I walk in and he's standing there. 'Where the hell have you been??' he asks.
'I was at the mall with my friend Kate' I say. He grabs my hair and yanks me to him and says 'yea, bullshit, where were you really??' he yells and throws me against a wall. i fall to the ground and start crying and he grabs my face and says 'answer me!' as tears stream down my face, and as I'm about to speak he slaps me across the face.
And there i am on the ground again thinking 'how? why me? what happened to him?' i always blame it on myself. i keep telling myself that this isn't him, he's really a nice and sweet guy. then i look in the mirror and see the bruises and blood running down my nose. I'm scared all the time and I'm tired of living in a world of fear.
i see him in the kitchen and i confront him. 'you cant treat me like this!! im a person, not your doll to throw around!' i yell at him. His eyes get big and he grabs me by the shirt collar and says 'your mine so i can do whatever the fuck i want to do with you! I cant trust you so you get punished! got it?' he yells and pushes me on the floor. i think to myself that if i dont tell somebody soon things are going to get more dangerous..and possibly deadly.
