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Chapter 1

{Carter's P.O.V}

Why am I so dependent upon him? Why can't I just leave him? 'Because you need him,' I do I don't know if I can go on without him.

Strong arms wrapped around my waist causing my body to instinctively stiffen. He must be in a good mood right now, I haven't felt any pain yet.

His hands slipped under my shirt ghosting across my abdomen. I shivered unintentionally, his lips brushed against my neck over old bite-marks and bruises.

I didn't resist when he pulled off my shirt. Im not really in the mood to be beaten right now. Don't be fooled by him, he's always like this after he beats me, Gentle and faux nice. The niceness never lasts long anyway. Soon he will be back to accusing me of stuff I didn't do and calling me names.

His fingers traced the long thin scar that extends from the top of my left hip to the bottom of my ribcage. My body shuddered, I hate the numb not quite there feeling I get when someone touches my scar.

"You know if you did what I tell you to, when I tell you to that scar wouldn't be there," he gripped my hips hard a whimper escaping my lips. That's going to make my bruise there worse, I'm sure of it. He must hate me so why won't he just break up with me? It's only been a year. I'd leave him but I'm scared he's capable of killing me if the thought crossed his mind.

"I know, I'm sorry Talon," I'm not really sorry I don't deserve the shit you do to me, do I? 'You deserve it, he wouldn't do it if you didn't deserve it.'

"I forgive you baby, now go get cleaned up you look like shit," he grumbled and walked away. I wouldn't look like shit if u didn't beat me you dick.

I walked into the bathroom and gazed in the mirror. I didn't used to look this way, my hair used to be blond but he made me dye it black when he decided he didn't like blonds anymore. My skin didn't used to be so white either, I used to have a light tan but he doesn't let me leave much. My hair was shorter too not in my face all the time.

But probably the biggest thing, I didn't used to be covered in bruises on a daily basis and I wasn't always scared and frowning.

I gingerly touched my bruised cheek and black eye. The bastard busted my lip too. There was dried blood on my face from where he pushed me and made me hit my forehead on the table. Plus the blood from my busted lip. He got mud on me when he kicked me with muddy shoes on.

I stripped out of the rest of my clothes and started the shower. Hand shaped bruises on my hips and wrists stood out on my pale skin reminding me of how much stronger he is than me.

I stepped in the shower the warm water hitting my back making me hiss in pain and cringe away. I forgot about the cut on my back he made yesterday, I shouldn't have talked back to him especially since he started carrying around a damn switchblade.

When he told me to clean up he probably meant today's batch of cuts and mud. Why can't he walk around mud puddles? 'Because he wants to see you cleaning like a little bitch.'

Slowly and carefully I cleaned off all the blood and dirt/mud. only to reveal more grotesque purple bruises. Sometimes I wish he would just end me and I wouldn't have to deal with this shit anymore.

Over the next 15 minutes of shower I contemplated working up the nerve to talk to him about breaking up. But when I started getting dressed I started second guessing myself. 'You know if you try he'll get your ass.'

Ignoring that voice I walked downstairs slowly and cautiously and peeked around the wall into the living-room. I could see him sitting on the couch watching T.V.. Sighing lightly I walked up to him and tapped his shoulder lightly. 'This is a dumbass idea.'

He looked at me uninterested. 'He's going to kill you.' I can only hope that just once he can be understanding.

"T-Talon, we should talk," my voice wasn't even trustworthy I've turned into a stuttering dumbass! "About what?" he asked giving me a warning look that said, hurry the hell up before I lose my patience.

"Ab-about uh-us" I cleared my throat hoping to make the stuttering stop, "I think we should break up."

His look went from processing what I said to rage. 'I knew this was a bad idea, don't you remember this is how u got that scar on your abdomen in the first place?'

"You ungrateful piece of shit! How dare you try to break up with me after all I've don't for you!" he snapped and jumped up. Instinctively I started backing away and prepared myself for his anger.

He grabbed me by the front of my shirt and pulled me to him. "Maybe you will learn to listen and shutup when I'm done with you," he sneered and slapped me hard across the face before kneeing me in the stomach and throwing me down. I felt a familiar pain in my body, the pain feels right sometimes, like I deserve it.

He started kicking me in the chest and stomach too many times to count, black spots clouded my vision. Talon yanked me up by my collar and punched me in the nose blood immediately gushing from my assumably broken nose.

'you should listen to me,' pure pain coated my body and I felt weak like I might pass out any second.

"You're nothing" he snarled, "nobody has ever or will ever care about you. You are a waste of air I should put you out of your misery and kill you right now but you aren't worth the effort. If you died you would do the whole world a favor. You should just kill yourself," Talon snapped viciously slamming me against the wall.

I saw a flash of silver as he drew the switchblade from his pocket. The cool metal pressed against my cheek and I tensed visibly. Please no, why does he hate me to this extent? I yelped and tears escaped as he broke skin with the tip of the blade and drug it down slowly slicing all the way to my jaw.

Tears mixed with blood as I bit my lip to restrain from crying out in pain. He grabbed me by the top of my arms and threw me out into the alley. Pain exploded through my body again when I landed and I groaned loudly. "Maybe I'll let you back in tomorrow," I heard the door slam, I wish I was dead.

'you landed funny sounds like u broke your wrist.' it feels like I broke my wrist it feels like everything is broken I thought before blackness covered everything and I went unconscious.

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A/N: awe poor Carter :'(

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