The first time it happened was when he confessed to her. A naive little girl she was, she believed it was love . . . Nothing but sweet romance. It was the first time he had hit her. A mere slap to her cheek but it slap was still a slap. It was painful but a sense of pleasure lingered. That was when he knew she was his.

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The second time it had happened was when she told him that she wanted to go spend time with her friends at a party. . . He didn't let her, he called her a whore, he told her that her friends were using her, he told her that her parents didn't love her, he told her that she is a nobody and she deserved to die. 


But she still stayed and forgave as his words tattooed themself on her heart pained in black. 


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