May 28, 2018
I turned onto Rudland Blvd, quickly finding the small blue home from before. I walk to the door with only a small sized pizza in my hand. I knock, with slightly more confidence than the time before. This time, the girl answers, but it takes her a while.
Her eyes were red and glassy, as if she had been crying for hours. Her lip was bleeding slightly. Bruises covered her arms like sleeves.
"Hi, miss, it'll be 10.78," I nearly choke on my words, my heart hurting from her own pain. She hands me a ten and a few ones. I give her the pizza.
"Are you okay,ma'am?"
"Yes, I'm fine," she flashed a weak smile.
"Amanda, you fat fucking Bitch! You're always ordering food! Get your dumb ass over here and bring me the remote!" The stern voice matched the man from before. One last tear rolled down her cheek at his degrading words.
"Have a good day," I say quietly, before she shuts the door.
"You too," she nearly whimpers.
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*Delivery Boy*
RomanceShort story about a girl who is in an abusive relationship and finds her way out of it by continuously ordering pizza.
