Summer
My head was throbbing and I can feel the blood flowing as it was pulsating so hard through my viens. It hurt to open my eyes earlier when he carried me out of the car. For someone who says “it was always me”, he definitely did not have the most gentlest touch. He grabbed me by my ankles until I was halfway out of the car and then threw me over his shoulder. I wanted to fight, I needed to fight but I couldn’t. The pain was just too consuming.
He carried me and basically tossed me onto a bed and my heart rate instantly picked up, fearing of what could possibly happen. I gathered all the strength I could and crawled backwards away from him, forcing my eyes open even though the lights in the room killed my head.
“Please…don’t do this.” I begged. He threw his head back and laughed an
