Tell Yourself it's Never Going to Happen Again

*Sara's POV*
I felt a tear run down my face. I could feel it holding onto dear life on my chin. Not wanting to release it's hold on me. I knew that feeling. The feeling of falling but trying so hard to stay up. I deal with it almost everday. I finally felt the tear release it's hold and fall to the ground. I wanted to join it. I wanted to fall and land on the floor. But I couldn't HE would get mad. I was his proberty and he made damn sure I knew it everyday too. If the forming bruise on my eye was anything to go by. I let outa very inaudible sigh. I knew I had no reason to worry about him coming back, he had left for the night. Probably went to some strip club and was going to go to some cheap and sleazy hotel with a just as sleazy stripper to fuck.

I stood up and held back a groan. He normally didn't kick me, but when I fell, I brought down some expensive vase and it shattered and he kicked me in the ribs. I held my arm against my ribs and wandered into the bathroom. I lifted my shirt up and looked at my stomach. I could see a bruise forming, he must have kicked me hard because the bruise was already an ugly shade of black. I sighed adn dropped my shirt and looked at my eye, that was already swelling and I could see it turning black. Looks like I was going to have to use a lot of make up to cover that shinner. I walked into the kitchen and took a bag of frozen peas out of the fridge and sat down at the table holding the bag to my eye.

He never used to be like this. He used to be kind to me. Used to treat me like a princess, but then one night he came home adn was changed. He had a crazed look in his eye and hit me for trying to talk to him. Everything I did was wrong in his opinion. If i talked, wrong, If I breathed, wrong. If i looked at him, wrong. I learned to just ignore him. And when he talked to me to look the other way. It was a sad life. I lived in fear. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh. I don't know how much longer of this life style I could take. I used to have black hair, but he made em bleach it then dye it blonde. He said black made look like his ex girlfriend and he would rather wish I DIDN'T look like her. I really miss my black hair, but there wasn't much I could do.

I removed the ice from my eye and gently touched it, the swelling had gone down a bit but it still hurt too touch. I stood up, I needed to shower before he came home and cleaned up the glass. I grabbed a broom from a cupboard in the kitchen and walked over to where the glass was. It WAS a beautiful vase. Intricately designed with weaves in silver on a blue background. Shame it had to be broken in one of our arguments. I sweeped the broken pieces in the dust pan and threw them out. I chewed my lip. I knew I was going to have to find him a new vase or pay him back somehow. He always made me.

I was trying to figure out what I could do as i got in the shower. I turned the water onto hot and took all my clothes off trying not to look at myself in the mirror. I stepped in and immediately relaxed as the hot water hit and soothed my msucles. I clsoed my eyes and leaned my head back letting the warm water jsut run over me and soothe me. After about 15 minutes I got out and got chnaged into just some simple sweat pants and a shirt. I padded back to my room while braiding my hair. I threw my towel into the corner and opened the blinds. It was always so dreary adn dark in here, that was the one thing I hated the msot. How dark it was. I needed light or else I would jsut become depressed. Light did wonders for me. I stood in front of the window, just letting the sun wash over me when my phone buzzed on my nightstand next to me.

I looked at it confused, the only person who texted me was my boyfriend. And I knew he wouldn't be communicating with me tonight. I reached over and looked at the screen and smiled. It was my old friend Gerard. He must be back on tour, I opened his text and smiled.

Gerard: How are you?

I shook my head, Gerard may know everything that was going on, but still didn't mean I wanted to tell him what happened. But i still responded to him.

I'm good, you?

He responded back in a minute.

Gerard: I'm good, i'm coming over

Before I could reply no to that he couldn't, my front door opened and Gerard came in shouting, "SARAH WHERE ARE YOU?!"

"IN MY BEDROOM!" I responded he didn't answer but when I looked up he was standing right there in my doorway. I smiled at me. But he didn't smile back. Instead he was looking at my eye and his eyes narrowed and he clenched his fists slightly.

"Gerard don't." I took a catious step towards him. I saw him relax and nod.

"Okay, I won't not this time. But Sarah, you have to promise me that if that happens again. You leave him. I don't care what you say you're leaving him, okay?" He looked at me with such challenge and anger in his eyes that it was hard to say no,so i just nodded. He relaxed and smiled and pulled me into a hug. And i hugged back, because sometimes all you need in your worst times, is someone to hug.

Notes

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