Who says words don't hurt

Muscles and pain.

I lead him upstairs, he pushed me onto the bed.I knew I only had to do this for another hour Untill I went to work.

He peeled my clothes off of my body then followed by taking his own off. Why do I put up with this.. I could feel the anger and pain building up in me whilst we rolled across the bed.

I couldn't keep it in anymore, I had to say something...

'Stop!!' I screamed.

'No no no!!!! I've had enough!!'.

I could see him thinking about what to do.. I grabbed my dressing-gown and tied it loosely and walked out of the room.

He followed out after me and grabbed me by the shoulder.

'You know' He said in a dark murmer. 'You just made a big mistake'.

And with that he raised his fist.. For those few moments I didn't feel anything untill that big fist slammed down onto the side of my face.

All the painful memories came rushing back. All the times he said he loved me and didn't mean it, It left me feeling empty and alone.... It felt like a was a child who had just dropped their icecream on the ground. Or as if I had just been told that Christmas had been canceled.

I stared at him, my big brown eyes watering, I couldn't cry. I wouldn't it would give him pleasure to know I was suffering. I just stood there and took it. Blow after blow, hit after hit. I wouldnt fight back.