I'm not here to entertain you today.

I'm not here to entertain you today. I'm here to raise awareness of problems that some people face everyday.

Chapter 1

Domestic Abuse.

by: Cosmiic
"Why?" He said. "How could you do that?" He looked up at her. So fragile, he hair tied up in a ponytail. She was beautiful. She was. Not anymore. Just a young woman of 26. Her eyes had dark circles under. She was skinny, tired and forever living in fear.

But she loved him. That was the worst part.

She told no one of her troubles.
He had hit her before. A few times, in fact.

"I told you," he whispered, yet his voice was more frightening then ever. He walked towards her slowly, like a tiger stalking its prey. She moved back into the kitchen counter, wishing it would swallow her up. "I fvcking told you to do the washing up while I was at work." He hissed at her. She couldn't stop the tears running down her face.
"I just forgot-" She whispered, but her voice was barley audible.
"This isn't good enough!" He yelled.
She lightly touched his arm, trying desperately to calm her husband down.

They had not been married long. After 8 months of their relationship, he proposed, outside a small hotdog stand in Texas. She was so happy. But that was all gone now.

"I'll do it now." She said, he voice only wobbling slightly. She strained to control it.
His next movement was a sudden, so fast, she gasped. He grabbed he by both shoulders, lifting her feet off the ground, and shook her so violently.
"YOU FVCKING BITCH!" He screamed in her face. She could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"I'm going to do it now." She whispered, even quieter then before.

"It's not good enough!" He screamed again.

"I'm going to do it now! Put me down!" She cried.

Silence. That was the worst. Scarier then the shouting.

"What. Did. You. Say?" He asked through gritted teeth, with a menacing pause in between each word.

"Please!" She said.

His next move was the most violent. He threw her against the kitchen wall. A deafening crack echoed through out the room. The house. The street. She slumped against the wall. Her eyes were empty and lifeless.
Why would there be life in them? There hadn't been for months. She was completely still.

Domestic Abuse happens everyday. It is extremely serious. It kills. There are charities you can give to to help people who suffer from it.


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