Bruises ↛a.c.m

Prologue

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| A Q U I L A |

"you can't stay there. you have to leave, now. I'll come pick you up." Laura says into the phone as I clutch it to my ear and I can hear him raging out in the living room and I sob, knowing he's looking for me.

"I can't." I mumble. "he'll kill me if he knows that I reached out for help. I have to go, he's angry again." I say, my lip quivering as I hang up before she can even respond and I shove the phone into the pocket of my sweats and I pull the sleeves to my hoodie, over my hands.

I was covered in bruises, my lip was busted, my head was killing me and all I could think about was when. when would it be over? would I have to die in order to finally live in peace?

I sigh, wiping the tears from my cheeks and I flinch when my hand makes contact with my skin and I stand up, opening the door to to the closet of the basement and I walk up the stairs, the sound of glass shattering upstairs makes me jump and push the door open to the living room and his blood shot eyes come in contact with my own.

he smirks when he sees me, he can read right through me. he knew I feared him, he knew that it was just me and I was in lonesome. with no help, no one to turn to, no escape and my life on the line. every time felt like the last.

"you look so pretty tonight." he whispers as he pushes a strand from hair behind my ear and I shut my eyes, waiting. "so pretty." he mumbles before his lips make contact with my forehead.

a single tear trolls down my cheek, unable to speak and I know I shouldn't, I shouldn't make a peep. I whimper and I hold my hand over my mouth as he backs his face away from mine and I stand still.

"god, don't be such a pussy, Aquila." he slurs, grabbing another glass from the bar and he pours bourbon into his glass and he takes a long sip before he sits on the couch, a leg over the other and I decided to pick up the glass shards from the floor.

it was the same routine, always. drunk Austin was the worst, the blows were harder and the time was limitless.

I just wish things were the way they were before. I miss the Austin I had fallen in love with, the Austin now wasn't him. he was someone else, someone I couldn't recognize.

he wasn't the man I had fall in love with. I guess it's true what they say, looks are deceiving.

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