I want it to stop. But th yelling continues without end. He staggers towad me.... Begining my unending doom. I can smell the stench seeping through his lips. As he balls his fists I wait for him to strike-there's no use in an escape.
His fist lands onto my jaw. I'm thown to the near by wall like a little doll. "Come on, get up you piece of shit!" I hear the slur in his hateful words."That's all you are, a worthless slut!" His words hurt the most. They scar the soul rather than the flesh.
I fall to the ground after a few more hits. Then he finds the enjoyment of kicking my sides-I think he likes to watch my body jerk as he kicks. Now he stops. He's about to passout. "It will all be over soon," I say to myself. He stumbles to his hair...it's all over.
The following morning-simillar to the other mornings after-I'm woken up by soft male whispers. " Hey sweetheart, it's time to wake up honey." He is sober. I like this man better. He is charming an his eyes are warm. I gaze into the stranger's face as he smiles back. I hope he stays this time....
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Submission Name: I have no title
