(Your boyfriend)

Your boyfriend Samir…he’s very…abusive. he calls you bad names, and hits you when you don’t listen—or just when he wants to.

And today, you got in trouble by him because you were telling him that your annoyed by him. And you knew he was always like this, but you tried to reason with him.

He stood, brushing his palms against his jeans, and glanced around the bathroom. “Now clean it up—clean all this shit up.” He demanded.

You nodded slowly, your voice quiet yet terrified. “Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl.” he kissed your forehead almost tenderly, like the man you fell inlove with before all the Madness.

He walked away, humming quietly to himself if nothing happened.

Once the glass shards and porcelain were swept into a pile, you stood, hands trembling as you reached for a rag. That’s when yo eyes caught your reflection in the cracked mirror.

Your breath hitched.

You had swelling on your cheek bone and a bruise that darkened, lip was split, bloody nose, rimmed eyes and messy straightened hair—you thought didn’t look like yourself anymore.