7 months.
8 months.
9 months.
Josh lost his job.
I don't see him much anymore.
Josh gets mad.
Yelling.
Lots of yelling.
It's April.
It's Saturday.
It's Brendon's birthday
It's 1:15 pm.
Josh drinks.
Trigger.
1 drink.
2 drinks.
3 drinks.
Alcohol breath.
Bad kisses.
Sadness on his lips.
"Josh..stop."
"Excuse me?"
"Stop."
Pushing him off.
Being pushed back.
"I'll do as I please, slut."
"You're drunk. Stop."
Kissing again.
Trying to want it.
Alcohol.
Swampy taste.
Gross.
"I can't do this."
"Tough shit."
Pushed.
Pants off.
Cold hands.
Rough touch.
I understand what being banged means.
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It's July.
It's Sunday.
It's too hot.
It's 4:30 pm.
Josh is mad again.
No job.
No food.
No beer.
Sorry
Sorry
Sorry
Sorry
"You're a failure."
"I know."
1 hit.
2 hits.
3 hits.
4.
Scars.
Bruises.
Love Bites.
I'm naked for Josh.
He sees them all.
"That's disgusting."
He starts loving me with the lights off.
But at least he's still loving me.
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I forget what month it is.
The day doesn't matter.
It's all the same.
It's 6:47 pm
Today I'm done.
Today I will fight back.
Today I try.
Today.
1 drink.
2 drinks.
3 drinks.
4.
"Come kiss Daddy."
"You smell like booze."
"So what?"
"I don't want to kiss your alcohol breath."
" I don't care. I said so."
"No."
1 slap.
2....
3.....
Stop counting.
He must be extra mad tonight.
Not sorry.
Not sorry.
Not sorry.
Not sorry.
"What the hell, Tyler?!"
Not sorry.
Not sorry.
Not sorry.
Not sorry.
"Leave me alone, Josh."
"Don't sass me, whore."
"Go away."
"Don't talk to me like that."
"Leave me alone, Josh."
"Get out."
I want to.
I don't love him.
I hate him.
I hate him.
Pack.
Walk out.
Wipe the tears.
No home.
No Josh.
No kisses.
No love.
No alcohol.
No hitting.
No yelling.
No red.
I may be alone, but I am free.
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