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John POV

I get home I see Charles on the couch, I see Charles next to a lot of beer bottles next to him Charles is also asleep so I put down my bag and started to clean up the beer bottles, I go over to the coffee table when I felt a sharp pain over my head I turn around to see Charles holding the broken end of the bottle he cracked on my head I touch my head and looked at my hand and saw blood, Charles gets up and towers over me angrily "Why did you come home so late!?" he yelled, I responded shakily "I was working late" Charles thought I was lying to him so he got angry at me and grabbed my hair and drags me upstairs I screamed for help and I tried to get away he pulls me into our room and....I don't want to talk about it....after that Charles left to go to the bar...he left me...naked...shaking...and crying on the floor....

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