P.o.s
Soaking wet, I put on your shirt to cover my body. I walked right past you, I thought you saw me. I slipped past your room. Into the kitchen. I grabbed my clothes out of the dryer everyone was gone,
something you had soposivily failed to mention.
I came back into your room. Your face looked mad. As if I did something wrong. I called your name twice to get your attention.
You threw me down on the bed.
My clothes hit the floor.
For some odd reason.
You called me a *****
My face in the pillow you grabbed my hair. Your shirt I was wearing was starting to tear.
I could barely breath at the time, but you didn't care.
My nearly naked body trembling with fear, you entered my body, inside my rear.
I screamed as loud as I could. You were hurting me, but to you it felt good.
Scratches down my back. I was being attacked, by someone I thought would never hurt me, someone I thought I could trust.
Harder and harder you started to ****** hurting deeper and deeper. I finally gave up. I couldn't scream any longer. My body weaker, your body stronger.
I ran out breath, screaming half to death. You finally stopped. I layed there crying, my body bleeding a bit, you had stopped but I felt you didn't quit.
You left me curled in a ball. I tried hard to sit up but each time I'd just fall.
You left me to go somewhere else. Took my phone and yours two. I was scared, I was lonely I didn't know what to do...
Months down the road, this never being brought up in conversation.
I meet up with you, Being stupid. Nothing could fix our "love" not even cupid.
I tried to forgive you for what I couldn't forget...
That's the day I figured out that I had lost our child. The day you beat me the day you I finally realized you were just a PEICE OF ****
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 9:59 PM UTC