My Personal Hero

Falling apart

     "Get the fuck out of my sight!" Screamed my husband from across the room. He was yet again mad at me for missing a spot on the floor. "Honey, I mopped the floors for an hour. It must just be a stain from forever ago. I can look for new flooring if you'd li-" I didn't get to finish my sentence before he hit me and knocked me to the floor. "Y/N, how many times have I told you not to talk back to me?! Huh!? How many times?! This time you will learn the hard way!" I knew exactly what he meant. This time he was going to lock me into my bedroom for a week, possibly more. I just wanted an escape from this hell. I just wanted to either die or runaway.

     Once my husband had decided to let me out after a week had passed he give me a bath and a new pair of clothes and food. He apologized many time that he "was just angry." Or that I needed to learn how to take care of our house properly. He can have the damn house I just want out of here. "Hey honey?" I asked him in a soft tone. "Yes Y/N." "Can I go to bed? I'm very tired." I basically treated him as if he was my father. Little did he know that when I was alone I watched Jacksepticeye on YouTube all the time. "Of course. I'll be up there in a few hours." He mrs plied back with his smile that I once had loved, but now I hated.

      Jack is the only thing that has ever made me happy. He can make me forget everything that happens. Jack is my personal hero. If my husband ever finds out that I'm up here watching him I'll be in severe shit. But one day... I'm running away to Ireland.

~ HEY GUYS! Let me know if you want more of this story! I'll probably upload more anyway just because i know where it's going and I'm fangirling writing it! ^_^ you all are beautiful! :D