I fall to the ground hard due to the impact of the blow on my stomach.
I feel something moving down my face, I touched it and I saw blood on my hands.
“I ought to kill you, slut” he yelled at me, his veins popping out.
I didn’t say anything, I just continue to sob on the floor.
He moved closer, I wanted to move back but I was too tired to even lift myself.
“Get out of my way bitch”
He kicked me in the stomach and walked out.
As soon as I heard the door close, I sigh in relief.
I try to sit up, tears streaming down my eyes.
The pain in my stomach too much to bear.
He probably broke a rib, again.
I manage to sit up and drag myself to the closest wall.
I start crying again as my eyes focus on the picture on the wall.
We look so happy.
I look so happy.
I was so in love with him.
I guess that’s what blinded me.
No, I was not blind to it, I overlooked the signs, I kept thinking things will be better.
My emotions got the best of me, I was overruled by them.
I look towards the photo again, staring at the biggest mistake of my life.
It all started in that restaurant.