My Husband Whom I ... Hate

I come home without a job. Scared for I know as soon as I walk through that door he'll be waiting beer in hand asking, " Did you get the job," of course the answer will be no. Who would want to hire a 23 year old, with bruises up and down her body. No one. As the word no slips from my mouth he steps closer. I flinch, which only upsets him more. He knows why I'm so scared of him. He knows why my bruises are there because he gave them to me. Every night before I go to sleep he asks where I went and if he doesn't like my answer, . . . well.