Plinkies Prostitutes

He abuses me. I love him. He slashes at me with his fist. I love him. His rage on me is so tempting for me to just, you know. Give up.

Every morning I wake up to the intriguing oder of his strong manliness wrapped around my petite waist. Oh god he is so hot when he's asleep, ha. Sadly looks don't mean a thing when someone brings a hand up at you every breath you take.

Ha, but I love him too much. Or do I?

When i look into his deep dark blue eyes, I see two of all things.

Happiness. A spark of happiness and hope that can overcome any stressful obstacle.

Can it?

A sorrowful darkness creates his heart. The once fragilness of his heart, hardness it to the stiffness of a rock.

He loves me as if i have never loved anyone.

He hits me as if i had killed a loved one of his. But for i have not.

I love him too much. We can't afford medicine to fix his madness. Thats why we live in the shit area of Narrow Glenn. Thats what happens when your husbands a strip club bouncer and your a burger flipper at Crust Mc.Jr

My parents didn't raise me to live like this. I was raised to be rich. Loved.

Truly loved.

This love. Sadly,I know isn't a true love.

A real love.

His love is not a one in a million. His love is as if me loving something that never came to be.

I guess, If i don't get killed before i do so.

I'll go to another lover.

Lover to Lover.

..............

Hey there its me Iz here Xd! How did you like it comment below how ye did!

Lol sorry for the non capitol I's. aint nobody got time for that!

Ya so sorry for the grammar error and etc if it has any lol. This story is mu life and im Addicted To It!

Message Chapter One

If a man hits you ladies you have every right to throw a danm vase at his head and call the police!! Serious im not joking around here!

Questions ask me!