Prologe

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"You worthless bitch!"
I didn't care that it was a drunk promise. I was going to prove that I wasn't a worthless bitch.
I rubbed the red area on my cheek with my bruised wrist.
I slammed my foot down on the gas pedal and peeled away,tears still streaming down my face.
His words didn't leave my mind. They never would. The scenario wouldn't leave me alone.
"You bitch! I can't believe I thought I loved you!" He threw a bottle at the window next to my head, breaking the window.
I whimpered in fear. "J-Jorel?"
He growled in my face, pinning me to the wall by my wrists.  Alcohol blurred his vision.
"J-Jorel! S-Stop! You're hurting me!"
His grip tightened as did his gaze.
"You fucking hore. You worthless Bitch! "
He slammed me against the wall harder causing me to cry out in pain. I dropped to the floor, tears free falling no madder how much I didn't want them to.
He turned away from me, slamming his free hand into the wall next to my head. After a few horrifying seconds he stared me down, a murderious look in his eyes.
"Your lucky that wasn't you're face, cunt."           

  

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