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Day 11: Cruel

Maybe if he hadn't pressed it wouldn't have been hidden. Others would've seen his cruelty, masked so easily. Others would be able to help him leave, to get out the poor predicament that he's in, but he's unable. He knew it was toxic, but he was terrified, scared of the consequences if he told anyone.
      It wasn't until one last night that his boyfriend had come home drunk, that he'd completely thought about it. He could do it, likely, without getting caught. He would have help, he would be able to leave. He kept to those thoughts even as his boyfriend abused him, even as things just tended to float by in the haze of pain.
      The second time he thought about it was when his boyfriend was overprotective, very overprotective. He checked every text and conversation he had, making sure it was okay to send off. He disliked it, wanting a normal conversation with his friends again.
       The third, and final time, he thought about leaving was when he was home late from a party. Only slightly tipsy, he walked into his quiet apartment, glancing at the clock. It was a few hours beyond his curfew, leaving him to flop ungracefully onto the couch. He hoped his boyfriend was asleep, but that hope is short lived when there was suddenly a hand in his hair, yanking him up painfully.
     "Where were you?" Came the venomous voice, a glare set to his own face.
     He couldn't focus, not through the haze of pain or the haze of the alcohol that was slowly starting to kick in more and more. "Out. Party. I told you." He slurred, grinning at his boyfriend drunkily.
      "Why did you come home so late?" His boyfriend hissed, his grip in his hair tightening, causing the drunk to cry out in pain.
       "Because I don't like it here," He muttered honestly. "I don't like you anymore. My friends are better."
       That set him off, letting go of his hair and kicking his stomach when he fell without the support. "No one will love you, you know? You were lucky to have me, but I don't like you either. I never did."
       He cried out again at the pain, scrambling to get up only to be knocked back down again and again and again...
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X3 heres day 11! There's a lot being worked on now (my friends wanted to help/try it out too so they picked days to do! Be prepared!)