Heartbreak On A Full Moon

Lights Out

It all began with trusting him. As he said, "You can trust me, I'll stand by you at a times". And a fool is what I am for trusting him. I was a fool in love and probably still am.
He promised me the beginnings and the endings,  which were never fulfilled. He told me that he'd stand my by side at all times but that was all a white lie.

"Baby let me love you and let me be by your side at all times. I'm never going to leave your site. DEATH DO US APART." Those where all of his promises he made to me every single time he'd fuck up with me. He played me like I was his toy; and I let him be in control.

It was all lights out for me. I had no power at all. It was all dark. Trapped in love that I thought was forever loving but I was mistaken. I let him make me a fool that I was not. I let him be the pillar of my strengths. I let him into my heart. And instead of making it better like he said from our vows; he broke it even more like a shattered glass.

I cried helplessly day and night waiting for a comfort of shoulder to be my headrest. I waited for a warm loving chest that would be my soft pillow. But most of all I waited for a hand that would wipe of the tears on my face. I waited and waited but none of those things showed up. I was all alone in a dark corner, no light at all. I was left to be broken even more by the man I used to call my husband and still do call him "my loving husband". The act that I put on to make him happy. What an idiot am I?

Everything he instructs me to do, I have to do it otherwise I will be punished for not doing it.
I feared my life every single day, wondering if one day I will come out alive. I was turned into a punching bag, I was slapped, fisted, kicked and pushed around. Nothing that I did seemed right in the eyes of my monstrous husband. Everything was wrong and had to be his fucken way. (Sorry I just had to curse).
I was like a machine, take orders and don't ask questions.

Being his punching bag was the only proactive thing I did. I had no control, none at all. Most of the days, I'd be conscious and he wouldn't even give a damn about me. He'd call up a private doctor that would come and access me. I'd wonder, why keep me alive when I'm no use to you at all. But I got no answers as I couldn't ask. Did he just keep me to be his punching bag or was he afraid of what people will say or do once they found out what really caused my death?

I'd be in pain every single day. From broken ribs to broken bones; from a cracked skull to a swollen tumour; that all I had to in counter. I became depressed, wanting to commit suicide but he always seemed to find me in time as I was watched like a halk.
And anyways I couldn't commit suicide without saying goodbye to the wonderful woman that gave birth to me. That hurt me deep inside more that his fists, punches and kicks.

(This is my first time so I decided to publish a short chapter just to start it of and get it up and going. Please don't forget to like and comment. More chapters coming. )