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Charlie

I held my face in shock when I felt my husbands hand forcibly come in contact with my face, I could feel the stinging pain as one single tear slowly ran down my cheek. I was just making him breakfast, just a simple eggs and bacon but I guess he didn't seem to like them clearly and the breakfast wasn't even bad.

"Bitch I said pancakes!, but your stupid ass cooked eggs and bacon" he grabbed the plate of food and purposely drooping it on the kitchen floor leaving the breakfast all over to floor along with broken glass.

"I-im sorry you didn't say you wanted pancakes I just thought that I would wake up early to make you breakfast" I was on the verge of crying. This kind if shit happens every day from in the morning to at night, he just gets so angry so easily.

He grabbed my jaw pulling my face closer to him, I looked into his eyes and it felt like I was staring at the devil himself I could feel his grip getting tighter on my jaw to where it was hurting me. "You would've known what I wanted if you had just woke me up"

"You said not to wake you up again or you'll kill me" he unexpectedly grabbed on to my neck backing me up against the wall, squeezing his grip to the point that I was having trouble breathing, I tried to pry his massive hands from my neck but the more I tried to get him off the tighter his grip got I starter gasping, begging for air.

"Don't you ever talking back to me again. All you have to do is do what I say and we wouldn't be in this situation" he whispered in my ear my eyes started to roll at the back of my head. He finally let go of my neck and I fell to the floor coughing, gasping for air. I was holding my neck, my vision was blurry from the tears.

"My pancakes better be done by 12:00pm it's 11:30am now get cookin' hoe" he said before he going upstairs to probably to watch t.v.

I get up from the floor and go the bathroom downstairs to look at my neck, it had a huge bruise and my face had a big red hand mark from when he slapped me.

I'll take care of this later, right now I have to make his before 12 or he'll be mad again.

I walked into the kitchen and started making his pancakes. When I was done I looked at the time it was 11:59am I tried to hurry up but by the time my hand reached the bedroom door handle it was 12:00pm. Fuck.

I opened the door praying that he was asleep or not checking the time. I stood at the door way looking at him as he was on his phone, I could already see the leather belt just waiting for my ass.

"It's twelve o'clock" he sucked his teeth "and I told yo ass to have done by twelve o'clock did I not, huh? Did I not say that" I was shacking with the breakfast still in my hand.

"Yes y-you did say t-that" I studdered

"Ok. then why THE FUCK YOU DIDN'T HAVE IT DONE WHEN I SAID?" I was shacking like a chihuahua, scared out of my mind not knowing what he was going to do to me.

"I-im s-sorry I j-ju--"

"Come over her" I knew as soon as I walked over there I was done for "come on baby you gotta put the food down somewhere, set it right here" he pointed at the night stand the sat next to our bed which he was sitting on the edge of.

I was hesitate, I slowly walked to the night. When I got to the night stand I quickly put the food down and tried to run but he grabbed my wrist.

"SO YOU JUST GONE TRY T--" before he could finish his sentence I bit him on the hand and ran to the to the front door of the house, before I could even attempt to unlock the it I was grabbed by my waist with such force.