This strange feeling called LOVE

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"Ahh!! STOP! Enough already!"

"Stop?!! You really are stupid huh? Do you think I'd stop?!!"

"It's not my fault!! Ahh! Stop!! It hurts!"

"You deserve this Gaille. You good for nothing
wife!"

*glass shatters*

That's all I can remember from last night.

I woke up staring at a very familiar ceiling. It wasn't home, I'm at the hospital. I suffered bruises and a small but deep cut on my head from last night's fight. The doctor's said that good thing I was rushed immediately to the hospital or else the large amounts of blood loss would have left me dead.

It has been four years and this is still the usual for me. Everyday, I go to work and when I get home I get beaten. The next day I'd find myself at the hospital.

I don't know how he gets the courage to call emergency after beating me so bad. I never dared question him though, he'd kill me for sure.

Last night was actually the first time that I talked back. The first time that I fought back. And I'll never do it again.

He wasn't like this before. Our dream was to build a big family together. When we got married we started planning for this dream to come true. Both of us had very stable jobs. In fact, he was CEO of a company and I was a healthcare worker. I love helping the needy, you see. You might be asking why I can't help myself? Well, I don't really see myself "in need". Truly, the one I think that is "in need" is James.

He started beating me after the first year of our marriage. It was because I couldn't give him a child. All our hopes and dreams were crushed. We tried everything just to have a "natural born" child. No matter how many times we tried, we just couldn't. So we went to the doctor to see what was wrong. There we were told that there was something wrong with me. "I'm sorry Ma'am but you're better off adopting" is what the doctor said.

The man I knew during my highschool days is not the same today. He was such a jolly person. He used to always smile.

He beats me all the time but I would never leave James. It's not that I'm afraid or anything, I just don't want us to be apart. I just wish that the old him would come back. I want to see his smile back. I think that's impossible now but I know that if I give my all, I believe that that impossible might become possible.

"You're good to go in two days Mrs Mendez. Just take plenty of rest for now."

I can't wait to see him again. I love him, after all.