The story behind an angel

Maybe i should....

When I wake I found myself in my bed with no cloths on... 'at least he put you in bed' (' yeah but that doesn't change anything!!!') 'guys clam down okay, I'm fine.' It wasn't a lie but it wasn't the truth either, I'd gotten so use to waking up with a black eye and no cloths that it had almost become natural to me, I didn't think anything of it and honestly wasn't going to thing anything of it. So I do what I normally do, get up, look in the mirror at my reflection to fix this back eye and other buries I get from the beating and put on the best covering clothing I can find. 'He's at work so I-we should be fine, better start working before he gets home again' 'it shouldn't be your job!!' ('Yeah you should be able to do your own thing') I shut the thoughts out and put some music on as I plug earphones into my ears, I put the volume on full blast and start with my work.

An hour later and I finally noticed what that noes was. It is me humming the songs I'm listening to as I clean the giant two story house. One Speke of dirt or dust and I'm punished, that is what happened last night...right? I wish things where different, back to the way it was when we first started dating, so happy, so loving, so...alive, god this relationship is dead, it died a long, long time ago, but anyway I should get on to cooking dinner for him wouldn't want to be punished again.....

                                                                                      (Another time skip)

Dinners hot and ready on the neatly set table and I use the extra time to double check the house, once I'm certain the house is cleaner then clean I get the box under our bed, unlock it and get my writing book and pen out, carefully and gently, open it slowly and start writing, adding on to my story in careful written words, re-reading it to make sure it makes sense. As I write, I found myself mouthing the words before I write them down, a little habit I've picked up on ever since we stopped talking. This is just my life, I'm not aloud to go anywhere, see anyone and I honestly think I've forgotten how to talk to other people other my therapist and best friend, Trivia, she's a gorgeous person inside and out, I wish I could see her again but he won't even let me do that as he sees her as a 'bad influence' on me but I believe she's the opposite, she's kind, funny and overall the best person in the world, I miss her so much......('run away! Go see her! She'll help you!') maybe I should....

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A/N hey again! Special thanks to 'Trivia' or DevilsLilHelper for giving me the confidence to publish this story, Trivia, you're truly an awesome person!