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A vilify storyBy Lisa Rose
Published by Lisa RoseSmashwords Edition
© 2013 Lisa Rose
Part one.
She cries herself to sleep every night I know she does I can hear her at night. She tries to stop herself by shoving her face in the pillow but it’s no hope I can still hear it, her cries for help, for the pain to stop physically and emotionally, for me to stop hurting her. Every night while laying next to her she thinks I've zoned out from my drinking but I don't I close my eyes briefly and hear her sobs, I vow myself every day to not hurt her the next day but I can't seem to stop she puts on a happy attitude when she's around me when inside she's slowly dying It pisses me off, it makes me mad that she just acts as though she's happy when she's really not. She's desperate to leave me I know she is but she can't leave me. I need her to make me whole or just to keep me company or just to say she simple loves me. How can she? I hurt her too much but I still need her for my own comfort.Now she lies at my feet, on the floor shaking viciously while I beat her repeatedly my fist balled up into huge balls I punch her once and I punch her again, once I start I can't seem to stop it makes me feel a bit better knowing that she's the broken one, that it's her that needs to be fixed not me. She begs me to stop and apologizes each time which only makes me more vexed."S-sorry" She heaves with all her force blood trickles from the corner of her mouth where I slapped her, I did it so hard she fell to the ground which again pissed me off so I started beating her and to a result it released some pain from me. I can't stop once I start I don't know why but I just need to carry on a little bit more. I stop for a second my chest pulls in air and releases heavily she's still curled up in a ball with her arms covering her face, still she doesn't cover her face well I can still see her face I grab a fistful of her hair and haul it up her distraught face stares at me all the colour from her face has gone all emotions are placed on her face mostly ones that scream out that she's scared stiff, her hair has gone all ratty I mess it up all the time chestnut brown. I remember when I met her first it was the one thing I always complimented on and now. It’s the only thing I loath to see. Her tears are always built up in her hazel eyes even when I'm not touching her I see them, I always see them she never stops crying even when she's not crying visually her body is. "WHY DON'T YOU EVER LISTEN" I scream in her tiny face while pulling on her hair she tries to stop the pain by grabbing my hand which is twisted in them. A hand goes across her face making her scream in agony, my hand. My hand goes across her face."I-" I drop her on the floor before she can answer I kick her full force once more in her back and storm into our bedroom and slam the door and lock it, it takes all my might to not go in there and beat the shit out of her again. She could leave anytime though she chooses to stay, maybe because every time I hurt her she can't stand up? Perhaps because her family have dis owed her? She chose me over them, that makes everything worse. She claims to love me that's not true it's utter bullshit. I pass out on the bed sinking my teeth into the pillow. She does listen she always listens, she's a saint and I'm a monster although it doesn't stop me from hurting her, I enjoy it at times well that's what monsters do don't they? They enjoy being the bad person and enjoy scaring the shit out of people. I shudder at the sound of her falling down she tried to get up but her legs had other plans and failed her, she screams again and quickly begs herself to stop she doesn't want me to come back for round 2.My eyelids drip down slowly; her screams are the only thing that helps me fall into deep sleep.
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