Salma pov
The beating again. Everyday I'm asking myself what did I do to deserve that? Why was God punishing me?
He came back home around 5 pm. Like always I have to great him with a smile and a kiss even though it repulsed me. When he passe through the door I knew that I was in for a hell of a beating.
"Where were you today?" He asked.
"I've gone to the grocery because I've needed a few things to make dinner," I replied head hung low.
I didn't see it coming. My cheek stung from the impact. He slapped me.
"Don't lie to me you little b*tch!!! They saw you *slap* with *slap* that *slap* guy *slap*. And you dare to lie in my face *punch*," he yelled.
I didn't look at him. I was laying on the floor from all the beating's impact. He didn't stop there even though I was begging him to stop because it wasn't the truth. I took blow after blow, kick in my ribcage, everything. I couldn't move after that. I was laying in my own blood and tears. I passed out on the floor unconscious. I woke up 5 hours later to an absolute silence. I look at the clock and it's reading 11:30 pm. I stood up to go and clean myself. I couldn't stare at my reflection. I was ashamed that I've let that happen to me. All the physical and mental abuse. I've gone in my bedroom and lay on my bed.
In the morning I've found a stuffed animal with a heart written on it "sorry I love you". Yeah like I was going to believe that. I have to go, quit this place and never come back. I sprint in "our" bedroom, rummage through his things and found a large black hoodie. I took a backpack put my phone some photos all my papers like passeport ID cart and I quit this hell hole I was calling "home".
I was walking fast. Trying to escape this life, this man well more like this beast.
Outside I was like coming back to life after a long sleep. I've became someone who I promise myself to never be, the one who doesn't see how everything in her relationship is wrong but I was blinded by this so called "love" emotion. Such a strong feeling but such a disappointing too.
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Beaten
General FictionGoing through each passing day without hating people and fate. How can someone be so horrible so inhuman? This is my story. My name is Salma and I'm going to tell you a dark secret that I've kept because of shame. To all the women around the world...