The pain and sting in my torn flesh when I woke up was devastating. I didn't want to see, smell or feel him. I was scared of whom he truly was. The trauma he has inflicted on me, would I heal? If he is capable of doing this to me, what stops him from ending our lives? His travel took a toll on him and my going against him didn't help matters. After what happened down in the basement, I didn't want to be in the same situation.
After what happened, I couldn't close my eyes without having a scary dream. I got traumatized. No one has ever hit me or caused me as much pain as he did.
This faithful night, I woke up to him shaking and calling my name. I guess it happened again. “Ava...” he called out, gently shaking my shoulder.
Immediately, I went to the floor,” am sorry. Please don't hurt me
