Our Past | Solby

{5} Black and Blue

|Sam's POV| TW Abuse

I heard Damian open the front door. Thinking nothing of it I walked out, not realizing what I was wearing or that the love of my life would be standing in the doorway. Drunk. His eyes immediately widened and before he could say anything he was punched square in the jaw. Damian slammed the door and turned around to look at me. I immediately cowered into the corner. "WHY WAS HE HERE," he roared, "HAVE YOU BEEN TALKING TO HIM YOU LITTLE BITCH?" "N-n-no, I-i s-swe-ar," I manage to whimper out. I started screaming for help, but regretted it because I got hit and punched in the face repeatedly. He had never done this. He had always hid them. Now I'll have to hide them. I wanted out of here. 

*The Next Day*

I heard Damian leave and let out a breath of relief. I slowly and painfully got up and winced. I stared at myself in the mirror. I'm nothing but a bag of bones. I went into the bathroom to grab concealer from the massive supply under the sink. Most of our money went towards items to hide me. I wasn't allowed out anymore. I hear a slight knock at the door. I had finished blending out the concealer. I plastered a fake smile on my face and went to go answer the door.

Colby was standing there. Not drunk. With a heartbreaking look on his face. "I'm getting you out Sam," is all he said before pulling me out of the apartment. I couldn't keep up. I was too weak. He took one look at me before scooping me up in his arms. He ran out to his car fast and didn't stop driving until we made it to his new apartment. As soon as he carried me in the door I broke down. I was sobbing and I could not stop. All he did was hold me on the middle of the kitchen floor whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

He was back, I missed my Night. He saved me... again.