Thickums and The Thug

Chapter 1

Trigger warning. My book starts off with a lot of violence. Some of the topics that will be discussed in my book may cause some of you to feel upset or trigger something (depression etc.) because you may have gone through a similar situation or just feel a certain way about q subject so this is my warning.
-Naya✨
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Noble POV
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"Get the fuck up and stop that crying shit!!" He yelled at me.

I just sat there holding my cheek where he struck me for what must have been the millionth time, I wouldn't know I've lost count. This isn't what it was supposed to be like. He was supposed to love me not hurt me. The tears keep falling but they don't help my situation, if anything they make it worse.

"I said get up!" He yelled again pulling me by my hair.

I started windmilling at him. No words were being spoken out of my mouth. I was more focused on getting him the hell off me.

He dragged me to the bathroom and made me kneel by the toilet. He than began dunking my head in like he was trying to drown me.

"Are you gonna listen now bitch!" He screamed at me. "I said are you gonna listen." He said finally jerking my head out of the water.

"Yes! Yes Justin, please! Please just let me go." I said pleading with him.

He drags me over to the bath tub and throws me inside, making me hit my head in the process. I instantly loose consciousness.

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I wake up still in the tub. I instantly feel pain swarming in my right temple where I hit my head at. I close my eyes trying to mentally erase the pain I am feeling all over my body.

I slowly reopen my eyes and slowly hoist myself out of the tub. Not wasting any time, I immediately strip out of my scrubs from the day before and jump into the shower.

Turning the water on high I let it drench me and let my thoughts consume me. Grabbing a towel off of the towel rack I step out of the shower and approach the mirror, finally analyzing my injuries.

There's scratches on my scalp from where his nails dug in. A knot on my temple with minor swelling. There's a big bruise on the left side of my face from where he punched me. My knees are sore from kneeling on the ground. I look awful, for lack of better words.

I cautiously step into our bedroom seeing him asleep in the bed. Glancing at the clock I see that it is almost 11:00 AM ,
We started fighting last night around 10 when my shift ended. I walked to the closet to get scrubs, not forgetting to look over my shoulder.

After getting dressed I make my way back into the bathroom. I then proceed to put on my makeup to cover my bruises.

I hear the bed creak and Justin appears in the doorway. He just stands there watching me put on my makeup.

"Don't be home late again" he says walking up to me, looking me directly in my eyes, giving me a silent warning.

"Ok Justin" I say meekly.

The fight yesterday was because I came home an hour later than usual. I was caught up in traffic , but Justin didn't believe me.
I flinch as he kisses my temple before leaving the bathroom.
I let out a sigh of relief before gathering my belongings and exiting out of the apartment we live in.
As I make my way to the hospital where I work I sit and contemplate how and when my relationship went toxic.