"Come on,don't be like that. You know I love you." He watched as she ran away from him. "Fuck.. Why can't you fucking be more civil?!" He shouted after her. Jeralyn stopped and turned around."You don't love me. If you did,you would have never cheated on me,with that skank. You can never fucking keep your dick in your pants. I'm done with you."Tears spilled over her face. She knew this time,things were beyond broken.
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My heart was racing. I always wake up at the end of my flashbacks. My stomach made un-human nosies. Reminding me,that I was starving.I wasn't going to be fed all week. He had said so. It didn't matter. To me,it meant that my body would soon shut down,and hopefully I would die.That was all I wanted in life. To be put out of my misery.
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I am awake by the time he comes down. I refuse to remember his name. "Morning." He's been drinking again. I can tell. I get up from my 'bed.' It's nothing but old blankets.A word leaves my mouth. "Water.." His eyes search my face,and I quickly look down. He closes the space between us in three long steps. "What? Am I too ugly for you?" I prepared myself for his fists to collide with my body."Fuck,I'll teach you to love me." He started shaking me,my head went back and forth with ever shake. I didn't expect him to hit me in the face,but he did. His hand met my face. Right below my eye. I cried out in pain. But he just kept hitting me in the face. One was so powerful it threw me to the ground. I tried my best to crawl away,but he pulled me by my leg."Don't go,you fucking bitch." One of my eyes was already starting to swell,and it was hard to see out of it.I knew what was next. So I just went limp. A couple seconds later I felt him struggle to unzip his pants. It was no use fighting. I would just get it worse. And this time I didn't have my scissors.
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When he leaves,I crawl to my cornor. More in pain then before. Struggling to breath,I try to pull my pants back on. But it's no use,so I just curl my body up into a ball.Please..just let me die... I feel so dizzy. I am so afraid I could be pregnant again. I've been pregnant with 3 of his kids before,and he has killed them all. They at least,are safe. Away from this place. This hell hole. One was so tiny,I could hold it in my hand. It looked like a small doll. For that one I cried. And I named it Charley. It was my youngest. Here I am 19,and already had 3 miscarriages.Not by my choice again. I tried running away as soon as I found out I was pregnant,on my first time. It didn't last long. When he caught up with me,he beat me and my body failed to protect my baby. The next day,I flushes my dead child down the toliet. Nothing hurt me more,then my children dying. I couldn't handle it. I didn't cry. I never cry.
