You found me crying in a storage cupboard with fresh bruises.
You hugged me and said it would be okay.
I knew it wouldn't be.
The door opened and he hit you instead of me.
You hit him back.
I cried in the corner.
He pulled out a knife and held it to your neck.
I cried more.
You dared him to cut you.
He moved the knife away but held you against the wall.
He pointed the knife to me.
You couldn't break from his hold.
He cut my cheek and blood ran down my face.
You cried from seeing me hurt.
He let you go and left the room.
You hugged me and said you would take me away from him.
I cried.
You kissed me.
We left the room.