The Domestic Violence
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Last published Sat, Feb 6, 2016
"Please stop!" I begged but it seems he doesn't hear me he just keep on hitting me everywhere he likes. He pushed me, I slammed my head into the wall and I feel liquid on my temple. "Please stop it Brandon, I won't do it again I promise!" I pleaded as he chuckled. "I like it when your begging it makes you more like an idiot" He laughed. I just cried my heart just crushed into small pieces that you cannot even pick it.He continue hitting then he stop and grab my hair. He turned my head to face him. "Why are you even crying? Are you still not use to my beating? huh, slut?" I am so afraid right now that I can't even speak and I feel dizzy. "ANSWER ME!! YOU BITCH!!" then he slap me. I did not answer. "You know what? I will ruin you just like how you ruined my relationship with her. Remember this bitch, I will fucking kill you if you will let other man touch you or talk to you again. YOU.ARE.MINE! You understand?! ANSWER!!" he yelled. "Ye..yess" I stuttered. And then he kiss me violently that I could not even breath. I tried to resist, I fought him but he is just too damn strong. Then he force himself to me and I feel dirty and a whore just like what he used to say.
How far she can go to endure the pain? Will she stay forever and fix his broken heart or she will be tired of waiting for him to love her and leave?
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