☆ oh how I love you ☆

⭐Chapter Two⭐

TW:  STRONG ABUSE THROUGHOUT CHAPTER AND GRAPHIC VIOLENCE. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION 

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Daisy's life had been the same for the last 2 years. Wake up an hour before Max to take advantage of the peace and quiet before he woke from his hangover fuelled slumber. In that hour, she was able to get the house cleaned just the way he liked it because she knew the consequences if it was any other way. By the time he stumbled into the kitchen she had made coffee and breakfast, and made sure it was cooked to perfection. She didn't want to give him something to complain about as her head was still hurting from last night.

"Morning babe, how are you feeling?" She smiled at him, trying not to look as scared as she felt.

She only earned a grunt as a response.

"O-Okay, well here's your breakfast, I can get you some painkillers in a minute. Do you feel like going on a date night tonight? I have a beautiful new dress I bought, it'll look amazing."

"Who gave you permission to spend any money? Because I sure didn't." He snarled, anger flashing behind his eyes.

"I thought it'd be a nice surprise, I-I know you like me looking good when we go out. You always say you're only proud to be my boyfriend when I m-make an effort." Fear filled Daisy almost immediately, knowing she'd messed up. 

Max slammed his fist on the table, the noise making Daisy flinch. "I didn't know I had a dumb bitch for a girlfriend, I thought you would have learned by now to not touch my GODDAMN MONEY!" 

Daisy whimpered, holding her hands out in front of her to try and protect herself from the blow that was coming. Max was stronger though, punching her square in the face and chest over and over again. As she was pummelled into the ground, the world soon faded to black as consciousness escaped her. The last thing she heard was "This will teach you, you useless piece of shit.", coming from the man she thought she'd marry one day. It was useless asking him to stop, as he'd never listen. His "episodes", as she'd call them, were terrifying at the best of times. She had asked him to see a therapist, or a professional at least, to try and figure out what's wrong with him, but she stopped as bringing up the subject would no doubt start an episode whether she asked him gently or not. 

Daisy was reaching her breaking point. She knew she was a victim of a terrible, terrible problem, but being self aware didn't make it any easier to break up with him. He was entirely dependent on her, but treated her like the scum of the earth. She felt sympathy for him as she justified it as something he couldn't control, but in the back of her head she knew she needed to escape.

The worst episode he ever had started with a singular dirty teaspoon. All she remembered was him getting extremely angry and then her memory got hazy. She never remembered much, but she definitely remembered waking up to at least 5 cuts on her chest and an unforgettable amount of pain.

"Babe, it's just a teaspoon, I promise I didn't mean to leave it there."

"Just a teaspoon. JUST A TEASPOON?! YOU THINK IT'S JUST A TEASPOON?!"

"MAX PLEASE! I'LL CLEAN IT RIGHT NOW! I'M SORRY!"

"You will be sorry you WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!!"

Max held a small flick knife between his knuckles, prepared to stab her. She was a useless girlfriend. Cleaning was what she was supposed to do, so why hadn't she done it right? She was so fucking stupid and a lesson needed to be learnt. His fist flew towards her chest, knife burying into her skin. 

She gasped, a sharp pain engulfing her. 

He punched her again. And again. And again, until all his anger was released. Her screaming was what pulled him out of his thoughts. Suddenly he sprung into action, grabbing towels to put pressure on her wounds in a daze. As dumb as she was, he didn't want a murder trial on his hands. The blood soon stopped flowing, but he held the towels there for longer to make sure. She had passed out, but there was no way he was taking her to a hospital, he didn't want anyone to find out what he'd done. As he grabbed bandages to wrap her up, he was thinking of how to explain the cuts to her. He had come up with a believable story and then took her to bed so she could rest.

As Daisy came round from the event that morning, she groaned as her head throbbed incessantly. She was on her bed, as she always was when she had fallen victim to an exceptionally bad episode. She could hear the TV blaring downstairs, so she knew he wasn't paying much attention to her. She grabbed her phone, calling her friend Madi. She whispered into the phone, trying not to draw attention to herself.

"Hey Madi? Can you come and pick me up?"

"I'm on my way."