Love...What is love? Does it really mean spending the rest of your life with someone? Replacing the feeling of being alone? Just the good feeling of saying you "love" someone? Not being single? An actual feeling in your heart when you're with that certain person? What about tough love? What does that mean? Does it actually mean how it sounds? Tough...love? In my case...I experience tough love. Much, tough love.
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There was an extremely loud bang. The front door had swung open. I glanced at the clock and it read 2:30. I began shaking. Scared of what was about to happen. Hopefully he was in a good mood, and just got home late. Psh, right. Who am I kidding. What are the chances of that happening. It's just that little bit of hope that keeps me holding on. The bedroom door swung open. I started breathing heavily. I opened my eyes a little so I could see him but to him it looked as if I was sleeping. The sight of him terrified me. His eyes burning with anger, I could sense the tension. I played it cool and just layed there as if I was asleep. He walked over toward me and stood there a moment. I heard silence. I didn't open my eyes, I hoped he would just climb into bed and sleep. Somebody pinch me, because that's exactly what he did. Not one word. Not one touch. Not one anything. He just fell asleep. I heard him start to snore, and I breathed a little easier. My heart stopped pounding. My muscles relaxed a little. Glad I could make it through one night peacefully. For now.
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"Thank youuuu" Gracie said as I handed her pancakes. I smiled. Gracie, my four year old daughter. The cutest thing ever. High pitched voice. Almost like Alvin and the chipmunks girlfriends. Haha. Sweet, tiny face. Brown chocolate eyes that glistened in the light. Thick brown curly hair that reached her shoulders. Tall as about to my waist. Adorable, and she's my world, and it pains me for her to live in my actual world like this. He walked downstairs and sat at the table next to Gracie. "Hi Daddy!" Gracie said with a smile. He smiled and said "Good morning Gracie" and kissed her cheek. I handed him a cup of coffee, just the way he likes it. A little milk, 2 sugars, 2 creams. He smiled at me and said thank you as he began drinking down the warm coffee. I smiled and sat at the table with them.
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"See you later this evening" he smiled, while kissing me. I didn't want to, but I forced myself to kiss him back. He got a little aggressive and forced his tongue into my mouth and pulled my hair kinda hard. Having to pretend I enjoyed it, I ran my hand through his hair although it pained me to do so. He pulled away and with a smirk said "Save that for later" I fake laughed and said "Have a good day at work." I hesitated a little but again, forced myself to say "I love you". "I love you too" he said with a smile, kissed me again and left. I breathed with relief that he was gone. I walked back into the kitchen to sit with Gracie as she finished her breakfast.
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"MOMMY!" More tears fell from my eyes. Hearing my daughter scream that at me as I was pushed to the floor. "Go back to your room!!!" I yelled as Gracie ran to her room and shut the door. He stepped over me and slapped my face to turn toward his foot. My cheek stung with pain. My warm tears continued to fall down my cheek, as I was slapped again. Picked up and thrown over his shoulder and then dropped on my back. With the wind knocked out of me, it was harder to breathe. I kept taking deep breathes, keeping my eyes shut. It became much harder to breathe when the feeling of my stomach was enveloped with pain. I screamed. Cried. Yelled. Begged. Him to stop. But he wouldn't. After a good 5 mins of beating he kneeled down by me and said "I've told you...we're a happy family...you don't need to keep bringing that up" He kissed my forehead as I slightly tried to move my head away but couldn't, and he stood up and walked away.
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"It's ok Gracie. Everything's alright. I promise" I said as I held my stomach as I was kneeling by her bed. Her eyes. It shattered my heart to see the fear in them. In her high pitched voice she said "Daddy was hurting you. Again". "I know sweetie, but he didn't mean it. He just got a little angry". It's so tough explaining these types of things to a four year old. I sighed, and kissed her forehead. I told her good night and I love you and walked out the door, leaving the door cracked just enough since she doesn't like the dark. I walked into my room, and he laid there watching TV. As if nothing ever happened. Welcome to my life. I'm married to an abusive husband, he could be the devil with all the pain and suffering he puts me through, but...he goes by Cody.
This is the mini story on my second channel. I WON'T be continuing it on this channel, so if you wanna know what happens nexttttt... click subscribe for my second channel and boom. There you go(:
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Trading Yesterday - Love Song Requiemby TheTradingYesterday995,036 views
Amazing
dont4getme77 1 year ago
poor demi awww is this a like cemi story or jemi ?
updaduff09 1 year ago
Awwww poor demi :( joe! Where are you?! LOL
tinkiwinki4ever 1 year ago
AWW! Poor Demi!
Northfacegrl95 1 year ago
awesome
MsPurpleDragofly 1 year ago
grrr...cody...
allfilipino98 1 year ago
More plz
paleta431 1 year ago
OMG!
I LOOOVE THIS!
let me just load up my gun, then i'll go take a shot at Cody :)
nobody hurts Demi without going by me first
FancyGirl97xx1 1 year ago
awesome story idea :)
cpgoodpeople 1 year ago