Aiven

;)Part One(;

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*Rosella's pov

"I'm not much of a diary writer, but I will succumb to the desire today as I fear something grave is upon us."

I brought a piece of popcorn to my lips.

''An unnerving feeling has intertwined itself between my physical form and the bridge linking me and sanity''

I gulped allowing myself to be drawn into the tension , swallowing the popcorn in the process

"Eric, he-. He's been acting... Strang--"

The sound of the woman's scream echoed throughout my apartment ,terrifying me in the process,this was clear due to my once lovely clean pyjamas ,being covered in salted popcorn. I chuckled softly, i've always been a klutz. Even as a child I always fell over, for example I tripped and scraped my knee this morning, over air! I literally fell over air , how is that even possible?

The sound of banging on the door ripped me from my thoughts.I looked at the door not quite registering what was happening,Until it banged again. This time I reacted . He's home?! How? its not 6 yet! I ran to the charging port on the other side of the room and checked my phone, the screen blinding me in the process ,

6:04

I audibly gasped before scanning the room. The movie was still on and the popcorn had yet to be picked up . I weighed my options quickly, let him in , let him see the food , and let him be mad. Or let him see the room, AND keep him waiting .

Both will result in him being mad, "please god help me" I whispered to no one in particular.

The banging continued.

I ran towards the door and opened it hastily, revealing my boyfriend.He was in pretty good shape, aside for his overgrown stubble , the stained clothes of god knows what, and the beer bottle in his hand.

He was drunk, as per usual.He sleeps in the day and at midnight, he and his friends indulge in alcohol till morning. I on the other hand work till he leaves, and go to work an hour after he comes home " I'm so sorry , I was -" He silenced me by barging his way past me ,"Fucking excuses, slut". I gasped silently, blinking back the tears, this was normal, it wasn't anything new , but it still hurt.

He turned to me,"Lets face it , you were probably whoring around,cause that's all you are, a good for nothing slut!"He chuckled to himself sadistically before turning and heading further into the apartment. I closed the door before following him, if I didn't the punishment would get worse.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!?" I raised my head to look at him, but our eyes didn't meet, I wouldn't dare. He threw his beer bottle at my feet, shards of glass cutting my ankles, I winced in pain. He stalked towards me, , before grabbing my arm hasrhsly, "DO I NEED TO REPEAT MYSELF BITCH?"

I whimpered quietly , tears streaming down my face "Im, sorry. It-it's just that i's m-my b-birthday today so I thought that-" He slapped the left side of my face, and sent my head swinging to the right. "Oh I get it, you assumed that because it was your birthday you could have fun, You don't deserve it bitch,your only purpose is to work and get me money,you know what,get your shit together and go,get the fuck out of my sight! We'll talk about this later!"

I nodded my head , before ducking under his arm and running to my room,the closet. I opened my box full of clothes and threw on my uniform, I grabbed my phone, which thankfully he did not see,and sprinted out of the room, and out of the house. Forgetting about my shoes and coat in the process.