Her Abuse

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I watch as his hand reaches across the room to meet her face.

I secretly cry as she tries to be strong and not show a single tear.

I scream when his hands reach around her pale small throat.

I try to stop him when his hands begin to squeeze and the wicked grin spreads across his face.

She walks away when his hand slaps her.

She cries only when she knows she is safe.

She screams only in her nightmares that keep her awake at night.

She never tries to stop him because she believes there is no use.

He laughs at her pain that only shows in her eyes.

He knows when she fears him.

He tells her that it's her fault and she is too strong to believe it.

He grins when he knows she won't react because it is her only weakness

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