May 2005
I sat in the shower fully clothed. A razor blade in my hand, slowly making it’s marks across my arm, it makes it’s way to my wrist, I bear down, slowly breaking the skin. CRASH!
The door bursts open, he grabs my wrist so hard I can immediately start to feel it bruise.
SLAP!
His hand sharply strikes my cheek; the pain forces me to drop the blade. Week and only 105 pounds, he picks me up with ease and carries me off to the bedroom.
“If I want you dead I’ll kill you myself” He shouted, as he throws me into the corner were I slept. He quickly kicks me in the ribs so hard that the sound of them cracking fills the room. I curl up holding my ribs sobbing loudly. He grabs my ankles and pulls me straight. His pants already off; he rips off mine as he crawls over me. He forces himself inside me, my body aching with every thrust.
When he was done he quickly tossed me aside and got up and left. Shortly he returns with aspirin and a glass of water, then he kissed my cheek and left the room.
I laid there listening to him bragging to his friends on how he just “got laid.”




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