This story contains mature content such as:
Abuse
Swearing
Lea POV
He walked away, leaving me on the ground. I began to cry. Why me? All I did was drop one glass. He's in the car waiting. He honks 3 times. I pick myself off the floor. My hand reaches out to touch my head. Blood.
He honks once more. I gather up my purse and his belt. As I approach the car, he opens the door. I get in.
"I don't ever want you to think I hate you ok?"He says. I nod.
"I'm doing this for your own good. I still love you."
He takes a strand of my hair and moves it behind my ear.
He kisses me. He might hurt me, but I still love him.
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It was 3 in the morning. Grayson was asleep next to me. I slowly get out of bed, not wanting to disturb him. I walk to the bathroom to look at myself. Grayson hates it when I do that.
He doesn't want me to see myself. He doesn't want me to see all the damage he has done. There are bruises around my neck. I pull up my shirt exposing more bruises. I do the same with my pants. More bruises.
Am I ok? Is this ok? I remind myself that he is only helping me. There's a bang downstairs. Oh no. I quickly put my clothes back on.
"Lea?" I take a deep breath.
"Yeah?" His footsteps get closer.
"Open the door!" He screams. I begin to cry. I don't like it when he screams.
"No!" My sobs grow louder.
"Lea!...Lea...Please." He says softly. "Please open the door. I won't hurt you." I can't. He's going to hurt me. I know it. It's silent.
Then I hear noises. Quiet sobbing. Did I do something? I open the door. He's on the floor covering his face.
"Are you ok?" His head lifts up. Tears are going down his face. I gasp.
"I am so sorry." I say.
"No, I'm sorry baby." He pulls me close to him. He digs his face into my shirt.
"Do-Don't leave me." He cries. I sigh.
"I won't...I won't."
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That's the first chapter of "Him". I hope you're enjoying it so far!
