"Shut up you stupid bitch, Did you really think anyone cared about you." His imposing figure towered over me. I sat their tears streaming down my cheeks. My mascara smudged and lipstick all over my mouth. I felt something warm around my body. Then I...
"Shut up you stupid bitch, Did you really think anyone cared about you." His imposing figure towering over me. I sat their tears streaming down my cheeks. My mascara smudged and lipstick all over my mouth. I felt something warm around my body. Then I saw the deep red liquid, a growing pool of sorrow around me. How could I ever love this man? Why did I believe his lies? He never really loved me? Did he. Another blow to my head. And another than a kick to the ribs. He smashed a chair into pieces taking the broken wooden legs and beating me with them. That's a new move. One more hit and all I feel is nothing. My horrible reality starts to slip away into the darkness of the night.
The Next Morning....
I awoke early like always, if I didn't then I would get another beating. My blood stained shirt clung to my body. My golden locks red with dried blood. I stared at my work outfit.
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Slutty. Degrading. Yup, did I like working their. Not at all. But its the only way to keep food on the table for me and Chad. He loved the outfit for at home but when I go to the bar at work. He gets angry, he claims I'm flirting with men, but I'm not. Thats were most of the beatings come from anyway. Sighing I walk into the bathroom. I look at myself slowly peeling off each article of clothing leaving me in my bra and panties. A lone tear rolls down my emotionless face. Gazing at my body bruised and bloody. He says I'm too fat.I"ll never find anyone to love me. I'm worthless. I'm lucky to have him. Its been 3 years since I met him. I can't leave though he'll find me. He threatend to hurt Ronnie she's the closet thing to family I have. She says I should leave him that she's untochable, but I wont risk it.
"Alexzandria, why is breakfeast not ready," A menacing voice split threw the air. Oh shit. I'm screwed, what do I do? I began to panic? Slowly I walk down the stairs the bruises that decorated my skin not visible anymore, Thank you concelar. I walked down as sexy as I could. I swung my hips. Left. Right. Left. Right. I slowly checked him out. Oh my go he looks, like a devil wrapped up in the skin of a cute nerd.
"Morning, Chad," I say in a sultry voice. He eyed me suspicouly, but thankfully bought the act.
"Hello, my sexy girlfriend," He spoke while harshly gripping my waist. Oh god this is horrible.
"Hon, I have to get to work will you pick me up," I pout. God I feel pathetic.
"Of course Babe," He says with a kiss. I rush out the door and hop on my Harley Davidson. This is one of the only things that bring me happiness along with music. "Black Widow" By Iggy Azalea blasted through the small speakers on the bike.
"Im Gonna Love ya, Until you hate me," I sung out.
"And now I'm gonna show you whats really crazy."
"You shoulda known better, Than to mess with me honey." My bike came to a stop but I continuted to sing,
"I'm gonna love you, I'm gonna love, Gonna love you, Gonna love you."I looked up for this last line and my eyes connected with deep brown ones.
"Like a black widow Baby." I said as I cut off the radio and stepped off my bike. The pair of eyes followed me into the bar. They burned a hole threw me. But I couldn't figure out who they belonged too.
