It had started again. The screaming, the pain, tears make their way down your pale bruised cheeks. He was drunk again, and he had no mercy to give anyone who got in his way. And that just happened to be you at the moment. You were on the floor, blood staining the carpet beneath you from where he had hit too hard. "You stupid b*tch! How many god damn times do I have to tell you to stay out of my way!?"
He was yelling at you, while kicking your side. You could feel your sides starting to bruise, and now you were thinking you had a broken rib or two. Despite all the lovely strings of curses he was yelling at you, and your own screams that were over powering his yells, your senses were fading out, and the only sound you could hear clearly was the sound of your own heart beat.
This was normal though, you were used to his drinking and him beating you. So why did you stay with him? Because you loved him, and you believed you could change him. Anytime you tried to think about leaving him, you'd remember the bits and pieces of memory that you had of him that made you fall for him. And when you did fall for him, you fell hard. Little things you held onto that he had given to you, such as jewelry, clothes, a place to live when your parent's kicked you out. He made you feel such a complicated emotion that you never understood before. Love. But after a few years of being together, his drinking started getting heavier, and he slowly started getting angrier. Now he was beyond repair, and even though you knew that, you couldn't bare to leave him.
"Mmm..." You muttered. You knew you'd have to go to the hospital in the morning when you woke up. And you knew you'd be sleeping on the floor all night. He won't be bothered to move you. You drift off into a forced sleeping state, the pain taking over your body and knocking you out.
The next morning came quickly, it took you awhile but you finally got off the floor and made your way to your car. You were on your way to the hospital when a familiar song started to play.
"No sir, well, I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore
It's your turn, so take a seat
We're settling the final score
And why do we like to hurt so much?
I can't decide, you have made it harder
Just to go on
And why, all the possibilities
Well, I was wrong
That's what you get
When you let your heart win, woah
That's what you get
When you let your heart win, woah"
You were singing along with it, until you pulled into the parking lot and shut off the engine.
"Well...it sure feels like Zane did a number on me." You grumble making your way inside. The doctor takes you into a room immediately seeing how beat up you look, and gave you a check up.
"Miss Yuki, you have 3 fractured ribs. They should heal up on their own, so take care of your body. I don't know how you got this beat up, but you should be careful next time."
You nod as he scribbles on a notepad.
"These are painkillers, they'll help you when your moving alot and your chest starts to ache. Instructions will be on a paper that will come with the prescription, as well as on the bottle."
"Mmm, thank you."
You get up and leave and start heading for the pharmacy. Wincing in pain as you quickly jerk the steering wheel to the side when a cat runs out on the road. "Stupid cats. At least I didn't hit it... mm, I'll need to hide these pills from Zane. He'll try to get his hands on them the first chance he gets." After buying your prescription you immediately pop a couple in your mouth to calm the aches you were having just from driving. You finally get back to your place, and pull in noticing the front door not shut all the way. As soon as you get out of your car and shut the door, your bombarded with questions.
"Where'd you go so early in the day, Yuki?"
"To the hospital, Zane."
"Why?"
"Because you gave me 3 fractured ribs." You sigh at his stupid question. He grabs you from behind when you try to walk past him, holding you tightly around the waist.
"Zane, let go, please."
"No. You know I love you Yuki. And I don't mean to do these things to you." He kisses the side of your head lightly. His kisses always made you feel calm, and wanted.
"Zane, please stop drinking. It's bad for the both of us. And-" "Yuki...Don't tell me what to do. If I want to drink then I'll drink." He releases his grip on you and storms into the house. "Probably going to drink even this early in the day..." You sigh and go inside as well. For a few hours you two sat on the couch and he let you snuggle against you sneaking kisses on your lips every now and then. You really did love this man. And, everytime he did things like this with you, it made you not want to leave him even more.