MC Presidents Broken Angel

***Piper*** How did I end up here? How did my life turn for the worse? What happened to the dreams I once had and the life I wanted? Oh, that's right. Peter Holden is what happened. He came into my life and turned it upside down. My mind drifted back to how sweet he was when we first met, how caring and attentive he was, and how he only had eyes for me when we were in a room full of people. Im jolted out of my thoughts when I was roughly picked up off the floor and then slammed into the wall, knocking the wind out of me, "You stupid b***h," His deep voice fills the air around me, His spit flying, hitting me in my face. "Cant you do anything right!" His hand grips my hair, pulling my head back and tilting my face up as he glares down at me, "Im sorry," I croak out. Even though I didnt do anything, He flew off the handle for no reason, But then again, he never needed one. Im not even sure what caused him to flip his lid tonight. He was in a mood when he returned home, and I knew it would be a long night, But I thought he would have waited a bit. But with one look at the table and the food, he suddenly was out of his chair, punching me so hard I flipped backward out of the chair, and the chair crashed to the floor, "Dam right, you are," With those words, he steps back, letting go of my hair. I start to slide down the wall when another hard hit lands on my jaw, making the back of my head slam into the wall, Black spots dance in my sight as it becomes blurry. I hear him snicker, and that is the last I hear before it goes completely black, Waking sometime later, I can feel the coolness of the floor against my cheek. I am lying in a heap, rolling, so im on my back. I wince and groan as the pain rips through my body. There are no lights on, and the room is dark. I take a minute to listen, but I do not hear him. Tears fall as I lay there, Covering my mouth with my hand to muffle my sobs. I let myself lay there for a few seconds before I slowly and painfully pick myself up. My eyes scan the room. I cant see too much out of one eye. It must be swollen. No lights are on downstairs, and I do not hear the TV. He must have left, Looking at the table, I turn away. I will come back and clean it up. Making my way upstairs, I wince at every step I take. Reaching my room, I go in and straight to the bathroom. I know I have dried blood on my and in my hair. It must have split my head when it slammed into the wall, Turning on the shower, I stripe out of my clothes and glimpse myself in the mirror. My body is covered in scars and bruises, My lips are split, and my left eye is halfway swollen. Im going to have a nasty bruise on my cheek where he clocked me. Turning, I look at my back, and sure enough, there is light bruising where I hit the wall, Stepping it the shower the water sprayed over my body i winced as it hit open cut like on the back of my head. Washing u, I made sure to clean the cuts and wash my hair the best I could without causing me pain than what I was already in. I got out, Dried off, threw on some loose-fitting clothes, and returned to clean up the food. I peeked out the window by the door, but his truck wasn't in the driveway. Hopefully, he stays out all night, Putting away all the food and picking up the broken chair, I spotted a small bloody spot on the wall. Well, that would be from my head. After tossing the chair outside by the trash can, I go to clean the wall, Now im in the kitchen putting the last dishes in the dishwasher. I glance at the clock: Just after two am. Dragging my tired and highly sore body upstairs, I go to my room and shut the door. I wish I could lock it, but that would end up with another beat down for locking him out of his room, Even though when he wants to entertain others, im forced to sleep in the guest room, Opening the drawer on my nightstand, I take out the small bottle of tablets, taking two, hoping it will help a little with the pain. I curl up in the bed, My body is sore and tired. My mind is just as bad. I feel so broken. I used to be full of energy and happiness. I loved my life, and I had big plans. I wanted to get through college and get my dream job. I would save, buy a house, find Mr. Right, settle down, and have a family. I always dreamed of a family but never had one growing up. I never knew my parents, did not have any siblings, I was alone for a long time, That's probably why when Peter strolled into my life, I clung to the attention he showe.d I longed for the love of another, but it made me blind to his true colors; I fell for every word he spoke; I should have listened to my best friend, She warned me. She didnt like Peter. She kept telling me there was something about him that didnt seem right, but I ignored her words; I didnt want to believe it. I finally had someone who looked at me like I was someone special, But now do I wish I had listened to her, AT the thought of Molly, I felt fresh tears building, I haven't seen her in years, I miss her, She and Peter had it out a few years ago. I didnt want to choose between them. I tried to make peace between them, but neither was having it. Peter didnt want me to talk to her. He would get mad if I spent time with her; one day, I went to see her, and she told me we couldn't be friends anymore. Then, I closed the door in my face. I tried reaching out to her for a week, but then she just up and left, and I never saw her again, I fell asleep with the thought of my long-lost friend on my mind, the life I miss, And how I wished I could get a do-over so I could choose a different path, One without Peter Holden in it,