This wasn't what Marvin asked for. This really wasn't what he thought having a baby would be like.

And this just made his anger issues and disgusting, abusive behaviour practically ten times worse. He had to juggle one job, being a student in college, and now bring a father to a kid that he didn't even want.

It was unfair of him to do what he did, he wasn't stupid, he knew that.

But he didn't care. Marvin had made his wife, Trina, drop out of college to take care of their baby full time, while he got to finish his degree in metrology.

He was twenty two. Marvin slept with Trina without protection, and then they ended up with a son and a shotgun wedding. It was bullshit, Marvin thought. Bullshit.

He constantly beat Trina after she gave birth. Sometimes up to four times a week, he would leave marks, bruises, cuts, even getting blood on her at points.

And the worst thing? People knew. People knew exactly what he was doing to his wife, his wife who had recently dropped out of college and just had their baby three weeks ago, they knew that he was abusing her.

Marvin was in the kitchen of his and Trina's two-bedroom apartment, smoking a cigarette while she tended to their baby.

He was honestly so frustrated. He had a few tests in college that he had to get done the next morning, and it was stressing him out.

Marvin wiped the kitchen counter, it still had dried blood on it from him giving Trina a nose bleed in the afternoon.

He took a long, deek drag from his cigarette. He could still hear the baby's wailing through the thin walls.

As Trina walked into the kitchen, holding the baby, he sighed and let out a plume of smoke from his mouth. He folded his arms, his cigarette in-between his fingers.

"I swear to God," he hissed out, giving her a judgemental glare. "You get any closer and I'll give the baby a cigarette burn, don't fucking test me right now. Get him to stop crying and then go to bed. You're lucky that I'm in a good mood." he finished, staring at her as if he expected Trina's instant obedience.