Struggling? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵..

'𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨.. '

Hi this is my first time writing and its based of the nursery nurse (more details in the description) but before you read i just want you to know i dont post too much on wattpad, so this isnt the whole story. Any triggering discussions will have a warning! 💕💕

(Sorry if this is short!!)

Warning: mentions and actions of abuse and drinking.

Siobhans PoV:

The day is over and im leaving the nursery. As much as i say and show i hate the people there, i dont at all.

I would much rather be at the nursery then at home, Roger has been sending me drunk texts all day so i know hes going to be very drunk when i get home.

I dont want to go home.

I open my car, i sit in the drivers seat and close the door after me.

I never leave immediately, i always wait in the car for a bit, it sounds depressing and i hate to think like that because it just shows how vulnerable i really am and if i show my true emotions its just going to show that i would be easier to manipulate into stuff.

I wait in the car for a bit, deep in my thoughts before snapping out of it when i got a text.

I immediately tense up, knowing that its most likely Roger. My thoughts return into reality thinking about what to do when i get home.

I dont even bother looking at the text, knowing it was Roger behind the screen, drunk.

I grab the stirring wheel.

I didnt want to start the car, but i had to.
I didnt want to be with Roger, but i had to.

Im still deep in my thoughts but i managed to lift my arm and twist the keys to start the car.

The sound of the car turning on made her jump, she snapped out of her thoughts again and back to reality.

Somehow both mentally and reality were a bad place for her to stay.

I push the pedal and started moving until i got to the one place i would not want to be right now.

I was so deep in my thoughts, begging with my dying heart that this isnt my whole life story, that i will be free to think.

At this point my body was moving and i didnt even notice. I was at the door.

I open the the door.

"Where the fuck have you been!" Roger shouted before i could even twist the handle.

"I was held back at the nursery" I say, i feel like i want to face palm.

I always use that excuse and i feel like Rogers going to catch on to me if i continue saying that. No matter how drunk he was.

I dont show emotion often, even when im with him.

I don't want to show it because that would show how vulnerable i can really be, and people could take advantage of that, more specific people.

Roger isn't one for talking while drunk. He usually stays silent and shows his emotions through abuse, on me.

He grabs my wrist, so tight one wrong move and he might just snap it off.

I wince at the pain. I can practically hear, smell, taste the bruise marks of his finger prints he has left on my wirst.

Its not unusual for this to happen. Infact it happens everytime he is drunk at home.

He dragged me halfway up the stairs before pushing me down. I landed on my face, it was clear i broke my nose.

I wanted to cry, because of the pain, because of the situation i am in.

but i knew i couldn't, i had to keep the tears back or else that will just encourage Roger to carry on.

I stand up and brush dirt off my tight, short skirt that he forced me to wear this morning.

I didnt want to wear it, its too tight, its itchy and i can barely walk in it unless its a bit too high, it was really uncomfortable.

But, as if i had a choice.

He carried on walking upstairs after pushing me, so that gives me sometime to fix myself.

I go over to the mirror and look at my reflection.

There was blood dripping down my nose, that was not surprising.

However the bruising is going to be a hard one to cover.

I tence up slightly at a cold rush dancing along my spine. I could hear Rogers footsteps coming down the staircase in ragged stomps.

I see him appear in the reflection behind me. He turns his head towards me and smirks.

He grabs the back off my top pulling me so hard i heard it rip.

I fell backwards next to Rogers feet, I hit my head. It hurt.

'I have to stay strong..
I have to stay strong..
I have to stay strong.. '

I can already feel the coldness of my own tears forming underneath the waterline of my eyes.

I felt the cold floor on my back, knowing that my top had ripped by force.