Annabella...
I couldn't sleep. He locked the door from the inside and took the keys to the lock. All we did was fight, scream, shout. I hated it, I hated him, I hated myself.
Looking over to him as he stood wiping the blood off his face. I had digged my nails into his face, to what I could grab onto. His face took the most damage. I finally stopped after throwing the lamp that was on the nightstand next to me. I hit his forehead and blood gushed out so much that I got scared. But it was his fault, I didn't wanted to be near him. He should have let me go.
He wanted to drink but I threw the bottle of champagne on the floor, smashing it before he had the chance to. I wasn't going to be locked in a room with him if he was getting drunk; he might r**e me.
"I want to leave, Ćesar. It's 3 am
