chapter eleven
narrativetw: domestic abuse
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"Tyler!" I shout from the couch.
No answer.
He's barely spoken to me since I was discharged from the hospital, which was only yesterday. He hasn't yelled at me or questioned me, either. He's just... silent.
"Tyler!" I try again.
I'm stuck. Every muscle in my body is sore. My skin is mottled with bruises everywhere, and I still can't move easily. It feels like a plane crash-landed directly on my body. Tyler beat my entire body senseless. It's a wonder that I didn't end up with more complications than a couple of broken ribs and black and blue skin.
"TYLER!" I scream, despite my ribs screaming at me in return.
I have to pee. Like really bad.
I attempt to sit up, but the pain is blinding. The doc sent me home with painkillers, but they only took the edge off. Gritting my teeth, I manage to sit myself up. I blow out a harsh breath before I haul myself up. Dizziness immediately assaults me, and before I know it, I'm back on my ass again.
This reminds me of being small again when I was helpless and had no one to help me when I needed to pee or eat. Most days, I ended up peeing myself until I had the strength to get up. It was also a pretty good deterrent from men. Fucking a little girl isn't wrong, but when she reeks of piss? Oh no, that's gross. I promised myself I'd never go back to those days, where spoiling myself and going days on end without food was my way of life. La de da, here I am once again.
"Tyler!" I try once more, frustrated tears pricking my eyes.
I hear him moving around upstairs, and I know the bastard can hear me. There's a half-bath on the other side of the house, but with how slow I'd move, it'd take me forever to get there myself. He doesn't even need to carry me there; I just need help getting up and walking there. Giving a little assistance never fucking killed anyone the last time I checked.
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