Phoenix POV.
It's still there. All the bruises and blood. He voice brought back memories of dark rooms and broken bones. What was supposed to be a cute and happy relationship turned ugly. He was half heaven half hell. Everyone asked what was wrong and why I was always hurt. "Oh I'm just clumsy don't worry about it." I said with a smile. Until one night he took it to far. He came home from being out with is friends. He was drunk again. I ran and hid in the closet. He found me. He beat me until I was black and blue. Then the next thing I knew I wss under him. I had been knocked out. And used as an object. But, it's ok he always hurts me. He took everything. My innocence. My smile. My personality. Even my virginity. But he didn't stop there. When I was around him I was a totally different person. I was scared. If I said one wrong word it might me my last hour alive. I never smiled. If I smiled at the wrong person he would hit me with a bat. And God forbid that laugh. He might think I'm laughing at him and bust my lip. His name you ask? Oliver. He was the hottest gjyh in school. And he wanted me. So that's who he got. The star quarterback. Teachers pet. The smartest kid in school wanted me. I was in the dark for 2 years before anyone noticed that I wasn't just "clumsy". People found out when I said something wrong after a basketball game in the parking lot. He turned around and punched me. Many people gathered around. Two highschool boys tackled him. While a boy who didn't go to our school made sure I was ok. When I looked up I saw the light. My light. His name? Charles.
