I was brushing my wet hair from showering, putting on the slightest makeup, covering up the bruising around my neck and sighing, he really liked to make hickeys on me when the door was opened and I stared at him standing there again looking at me, I didn’t want to look scared, but a part of me was, the way his face had looked like when he pinned me down was the scariest f*****g thing I had ever seen in my life and then some.
“You done?” he sounded more like himself, the part that wasn’t going to murder me when I just nodded, sure I was done, I limped back towards my clothes on the shelf when he just shook his head and I stopped. What did I do wrong now?
“Not sweatpants, not today, we are going out and I don’t want to see you in f*****g sweatpants all the time Andrea, that ass of yours de
