Love Doesn't Exist

Kyle

He threw me against the wall, holding my hands. I screamed as loud as I could but like always he made me stop by stuffing a sock in my mouth.

Verbal abuse physical abuse everyday and night. It hurt less than the fact that he doesn't love me. Am I trash or just not perfect?.

He told me he loved me three years ago but he doesn't shows it. The terror in my eyes makes him feel satisfied. He smirks.

Fighting is never an option. Fighting will only make it worst. He gets mad if I pull away.

The first time I fought back was the last. My family doesn't know, if they did he would find out and treat me worst. His name is Kyle.

Sweet innocent Kyle. He treated me like a little princess. What did I do wrong to him for him to kick me in my stomach every time my stomach grows a lump.

Kyle does this to me, but like always it's my fault my stomach gets bigger, my feet are sore, I puke, and I sleep several hours a day.

Sex isn't even passionate anymore. It feels more like rape. He forces kisses onto my neck and below. Tears fall down as I sob. He doesn't give a damn as long as he feels good.