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"Where were you last night?"
His voice was low, his tone threatening in every way. I watched him carefully, studying every inch of him in that moment of complete silence. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, draining the remaining blood from his already pale knuckles. The thick, bulging vein in his forehead pulsed almost rhythmically as he clenched his teeth and stared out at the slick, gloomy road ahead of us.
"I already told you, baby. I was at my parent's house for dinner," I replied as calmly as I could.
His anger spiked noticeably as he withdrew a hand from the steering wheel and smacked the dashboard with a considerable amount of force. I flinched, the noise reverberating in my sensitive ears. I tore my gaze away from him, pressing my forehead against the cold glass of the window with a sigh.
"Don't you lie to me, bitch!" he snarled, roughly grabbing my forearm.
I could feel his dull fingernails digging into my bare flesh, but I didn't dare push his hand away. He kept his grip on me, increasing the amount of pressure he dealt for each moment of my silence. I wondered just how far he would go this time. Would he snap my bone with a sickening ease? Or would he simply draw blood and pull away? I had endured it all before. The broken bones, the bruises, the cuts.
"I'm not lying."
I spoke slowly and refrained from raising my voice. Even the slightest hint of defiance would only infuriate him further. I could feel his heated gaze boring holes into the back of my head; it was obvious that he didn't believe a word that fell from my lips. His hand relaxed its hold on me and pulled away. I exhaled sluggishly and quietly, relief flooding through me. I was a fool to think he was done with me.
In an instant, his fingers were tangled in my hair, yanking my entire skull awkwardly to the side. I let out a pained gasp, shock eminent on my face. I was sure that the force of the pull had extracted at least a small chunk of my hair. My suspicion was confirmed when he removed his hand with a fistful of my auburn locks. Anger flared from deep within me, a reaction that was not common for me in these situations. It took me but a single moment to make the biggest decision of my life.
"Pull over here. I am done with this shit you call a relationship," I spat the command, my hand already grabbing the door handle firmly.
"You aren't going anywhere," he growled in response, sounding far more vicious than I could have ever imagined. What had I gotten myself into? I felt tears welling up in my eyes, threatening to spill over onto my unblemished cheeks.
"I can't do this anymore. I can't let you keep doing this to me. I deserve better.." I sobbed, my body shaking with each sharp intake of breath. I glanced over at him, expecting to see him prepared for another assault on me. But that wasn't what I saw. He looked calm, at ease. There was a certain unfamiliar contentment to him.
"We are going to be together forever. Forever, my love."
He flashed me a smile before letting go of the steering wheel. The car swerved. The headlights of an oncoming vehicle blinded me as I screamed, my hands reaching out to grab hold of the wheel. My efforts were futile. In that moment, everything went black.
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