"Babe, do you really love me?" I asked, looking up at Kenny. I don't know why he hits me so much if he 'loves' me, so thats why I asked.
"Of course I do! Why?" He asked, looking curious.
"Well...I just don't understand why you hit me...if you 'love' me..." I said, putting air quotes around love.
"Baby...theres something I gotta tell you....." He said. What the hell?
"What?" I asked, sitting up.
"I'm...I'm...bipolar....which means I can go from being happy to angry in 2 seconds" He said.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked. I'm kinda hurt he didn't tell me, and actually kinda angry, if he didn't tell me this..what else hasn't he told me?
"I-I didn't know how'd you react" He said. I got up and stood in front of him.
"I wouldn't have cared if you would've told me sooner. Tell me...what else haven't you told me Kenny?" I asked. And just like that, he snapped.
"NOTHING!" He screamed. Here we go again.
I flinched at how loud his voice was.
"C-calm d-down...i-it was only a q-question.." I studdered, backing away.
"A fucking bitchy question!" He said. He grabbed my arm, tight.
"Let go!!! That hurts kenny!" I said.
I broke out of his grip and tried to run out of the door. But before I could, he grabbed my shoulder. He turned me around and shoved me against the door, hovering over me. Then he grabbed my hair, pulling me away from the door. Thats fucking it, I'm done, I've had enough.
"Where the fuck do you think your going stupid ass" He asked. I felt tears welling up in my eyes.
"Out, your gonna d-do the sa-same thing, h-hit me and then a-apoligize. P-please, l-let me go..Kenny -p-please let me go. I l-love you. Your hurting me" I said. He grabbed me hair tighter.
"Do you really think I fucking care?!?!?!!!!?!?!?!" He screamed. He took my hair and slammed my head into the door three times. I started crying. Yup, this is how great my life is.
He pushed me down to the ground still holding my hair. He let go and stepped ontop of my head. I couldn't breathe. I kept hitting the floor with my hand that didn't have the broken wrist. He realized and got off my head and jumped onto my hand, grinding his hard ass sneaker into my hand.
"Stupid..." He said. He kicked my head.
"Ass.." He kicked my head again
"WORTHLESS.." He said and kicked my head again.
"BITCH!!!" He screamed and kicked my head even harder. I already knew I was bleeding, my head felt wet.
"Kenny I love you!!!! Please stop!!!!!" I begged throught my tears. He didnt. He kicked my back and stomach repeatedly, atleast 20 times. I rolled over. He grabbed my hair again and punched my in the face 8 times. I didn't move. He spit in my face and threw my head to the ground .
"Go kill yourself bitch" He said and walked away and sat on the couch.
After a while of agonizing headaches and bleeding, I got up very slowly, very dizzy, and looked at the floor to see the stain I made from my blood. I ran my fingers through my hair and a bunch of hair came out where kenny had pulled it.
I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a knife....
I walked back into the living room and looked Kenny in the eyes.
