“Why don't you just die? No one would miss you.”
Do you think she doesn’t try every day to wash the dirt, covering her body, away? Feeling violated and scared. No matter how hard she scrubs, that feeling is still lingering on her. The numerous scars covering her body like paint to a canvas. She’s so… ugly!
"Don't ever leave me because or I'll hunt you down." Drew hissed.
"I-I won't..." Lucy whimpered.
"Good. I love you." Drew said but had evil in his eyes.
"Okay." Lucy just sat there. Emotionless.
"You *****! You're supposed to say I love you too! You're so stupid!" Drew picked her up by her throat and chucked her into the wall.
"I-I'm sorry. I-I love you too.." Lucy cried out, holding her face.
"Good. Now I'm going drinking. I might be home late tonight." Lucy knew what he meant by that. She knew he ******* women every day. It didn't surprise her.
"Of course you will."