"Ahhhh no please stop your hurting me Tate please stop" I shouted, but he kept hitting me 'please' I thought 'please stop'.As I tried to look up into his piecing blue eyes I saw just how angry and out of control he was his normal blue eyes where a dull, lifeless ,stormy grey colour one that I was too familiar with. His strong structured jaw was hardly clenched and he was taking out all his angry towards his family on me like he always does. The pain was to much to take as he kept punching, kicking, punching and kicking he just wouldn't stop. After what felt like hours he suddenly stopped and stormed out of the kitchen as soon as he left I fell into complete darkness.
As I slowly peeled my droopy eyes open I noticed that Tate still wasn't back which was good. I tried to get up as quickly as possible because I knew that when Tate comes back he wouldn't be to happy to see me all beaten on the floor even though he was the one that did this to me. As I got up I felt a sudden pain shoot through my body I bit down on my lip to stop the scream from coming out after a while I felt the all to familiar taste of blood in my mouth.I gripped the kitchen counter as hard as I could and stood up trying to forget the pain shooting throughout my body. I felt a sudden sharp pain shoot through my stomach I slowly lifted my shirt to see a purplely, blueish bruise on the left side of my stomach. All of a sudden I heard the front door open and I knew that Tate was back I frantically looked for a place to hide in my all to small kitchen, Tate was getting closer I could hear his foot steps right outside the closed kitchen door. I walked as quickly as my broken, bruised body would take me to the door. I stood behind the closed door as still and quietly as I could as I waited for Tate to arrive, suddenly the door burst open and in came a very angry drunk Tate.
"LUCY LUCY, WHERE ARE YOU?!"Tate's drunken voice boomed through out the small house.
I held my breath as I waited for Tate to go out again. I lifted my hand to brush away the strand of hair that fell on the side of my face, I noticed that my hands where shaking so much I couldn't even move the strand of hair that fell near my eyes. 'just go please god make him go' I thought to my self, its like god heard my silent prayer Tate was out of the kitchen in seconds 'thank you god thank you'
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