Behind Closed Doors

Hi!!!! I know that I have deleted one of my stories but it is for a good reason (I think) I am going to upload a longer version of that story in chapters and if I get some support I will finish it (I hope). So IF you like it please vote, comment or fan or all of the above. And if you DO like it tell all your friends cause what this story is about does happen, it is out there destroying lives, so make your friends and fans aware of this GIANT issue.

Thanks Heaps

Charlotte xox

She walks in the door, slamming it closed behind her.

She is angry.

I have done all my chores, will it be enough?

"Where's my baby boy?" She calls out and Jamie runs to her and jumps into her arms. "How was your day?"

"It was the best, Sammy Jones brought in his dog and..." Jamie launches off into a minutely detailed description of his day.

I stand in the kitchen waiting for her to come in; I know I will make it worse if I hide.

I hear her put Jamie down and his footsteps run off down to his bedroom and he turns his music on loud. She comes in and takes a glass out of the cupboard and fills it with water, not looking at me.

"What have you done this time?" She turns on me and throws the cup on the floor, the glass shattering everywhere. I bend to pick it up and she kicks me in the ribs.

"I asked you a question. Answer me." She yells.

"Nothing?" I wince out, but it sounds more like a question.

"Bull! Why else would you have cleaned the house?"

"Because that is what I do every night." I slowly stand up.

She slaps me hard in the face, "Don't take that tone with me you cow." She pulls my hair and slaps me again.

I try to pull away but it just makes it worse, she pushes me down onto the floor. The broken glass cuts my hands. She pulls out the large rolling pin and starts hitting me on the back with it. I try curling up into a ball, but she just hits harder, all over my body.

I can hear Jamie playing the music in his room, the only sound I can hear.

She doesn't stop hitting me for what feels like forever, but is only a few minutes.

When she stops she walks out. I start to pick up all the glass, careful to get all of it so Jamie doesn't cut himself. After I finish I slowly walk into the bathroom to check the damage.

I have a large, multi-coloured bruise on the left side of my face. My back is covered in large purple blotches, my arms and legs matching. My hands have shards of glass stuck in them.

I pull out the first aid kit and start cleaning myself up.

I will have to wear my turtleneck jumper and jeans tomorrow, and I'll need to try and cover up the bruise on my face with makeup.

When I wake up the next day I have trouble moving, but I know that if I take the day off she will hit me again. I ease myself out of bed and have a shower. The hot water loosens up my muscles.

When I look in the mirror I don't recognise myself.

I pull my turtleneck over my head slowly, wincing a little with the movement. I take my makeup out the cabinet and mask the bruise on my face as best as I can.

When I am ready, I make my way into the kitchen. I cook oats for Jamie and me. She has already left for work.

I wake Jamie up and get him ready.