Unhealthy

The small house is filled with the stench of alcohol and drugs. Piles of glass shards are spread throughout the area. My hair is tangled, resembling to a birds nest. As tears stream down my face, my boyfriend yells as he smacks my head every 3-5 seconds.
I yell back, my voice cracking every now and then. My heart has been broken a long time ago, but the remaining pieces is still intact yet slowly rotting. I push him back and try to go out the door.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?"he screams at me.
"Away from you!"my raspy voice yells.
"Fine, go, you always come back anyway,"I hear him mutter, and I let out a small sob because I know he's right.