I have 147 scars 100 of which he gave me.
He's thrown me out the window twice,
he strangled me once
raped me more times than I can count
screamed at me
beat me
and the sick part is... I still love him.
I know, I know that's not what you'd expect. You think my story should start out in high school crushing on the quarterback. Being spoiled by super rich, loving but, careless, parents. But that isn't reality. Reality is I'm living with a man that treats me like crap and I love it. Reality he is sweeter when he's sober. Reality is I have dreams that he fucks me roughly and I love it. Reality is I love a sick man and a sick man loves me.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Broken and bottled
Novela JuvenilI have 147 scars 100 of which he gave me. He's thrown me out the window twice, he strangled me once raped me more times than I can count screamed at me beat me and the sick part is... I still love him.
