I'm Okay

My lawfully wedded

"You're nothing but a useless whore. The only thing you're good for is serving me," my boyfriend spits at me.

I simply nod, not having the strength anymore to fight back. I feel his foot connecting with my side as he knocks the air out of me.

I curl up, gasping for air. Hot tears stream down my face as I try to get enough air into my lungs to plead for him to stop.

This goes on for what seems like hours as I get weaker and weaker.

He eventually stops as I beg and plead on my knees for him to stop hurting me. He smirks down at me and I feel my heart aching.

He's not even fucking drunk. He's never been this bad sober. He doesn't even have a damn excuse. He treats me like I'm his stress toy and I'm sick of it. I don't love him. I don't want to live with him. I don't want to get married to him. I want to escape. I want... Alex?

The thought of him pops into my mind and I smile sadly. He was my first love. I remember how his face used to light up every time I told him he was beautiful. And he was. His adorable smile. His cute little laugh. How passionate he was. I loved him so much. I remember promising him that I'd love him until I die and I intend to keep that promise.

But he's moved on. He's married to James Reynolds. They're probably off somewhere. On some nice date. Telling each other how much they love each other.

That's all I want. Someone who loves me. Not this disgusting asshole I call a boyfriend.

I snap out of my thoughts only to find I'm all alone and can barely move. I'm covered in blood and bruises. Every part of me hurts.

"Ch-charles...?" I manage to get out weakly.

He groans and walks back in.

"What is it?" He grumbles.

"I think I need to go to the hospital..." I mumble, afraid this will set him off.

He thinks for a bit before conceding and nodding.

He picks me up rather roughly, his hands digging into bruises on my side. I try to hide my winces before he carries me to the car.

"If they ask what happened, some guys jumped you while you were walking home. You tell them what really happened and I swear to god I'll kill you."

I nod fearfully, gripping onto the armrests.

He reaches over and caresses my cheek. It takes all my willpower to keep from jerking away.

"I'm really sorry, baby. You know how stressed I get." He murmurs, not taking his eyes off the road.

I nod, tears filling my eyes.

"Of course, Charley. It's really okay. It's what I'm here for. Making you feel better." I smile softly.

He grins and pecks my cheek. I take his hand and kiss his knuckles, closing my eyes and pretending I'm back in high school with my Alex, his beautiful smile lighting up my life.

(515 words of sadness)
(Published July 28)

Aight so hammy and Tommy are gonna meet at the hospital and there's gonna be happiness soon, I promise.