My head is throbbing as I roll out of my bed, nearly hitting the floor. I grab onto my nightstand and brace myself as I try to stand up. As I walk forward I grab onto my dresser for support, as I make my way to the mirror. I stand in front of the mirror and stare at the throbbing bump, on my tan skin. As I put my hand on it, I begin to flashback to the disarray of last night. 'Justin, stop! Please!' "why should I, you have it coming." he throws me on the bed and smacks me across my face. Dissatisfied from my reaction he keeps hitting me, until I yell out a vulnerable yelp. "I missed you baby girl, did you miss me?" I said nothing. "I said did you miss me?!" he says as he yanks my dark brown ponytail forward. 'Yes' "Yes what?!" 'Yes...daddy.' "Mhm that's what I like to hear." He says with a sick chuckle. He runs his hand over my face, while nuzzling my burning red cheek. He starts to viciously kiss my lips then makes his way to my neck. He starts tugging on the zipper of my washed out pink daisy dukes. He pulls them off with his teeth along with my panties. He bites powerfully on my clit, I yelp again. I feel him smile, he has a fetish for that kind of thing. A fetish for my pain, he unbuckles his jeans. He puts his penis inside of me, I feel it instantly harden. I let out a moan it was quite but loud enough for him to hear. Which was a mistake, he got insane pleasure from that moan and started going harder. It didnt take him long to finish, and we in did he left with his gooey trace still inside me. But that was yesterday, and this is today. A new day for Justin to change, this could be the day. I grab my foundation and try to blend the bruise the best I could. I never wore makeup until the day Justin changed. I dont know why he changed, he wasn't always like this. He was like the dream boy everyone pictured him as. Then one day, one little day everything changed. If he could go from being perfect to this, he's able to go back to his old ways. He will, like they say "everything has to get worst before it can get better."' I forage through my closet for my Hayford high sweatpants. Hayford was the high school I go to in Tennessee. I ironed the dark blue pants and around the blue jay decal. Then I ironed my light grey v-neck. I put my clothes on and put my hair in a fishtail braid. I just didn't feel like trying today, today was going to be my day of relaxation; hopefully. 'never knew love would hurt this fucking bad, worst pain that I ever had.' the ringtone to my gold plated iPhone played heart attack, by Trey Songz. Boy was that man sexy, it was Cynthia, my best friend. She was one of the few people that knew about what Justin was doing. Hey turd! I jokingly say, we talk for about 45 minutes. Until I hear the front door downstairs barge open. "Sienna, I don't smell my omelette, why don't I smell my omelette?!" It's Justin, "shit Cynthia I have to go!" I hear her shout something but hung up before I could make out what it was. I hurry down the stairs, but before I could even get half way down, Justin beats me there. "Justin I can explain, I lost tra-." He slaps me across my face so hard I fall to my knees, and roll down the wooded stairs. "Get up and go make my damn omelette." he says peeved and walks upstairs. I hear the bathroom door slam shut. I pull myself up by the banister and I limp into the kitchen. I search for the frying pan and set it on the stove. I add the components, I hear Justin holler from the top of the stairs. I go see what he wants, carelessly leaving the omelette to cook unattendly. "Yes hun?" I say letting bygones be bygones. "Wheres my tuxedo I asked for you to pick up from the tailor?" "Oh I'm sorry I didn't pick it up yet I'll do it after." The smoke detector goes off, we rush down the steps. The omelette burned, "You go for nothing tramp, can you not do anything right. How stupid can you be?!" he says as he dumps the omelette in the trash and flings the hot frying pan across my face. I lean over the kitchen sink, my hands just covering my face. Too in shock to move, I didn't even think of all things Justin would do that. I was starting to doubt this relationship but went back to the quote. Everything has to get worst before it can get better.
