Who says words don't hurt

my alarm went off, I snuggled back under my duvet, I felt safe there. But then again No where in this house was safe.

    A few moments later I heard him scream up the stairs

'Saja get your lazy ass out of bed!!' I went and got my black corset and pulled it on I had to or else he would do something.

  I wondered into the bathroom  and stared deep into the mirror which hung just above the sink. I knew I couldn't keep this secret anymore..

I sighed and put a thick pastey blob of foubdation across my face, I had to make sure I covered it up... I carefully brushed my long black curly hair into two tight bunches

    Slowly I wondered down the stairs.. The smell of whisky filled the air, I made my way to the kitchen. I knew what I was going to see, I'd seen it bedfore and it wasn't going to be nice.

    I opend the door to find him standing there. I turned away avoiding any eye contact.. He edegd his way closer to me and he put his strong arms around my waist. How? How can he one minute make me feel so terrible and worthless and the next make me feel so perfect.

     A tear rolled down my face, I didn't want to do this anymore.

'Hey beautiful dont cry, you know I didn't mean what I did.' He said

'You still did it though!!' I whispered my voice going into a high peek.

       I saw the way he looked at me... There was an evil, dirty,  yet intreeging glint in his eyes..

'How about we take this upstair?' He whispered seductively in my ear whilst nibberling at my neck..

       I didnt want to!!! But I had no choice, if I said no he would just add to my scars..

   Slowly I took a deep breath to re-assure myself,

'Yeah that sounds fun...' I said moving close onto him..