Savior (Part One)

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warning violence and gentle subjects

"You think you are going to get better then me?!"

hit

"N-n-no," I stuttered out.

slap

My head snapped to the side. I shivered as pain aroused in my cheek. I whimpered. Then he kicked me in the knee. It locked and I squeaked before falling into the brick wall. Sometimes I wish he would kill me.

"'You're a prick' huh?" I felt a kick to the stomach. A tear slipped down my cheek. I looked up at his figure. He was tough as nails. His scary face made me cringe. His eyes seemed to be a black hole and his stubble adding to his angered features. The smell of weed and liquor made my nose twitch. He didn't use to be like this. When we started dating he was the kindest person I have ever met. Then something changed. He started getting easily tempered and bossy. Six months later we are here. He does this all the time. I can't leave him though or he swears I will be dead. I shakily stood. My balance low.

"You think I'm a prick!" He yelled and grabbed a chair. He threw it at me. I ducked out the way, stumbling back to the ground in the process. His dark shadow came approaching fast. Since it was well past midnight in a abandoned alley next to our apartment. No one has ever heard us. Or him screaming..

"Oh sweetie I'm all you got. And to be calling me names after all I did for you?!" That's when I felt anger bubble in my blood. I quickly got up and walked over to his heaving chest.

"Really? Basically beating me to death four times?! Raping me? Treating me badly in front of your friends? Using me as a maid?! That's what you ha-" He grabbed my hair and slammed me to the ground. I screamed out as my head hit hard against the cols floor. I felt blood against my head as my vision blurred. He started to beat me in any way he could. Kicking, punching, throwing stuff at me. I couldn't move. I laid numb. Maybe finally I would die. Would he beat me to death? The pain subsided as my head spun. That's when I saw this figure. A guy running towards us. I lifted my head slightly And I was kicked in the head. And my head slammed against the cement. My eyes rolled to the back of my head.

Everything went blank.

A/N

Uh..

So yeah this happened.

I don't know why I like violence.

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