LAYLA’S POV
The glass shattered as my body came in contact with the glass table.
Tiny shards of glass poking and pinching at my skin as I tried to move.
“Please” I begged trying to create some distance between us.
“You little b***h! All you had to do was stay quiet for four hours!” A slap lands across my face.
“But you just had to open your filthy mouth didn’t you?” He kicks at my stomach, causing me to clutch at it.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t…” I begin but I’m cut off by another slap.
“Excuses! That’s all you’re good at, giving stupid excuses!” He drags his belt out with a single pull, folding it in half
I could barely see his face, but his voice was clearly heard. He sounded vicious and uncanny.
Why was I with this man? Why was I begging him? Who is he and why does he keep hitting
