today arianna and i got in a fight
no words.
just bruises
i didn't hit her
i didn't touch her
i just wanted to get away.
she didn't let me leave
"come back here, faggot! im not letting you leave knowing you're probably going off with some slut who lives in the streets!", she yelled, anger filling her eyes.
i don't understand what i did
the last thing i remember was her hitting me over and over again.
making bruises all over my body.
leaving blood on the floor.
leaving unwanted marks of hatred on me.
i didn't know this side of her,
i always thought she was nice,
caring,
loving,
never a bad person.
she was drunk, not surprising since she's been drunk the last couple of days she's been home.
"im sorry! i don't know what i did wrong...i love you baby i really do. I'll make it up to you i promise.", I said. I was crying.
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whoops i updated this 3 times today so i had to make it even with this one..idk if that makes sense anyways bye y'all
