My saviour (discontinued)

Chapter one

I woke up to a loud bang, the door slammed, already I know that it's him, he's back. Your probably wondering why I'm living with my boyfriend at the age of 17, the truth is the first year with him was a dream come true, so when he asked me to move in with him I willingly went with him, a few months after living with him he came more possessive, it started with me not being able to have any friends that were boys, to controlling what clothes I wore, I thought nothing of it because he just said he's trying to protect me and that he doesn't want to see me hurt. How naive of me for believing his bullshit.
"Jessica! Get down here!" He called my name.
"Coming.." I replied
I walked down the stairs hesitantly. He was leaning against the kitchen wall with a bottle of Stella in his hand.
"Why haven't you washed the laundry?" He said
"I-I'm sorry nick, I'll do it now"
He looked at me, his eyes full of rage, and stormed towards me. I backed up as much as I could until I hit the wall behind me. He grabbed my wrist tightly and slammed it against the wall, I turned my head away from him, but that just made him angrier..
"Look at me...I said look at me!" He commanded with saliva spitting at me as he spoke.
I flinched and turned my head to him.
"Good girl" he said
"Now, this wont happen again..will it?" he questioned agressively.
"N-no nick, I'm sorry I'll do it right away"
His grip loosened until finally he let go and walked away.
I sobbed while looking at my now bruised wrist.
I finished the laundry and made my way upstairs.
It's 2 in the morning I should get some sleep I've got school at 7am.