mood ^
This week has been hell. I'm covered in bruises and cuts. At the moment I am trying to get glass out of a cut on my shoulder that happened when Marcus threw a bottle at me. Marcus walks into the kitchen. "Hey, Girl!" I look at him. "We're going out!"
"But you're drunk." He comes closer to me.
"So? I need more grog and I don't trust you to be by yourself."
"But Mum is home." He glares.
"That is Mistress to you!" He points his finger in my face before grabbing my extremely bruised wrist and dragging me to the car. He slams the door after throwing me in. I put my seatbelt on and he speeds off. The whole time he is driving i'm holding on to whatever i can.
We get to a busy intersection and i am yelling at Marcus to slow down. He just laughs and speeds through a red light. I feel a harsh impact on my side of the car and i let out a scream. Everything goes black.
My mum just asked what i was writing and i didn't know what to say.