WARNING: This story contains violence
HENRY:
As I lay there on the cold tile floor surrounded by my blood as my life flashes before my eyes , I keep blaming myself for his temper...making up excuses of why he hits me and treats me the way he does....I love him though.. But I don't know if I can take this any longer. My name is Naomi and my husbands name is Henry. I'm so upset at myself that I didn't recognize the warning signs, maybe it's because I was trying to convince myself the whole time that his intentions were to never hurt me. But the opposite of that seems to be true, all he's done is hurt me. As I lay on the tile I see him pacing back and forth, I hear sirens in the distance. Is this what life is all about? Is this what I spent all my time
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I love you Henry
Teen FictionSorry my other account got deleted! This is a re-make of the last story! Naomi is stuck in an abusive relationship with her controlling lover, Henry. But, she cannot see when it is time to leave him because her judgment is clouded by her love for...
