Untold Stories of Our Household

Apt 7E

My head hit the wall as he gripped his hand around my throat a little tighter. The pain from the back of my head, and the pain coming from my throat were too much to bear. . . but he was still going. I tried to fight back but the panic I was feeling as my air passage was being restricted over powered my logical thinking. Maybe I should have fought harder to stop him from entering places he should have never been, but does that really change anything ?
He will always be the person who takes what he wants.
Something he wants?
As if what he wanted didn't have a person attached to it. A person with feelings, with plans, who had loved and was loved.
A person with a life, who didn't want to be violated in such a way.
A person with a great life that she now hated every minute of every second of every day all because this person felt entitled to something that he wanted.
Not something he needed.
Not something that belonged to him. Not something that he deserved. Something he had to take because what he wanted was not for him, what he wanted was mine and I had no intentions of sharing it with him.