Honey~
As I watched my boyfriend drive away I cried to myself in sorrow. It was my fault I never should have accused him of cheating, but what was I suppose to do when I come to his house and find a thing that sure as hell ain't mine under his bed?
I went to the bathroom to look at the damage Mike did. He had thrown a lamp and a vase at me, punched me so many times I couldn't even keep track. I had I black eye and a few cuts my arms where multi colored and my hair looked like shit.
Flashback {The Beating}
"Babe?" I walked to his bedroom. His body covered with blankets and his light snores made me smile, getting into bed with him I felt something stuck on my foot I reached down and saw a pink thong. I questioned myself. I don't like pink so I would never wear it. Anger built up inside of me , "MICHAEL!" he jumped at the sound of my voice. "WHO'S FUCKING PANTIES ARE THESE , HUH?" I asked.
He glared at me before getting out of the bed stomping towards me , "Who the fuck do you think your talking to bitch?" He grabbed my arms and shook me like a rag doll. "Don't you ever come in my house again yelling at me like that , don't worry about those I can do whatever the fuck I want." When he was finished screaming I was terrified that he was going to hit me. "Are you cheating on me Mike?" I cried out. He then let go of me, punched me in the jaw grabbed me again and threw me against the wall. I screamed in pain it felt like I was being hit over and over by bricks , as he hit me again and again and again.
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A/N
So I decided to start a story , it's basically an abusive boyfriend story. Please let me know if you like it or not I will try and update everyday , or at least every other .

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General FictionLove is suppose to be sweet and passionate. Not hurt and pain. It does matter whether your 30 or 15 you can be in love at any age , but is it really love?