"Another day in hell." She thought to herself as she slowly tried to prop herself up in bed. With each movement, it felt like her body was going to break. A shot of pain here, and then one there. "When is this going to end?" Her mind racing, " I can't take this much longer, I just want to die."
Slowly her feet were finally touching the soft green carpet. Oh it felt so good! Trying to stand, her knees shaking, her body aching with every sudden movement, she quickly forgot how good the carpet felt against her bare feet.
Making her way across the quiet room, she realized how peaceful it really was when he wasn't there. Flipping the switch in the bathroom, she squinted her brown eyes, the light was always so bright. The tile cold against her feet was refreshing, yet she still was on the lookout for spiders. Those damn things scared the crap out of her.
Turning the water on, she put her hand under the flowing water, waiting for just the right temperature. Stepping into the tub was a chore, her body shooting random pains everywhere. Ah, the water felt amazingly good against her soft skin. She closed her eyes and let the water flow over her naked body.
Grabbing her favorite shampoo, she lathered her long wavy hair. The scent of flowers lingering in the steamy air. It hurt to raise her arms, but she ignored the pain, and instead enjoyed the warmth of the shower. After finishing up with her daily routine, she turned off the water and pushed back the shower curtain.
The room was filled with steam, making it hard to breathe. She grabbed the curtain rod and took a few deep breaths. One, two, three she counted in her head, feeling her chest move up and down with each breath.
Feeling better she grabbed her towel and slowly rubbed her wet body down. Cringing with pain once again, she wrapped the towel around her body and stepped out of the warm bathroom.
Walking toward the bedroom, her feet left little foot prints on the hard wood floor. Brrrr it's cold she thought to herself, as she quickened her pace.
Turning on the light in the closet, she glanced at her side and let a frown cross her face. She didn't have much, and most of it was worn and tattered. She reached for her favorite shirt, just as she heard the front door slam.
"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck," she heard her boyfriend scream, "Where are you? I had a crappy day, and I want a fucking beer." She cringed as she heard his voice, it was not going to be a good night.
As he entered the room, she quickly tried to throw on her shirt. She didn't want him to squeeze her chest like he always did. Storming in he yelled, "What the fuck?! I thought I told you not to get water on the floor, you dumb bitch."
Quickly she apologized, trying to lessen the argument, and yelling. Pushing her aside, he grabbed her towel hanging on the door knob, and muttered, "Clean it up now!"
Bending over to clean the footprints, she held back her tears. She wanted to scream, pound her fists on his chest, and just let it all out. That wouldn't happen though, she was much to scared of him.
