I remember the first time it happened.
It wasn't like the occasional, yet unfortunate experience that everybody has gone through. This was unforgiving and vivid, it felt as real as the screaming that had occurred earlier that evening. Of the crashes of glass shattering. Of the violent footsteps that left our house, slamming the door behind them.
And when it was over, when I had finally escaped, I never knew that it was only just the beginning. As I grasped at my racing heart with my sweaty palms, inhaling shaky breaths to try and gain some composure, I didn't know that I was setting a routine that would go on for years. Didn't know that I would now have a new, overwhelming fear and dread of the night. Nor that it would take over my life, become such a large part of me that it all but consumed my being.
Or maybe it already has.
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Hidden in the Night
RomanceShe couldn't understand her unexplainable draw towards him, towards his rude words and rough edges, someone who couldn't care less about her...or at least she thought. He wasn't sure how there was someone who could affect him that much. Always quie...
