Love is not a black eye.

I cried silently in the small closet, hoping & praying that Anthony wouldn't find me. I shook uncontrollably, crouching in the corner with my legs hugged to my chest.

"JALIA!!!!" I froze instantly. Please God, I prayed. The tears flowed down my cheeks as I prayed silently. All of a sudden, it got extremely quiet. I breathed very slowly & silently. I was scared to even blink. That's when I heard the door to the closet rip open. "JALIA!!!" he roared. He dragged me out of the closet by my hair. I learned a long time ago not to say anything back.

The beatings just get worse.

"YOU ANSWER WHEN I FUCKING CALL!! YOU HEAR ME BITCH!?" he yelled while slapping me over & over again. I felt my nose start to drip with blood. He punched me in my back making me reel over to the ground. Kicking me constantly in my side, I swear I felt my ribs crack. I coughed up blood as he kicked me in my stomach. My eyes rolled back as he continued to both physically & emotionally abuse me. The tears kept falling.

"Since you wanna hide from me, I'll make sure you get what you deserve." he spoke in a harsh voice. I was so out of it that if felt like my head was going to fall off. The pain was indescribable.

He threw me on the bed, taking his pants off & flinging them across the room. "Anthony, Please....Please." I spoke in a weak voice that was barely audible. Yet he said nothing. Just looked at me with this cold grey eyes that showed nothing but lust & anger. As I begged him for mercy, he practically ripped my clothes off.

I prepared myself for the worst..

He forced himself into me with such force that it felt like I was getting ripped apart. He thrusted in & out of me as I cried. He placed sloppy kisses all over my neck & bit me. I screamed in agony as I felt blood stream down my leg. Big mistake. "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU WORTHLESS BITCH!" he yelled in rage. I bit my lip as the tears fell down my face. He raped me nonstop for 2 hours..

After he finished, he pulled out & spit on me one last time before getting in the shower. I know you're probably thinking, why not run away? I tried before & he always finds me. It's no use. He came back out the bathroom after his shower & looked at me. "Dinner better be ready when I get back. If you value your life, you'd get up." he spoke in a tone so deathly, it made me shiver in fear. He chuckled darkly & left the house to go & do God knows what. Probably sleep with more women, get high & drunk then come home to beat me all over again. It's a never ending cycle that I go through. I sighed, & got out of the bed as tears fell down my caramel, bruised cheeks.

My name is Jalia Skky Thomas & this is my story...

Jay here.

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