Send someone to love me, I need to rest in arms, Keep me safe from harm, In pouring rain
Please take cation reading this. It does deal with abuse.
Date: 4/26
Ally exciting day had ended with her sitting on the floor of her hotel room, her face berried her in knees. Her arms were covered in pink marks that she knew would soon turn black and blue as time went on. She had a slight red mark on her face that she hopped wouldn’t bruise. Ally knew that she wouldn’t be able to cover it up if it turned into a bruise. There would be no lying and saying that she and her brother had rough housed a bit to hard.
It wasn’t the first time that Ally had ended up like this and she knew that it wouldn’t be the last. The abuse had been on going for about three months and she had no hope that it would end anytime soon. If she was being honest, she felt like it was her fault. She felt like she had done something wrong to make him start hitting her. Ally had messed up in some way and now she was paying for it. Just like when she was a little kid. She had done something wrong and had been taught that it was bad.
To her, this was no different. It meant that Troy loved her, right? Every time he would get mad and do something, he’d use the same line her parents did. This is for your own good. I love you. It was always the same thing. Nothing ever changed except how long. He’d never try and hurt her in places that would be visible like her face and neck. He’d always aim for her stomach, or her arms, or her legs because they were easier to cover up. She could always wear jeans and jackets.
Ally sighed as she broke away from her thoughts and stood up. She slipped off the blanket she’d pulled around herself and then moved her way to the suite cases. She rummaged through them and pulled out a pair of sweat pants, one of the many hoodies she’d acquired, and a tank top. She knew that Troy wouldn’t mind, that was one of the few things he didn’t get mad about. She walked into the bathroom and set the clothes down on the sink. She turned to the full length mirror and took a deep breath, her fingers curling around her shit hem.
She pulled it up and sucked in a breath. Ally had thought the red marks on her arms were bad, now they seemed small. A large bruise covered most of the middle part of her abandonment. She closed her eyes as her fingers brushed the quickly darkening, sour spot. Ally sucked in a breath and opened her eyes, her hands quickly moving to her clothes. She ignored the rest of the bruises as she slipped on the clothes and washed her face.
Ally went to turn away when her eyes froze on the red spot that was darkening on her face. She could already see that it wouldn’t be a major bruise but, it would be hard to cover up. She looked at her counter and quickly applied the necessary makeup. After she was done she looked at her face again. It looked like she just hadn’t removed the makeup from the awards show yet. Perfect. She thought as she walked to the bathroom door and slipped on her slippers. She walked out the room and started to make her way to Normani’s.
You’ll never be more than a punching bag.
