I had woken up about an hour later and decided that I should start to unpack just in case he comes in I don't want him mad at me. I had taken the boxes of shoes and clothes, thank god he had cleaned out most of the closet. After two hours of the closet, I had to start on my makeup and bathroom stuff, which had only taken about thirty minutes, I was so close to being done! I had one box left and it was just my every night stuff for my night stand and crap like that. As soon as I was done, I decided to get my phone back out and go through my Instagram. He had come in around six and said I can leave, I was so happy. So I went downstairs and made myself a salad that did not sit well with him.
"What in the hell are you doing!?"
"Making myself a salad, what’s the big problem?"
"A wife makes her and her husband a meal!"
"Well I am happy that we aren't married, go make a sandwich I’m going eat this, shower and go to bed. Night!"
"Are you joking me? You will learn!"
He grabbed me and carried me to our room, I was eating my salad to piss him off more, he threw me on the bed. He went into a drawer and had taken a paddle out. He came over and hit my ass so hard that I was bleeding.
He left so I went into the shower and washed the tears and pain off of me. I came out, braided my hair, brushed my teeth and put lotion on. I found my SpongeBob shorts and my black tank, I threw those on and went to sleep. At around 10:30 he came in and crawled into bed with me, he wrapped his arms around me and I just went back to sleep.
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marring a mobster
Teen FictionThe life of a girl in a mobster family isn't all fun and games. This is a girl who's father had gotten into some trouble and she has to give up everything to get him out of it. But will she make it out alive?
