"I'll Make It Up To You, I Love You..."

The hand was fast, it was stronger, the arm was even stronger than that. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't feel her insides, no... they'd already been ripped; she could just feel the liquid on her leg.

Although the experience seemed to last a lifetime, it was a horrorable 45minutes, 45 minutes of her life she would never forget.

He pushed in deeper, ripping more of her insides, ignoring her proetests and tears that had escaped her eyes from the pain. His eyes weren't looking at her, they were closed.

After he'd finished he left her to clean herself and dress.

She felt dirty, as she cleaned the blood from her leg and wondered how she was going to explain her blood-stained underwear to her Mother again.

A tear escaped her eye as she slipped on her jeans, she was weak, she was useless, surely those were the reasons for him to treat her in the way that he did. There were other reasons, she knew that but she didn't ask, he'd shout some more.

She wasn't afriad of his bark, it was his bite that hurt, but not literally his bite... more his hand.

She'd been on the bed this time, sleeping, happily believing he'd never harm her, he'd never do anything to cause her any more emotional pain after the childhood she'd been through.

He didn't know all of the problems, but she'd confessed a small few to him.

She screwed her face up trying to stop herself from crying, she didn't want anymore trouble tonight, she had to get home first and explain to her Mother why she was so late with school the next day. She was surprised her Mother hadn't called, well... she probably had, but he'd thrown her phone to the opposite side of the wall in his anger.

She found it and noticed the 3 missed calls, none from her Mother, from friends who knew what was going on, but had kept their silence, like she'd asked.

His entrance to the room wasn't quiet, he liked to announce when he was entering a room, the slamming door and the huge sigh of seeing her still partly undressed was enough to let her know he was back in the room.

His face and eyes narrowed looking at her, his anger still edgy, she moved quickly to grab her bra and top. As she appeared from pulling her top over her head, he was there, his hands on her waist, his lips on her neck.

She used to love him kissing her neck, but now she was terrifered, what did it mean this time?

She felt his body relax against hers as he moved away slowly,

"I'm sorry hun." he begun, "I got carried away, but I'll make it up to you." he paused and looked at her for a reaction, "I love you."

She smiled and swallowed hard, she nodded as she repiled,

"Its ok, I understand, I love you too."