My red high heels

Warning, this text contains bad language, abuse and strong thoughts. Read with caution.

This is a short story, only about 4000 words.

The first hit came as a surprise, it wasn't actually a real hit more of an open hand slap. I stood as frozen in my steps, unable to move or think. His blue eyes as shocked as my green ones, staring and capsizing my gaze. His eyes went from a dark almost black color and switched to lighter as the rage boiling inside him seemed to disappear from his body. Then the realization of what had happen came crashing down on both of us, him falling in my arms begging for forgiveness and promising that it would never ever happen again. And I immediately forgave him, stroking his muscular back truly believing that it never would happen again. I trusted him. I loved him.

Of course it happened again.