"You have no self control," he says as he raises his voice. She fights back for equality, she fights back for a reason.
I don't have self control? I don't have self control?
"You really can't shut your mouth for once, can't you?" He sneers. "You might as well live somewhere else because in this house, I make the rules." He hits her, but this isn't the first time.
Tears form in her eyes. "Why? Why don't you ever listen to me? Why can't you try to see things me in my perspective. Why are you such a-," she quickly cut herself off before she could finish.
"Such a what? Huh? Such a what?" He screams, waving his fist in the air, about to take a second punch.
She screams and cries as his hand takes a throw. Eyes filled with fear and anger, her face turning hot red but then quickly changes as she is knocked out cold.
"Stupid bitch!" He screams while swirling around his bottle and taking the last gulp before launching the bottle. It shatters after it hits her, right in the knee. Cuts and scrapes from the glass ooze out as he spits on her face and locking the door.
Trapped, she feels trapped.
In every way, shape or form.
She can't escape.
Trapped.
She is,
Trapped.
j.o.
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