𝑀𝑦 𝐹𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙. ¹

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[Aneka]

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[Aneka]

SMACK!

I fell to the floor as my husband stood over me.

"It's all your fault, stupid ass!" He yells at me.

"I-I'm sorry, dear," I mumbled quietly as I held my cheek, feeling it throbbing and stinging. I went to get up but he pushed me back down.

"Sorry isn't going to take this fucking stain off my shirt, cunt!" He undoes his shirt and throws it at me.

"I'm getting another one and going to work. That shirt better be clean and dinner better be ready when I come back." He heads upstairs. I got up and went to get the stain out. He slammed the front door once he left. I sighed as I sat down at the table and tear up.

What happened to the man I married?

I carried on with my day which was washing clothes, cleaning up around the house, and preparing dinner. When he got home, I could tell he was drunk. He came home late and reeked of liquor.

"Heyy..." he dragged the word as he walked to the kitchen and sat down.

"I-I made your favorite, meatloaf." I make him a plate and put it in front of him. I sit across from him but he just looks at me.

"Who said you can sit at the table? You know your spot." He said and I got down on the floor. He puts some food on the ground and told me to eat.

"I'm n-not hungry," I told him and he just laughs.

"You? Not hungry? Don't make me laugh now." He says, pointing at my body. I looked down at myself and felt insecure.

"You look like a whale and you're saying you're not hungry. EAT!" He shouted at me while pushing my face into the food on the ground.

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