We met at a coffee shop, he was so nice and his eyes were just beautiful. We dated for 10 months and than got married. It was one week after our wedding when he first hit me, it was a slap because he said I sassed him when he complained about my snoring. I cried for hours after that, and then he took me out to a fancy dinner because he was sorry, now I know he wasn't really sorry. It continued like this for a while. I was sick of it and I was sick of his apologies. I tried to leave and he said the only way to leave was to die. He threatened to throw me off a building. He held me close that night. His body heat sent chills down my spine. If death do us part than that's how it is, but I'm not gonna be the one to die
