The cutting words hurt, but not as much as his brutal fists.
He loved her, he reminded her repeatedly. But she couldn’t help but wish he didn’t express his love so cruelly.
She just wanted to care for him, and he played her like a fiddle, manipulating her strings to etch out a melody only he could enjoy.
She can cover up the bruises with makeup, but there’s no hiding the truth. She’s stuck in a sick cycle and the only one who is losing is her.