I do, to deserve this

I'm walking home scared as shit of what will happen when I walk through the front door. I get home and stand on the doorstep terrified. I keep on telling myself to just breathe "Come on Y/N, nothing you haven't gone through already just keep on breathing and walk through the door" I wait for a minute to catch my breath and walk into the house protecting my face from what could be on the other side. And there he is standing on the other side of the door, freezing on the spot my hands drop to my side, his hand meeting my face in a second. Feeling the blood rush into my cheek and it stinging, all I can do is fall to the ground in shock. He picks me up from my bag straps and rips the bag off my back. He drags me into the basement and throws me across the room. Knowing what is about to happen and knowing that I can't get out of this I start to scream but realize that no one is going to help me. He starts hitting me across my body starting with the face and moving to my stomach then my legs. All of my anger went through my hand and punched him in the face, while he was punching my stomach. Getting a good punch on his face, only got me a harder punch across mine. Bruises all over my body and feeling like I won't be able to stand for hours he gives me one last kick on my back and stomach and then leaves the basement. I guess he felt kind enough to leave the basement door unlocked so I could get out. Lying on the cold, hard floor thinking of how I ended up in this house and wishing I hadn't done what I had done the night before and this morning. Getting every ounce of strength in my body to keep my eyes open scared of what would happen if I do end up falling asleep, My eyes start to close knowing I won't win I let my eyes close still thinking about what could happen but then drift off to sleep.

I woke up still in the same place I had fallen asleep not knowing how long I had been down there or what the time was. I struggled to get up, and as soon as I could get up, I slowly made my way up the stairs and out of the basement, up another flight of stairs, and into my room collapsing onto my bed. "What did I do, do deserve this," I said to myself. Feeling something in my pocket I reach for it and take it out to see that it was my phone, turning it on I look at what time it was "2:18 am great" I say to myself. Feeling even more pain I can't move and just throw the blanket on top of me and fall back asleep on my unmade bed.