'Hey babe how was work?' You're boyfriend Nate came into the apartment you two shared together. You were hoping for a good answer this time you really were.
'It was shit. And now I come home to your worthless ass sitting around all day, and our apartment looks like a fucking pig sty!' You winced as his voice rose more and more with each word. 'You can't do anything can you? Look at all this takeout! Cook for once in your damn life! Maybe you can clean up while you're at it! Good for nothing bitch.' He was standing directly infront of you still his words like daggers. You knew you shouldn't have but you spoke up trying to defend yourself. 'I...I work.' 'I don't remember asking you to speak.' 'Well I was just...' 'Just what.' But you were on the verge of crying you didn't say a word as you bit the inside of your cheeks to seize the tears. 'That's what I thought.' And with one swift slap you were on the ground. What shocked you the most was that you weren't used to it yet. Every slap felt like the first and by now you thought you'd just be numb. 'Cry all you want bitch it's not gonna save you.' You hadn't even realized you were crying but there was a puddle around your head. So the night went like that, Nate kicked and punched and slapped until he got tired or bored of me then he went to bed as you lay there in your blood and tears.
Eventually you brought yourself to the bathroom and it was a struggle. Your whole body was badly beaten, like always, you walked with a limp until you sat yourself down on the cold bathroom tile. Then rummaged through things until you found what you so badly needed. A bright shiny razor. To dull the old pain.
When you were done with what you needed to do you climbed into bed. You couldn't sleep though, you never could. You thought about leaving Nate. Then you thought about being lonely because no one would want you. You were ugly, broken and worthless. At least Nate stayed with you and that gave you some comfort. He hit and you were well aware of it considering you couldn't look into a mirror without seeing a bruise or cut. But you deserved all that because you were worthless. Nate was a good guy at heart and he wouldn't hit you if there wasn't a reason to. Right
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FanfictionThere once was a girl named Melanie. She had an abusive boyfriend and came from a broken home. In comes Niall, the pop star gone alcoholic. After One Direction ended and eventually drifted Niall couldn't take the loneliness. So he spent his nights w...
