Broken Ties

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Asteria

How did I get here? God tell me what I did to deserve this? To be humiliated in such a way. My face still stings from his hand hitting me multiple times. The expensive drink that he'd bought now spilled across the floor staining the bright colored rug that was stationed under the glass table infront of the both of us.

My boyfriend of three years stood at the other side of the room on the phone with who I'm assuming is his manager calling to let make him aware of another event he has to attend. I don't even think I have the strength to wipe the swollen area on my face purely out of embarrassment.

"Get up." He spoke grinding his teeth, his fingers clawed into my arms creating more bruises for me to hide under my clothes on my next shift. Humiliating. How did I end up with a man like him, it's looking like a classic abuse story where I'm the victim but I'm clearly to pussy to reach out for help.

Help.

What help. I have no friends thanks to him. Jealousy is a disease and he has it. Even June. She was my best friend, she treated me with such kindness only for it to be returned by hate because of him, how can he live with himself doing the things that he does, then turns around to be the perfect artist that he portrays to the world.

Stepping into the hallway I decided to keep my head down from exhaustion as he locked the door gripping my arm tighter noticing an old couple walking by. They both looked our direction in suspicion, "Oh dear, is she okay?" The old woman spoke coming closer to me, her rose perfume almost brought tears to my eyes. Such a familiar scent I haven't been able to smell in such a long time.

I pity those who are in my situation, taking shit from someone who doesn't deserve your kindness. "She's fine, we just had to much to drink." He said grabbing my arm much more gentle this time and wrapping it around his shoulder. My legs wanted to give out from his touch, ever since the first time he hit me my body has had horrible reactions to him.

He's like a never ending snake that tightens around my throat each time I open my mouth to speak. "All right. Please make sure she gets home safe and feed her when she wakes. She looks malnourished." The old woman bid us goodbye and he walked us to the elevator, "I'm so tired of you. The way you carry yourself like your some type of goddess. Do you think you're special or something just because you have a pretty face?"

His fingers gripped the bottom of my already bruised jaw, "So pretty yet so lifeless." His words hurt, you've never seen yourself that way and for him to berate you for such accusations. "I love taking pretty bitches down a notch."