Diablo- Savage Souls MC

Once again, she was peeling herself off the cold kitchen floor after taking a beating from Cal. At this point, you'd think she learn to never p*ss him off after a night of gambling and drinks. How dare she ask him if he had anything to eat that night. Walking quietly into the spare bathroom, the door shut behind me with a soft click. Luckily, Cal was exhausted and passed out from a mix of the beating, glasses of bourbon and probably whatever wet hole he stuck himself into tonight. I looked in the mirror and what stared back at me was not the once bright-eyed girl with her whole life ahead of her. What stared back was a broken women. Eye swollen shut, lips trembling and cracked wide open. She couldn't do it anymore. She had to get out. It hadn't always been like this. After graduating from nursing school, her and Cal had gotten married and moved to New York so he could pursue his dream of making it big on Wall Street. Unfortunately for her, this didn't happen. He ended up working under someone in the financial district. Not having ultimate power drove him to gambling and alcohol. Late nights of him diving into his crutches, as well as plenty of women, resulted in her becoming a punching bag. She no longer cared about his infidelities. She didn't want to touch him with a ten-foot pole. But he made it known that she was his, and he would use her when he wanted to. It was exhausting covering the bruises. He rarely hit her face, being meticulous about leaving marks that were hidden by her scrubs. This time, she wouldn't be able to hide it. And Lord knows he had money on his side. He would k*ll her before ever going to jail, or letting her go. She had to leave tonight.