Hurt Me. Loved Me.

Chapter three silence can be deadly

Life became dark and fast. I kept my mouth shut, not only because Daniel told me to but also because my life was at risk, I was worried for my own safety, everyday was an upright struggle, the abuse was crazy and it felt like I couldn't catch a break. It had been a few weeks after the first incident and things only got worse, I couldn't leave the house because of what I looked like. The abuse was becoming frequent and I was to scared to leave, a prisoner in my own home, imagine that. 

Everyday got harder and harder, he'd pick fights over the smallest of things. Especially when drink was involved and he drank everyday, day in day out, every night I'd cry myself to sleep, I was so depressed and I couldn't talk or tell anyone. Lana was so worried, she could tell something was wrong and she could tell I was hiding it from her, but I couldn't get the courage to tell anyone what I was going through. I was so lonely again, how could this be. I'd be laying  there throbbing from the punches, wondering what it would of been like if I had never told Daniel how I felt and instead letting Sam know my true feelings for him but It only hurt more, wondering were I went wrong. 

Sam was so right, and I should have listened but I didn't,  I wish I had now. Now I had to spend the next two weeks with Daniel alone because Lana and Brad were away, she was very hesitant on going because she knew something was wrong, but Daniel insisted he would look after me and me being the fool that I was, went along with it, what else could I do, I was terrified. As you can guess, he certainly did not look after me, not one little bit. 

It was pretty late in the evening, I was trying to cook a nice meal, hoping it would sweeten him up and prevent another night of abuse, my body would not be able to take another night of continuous abuse, it would break me. Daniel was in the other room watching television, drinking, being a complete ass hole.  He started to demand his food, ordering me around like some terrified house wife, screaming at me for another bottle of beer, a bottle of fucking beer, I should of just whacked it around his head when I had the chance to. I was getting more and more angry at him, that was it, it was enough and completely lost it. I picked up his plate of food and chucked it at him, it covered him head to toe. perfectly good meal gone to waste. Followed by that, I smashed his bottle of beer on the floor. I finally stuck up for myself and about time to. 

"Who the fuck do you think you are Daniel!. I'll tell you who you are, a fucking drunk piece of shit and a no good bully. I will not stand for this bullshit anymore".

As soon as I said it, I regretted it. He ran, no sorry, he sprinted over to me, I had never seen him move so quick, and I was terrified. With no hesitation he launched me into the corner of the table and as I hit the floor I smashed, and cut open my head, another fucking injury. The blood was everywhere, my vision went fuzzy and I was very disorientated, I thought I was going to pass out but he grabbed my hair, pulling me toward the broken glass and with every pull there was pain as the glass was cutting my into my legs and knees.

"I'm telling you now bitch, you better clean this shit up and if I ever hear you speak to me or disobey me like that again, I'll make sure you won't get up next time, do you understand, your fucking nothing, you are lucky to be with a guy like me, if I hadn't of had you nobody else would of, you are worthless".

The pain both mentally and physically was unbearable. I sat there trying so hard to pick up each piece of glass, but I was shaking so bad that the glass was just falling back onto the floor. Daniel had left the house, probably went to the pub, his usual routine after beating me black and blue. I heard him slam the door, I was sobbing and I knew I had to get out now, whilst he was gone, so with the last bit of strength I had, I packed a bag with my things and got the hell out of there, it was raining and hard, I couldn't figure out where to go but I knew I had to leave right now. I began running down the street, taken a left, and then a right, then through the park, it only started to make sense to me where I was running when I finally got to his front door. There was only one place I could go to and I wasn't even sure he'd let me in but I had to try, the rain was still pouring as I banged on Sam's door.